OPEN RP FOR ANYBODY (RP topic from oncoming_storms)

[rude_not_ginger]

You have picked up a distress signal, and followed it to a hotel in London. All you are able to determine is that it is coming from someplace inside the hotel, and is not terrestrial in origin. What will you do? What will you find at the other end of the signal?

"But I've found a...oh, nevermind."

The receptionist was exceptionally unhelpful, so the Doctor darted down the hallways of the hotel, knocking on doors. One of them would be the person who sent the distress signal.





OOC: Open to all. Any universe, any time. If you want to have your pup be in this hotel and answer the door, just go for it! I won't be up toooooooo much later this evening, but I won't leave anybody hanging, I'll catch you asap tomorrow afternoon!

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

As she stepped inside the bedroom, the Doctor waited half a second, and followed. As he neared the corner, his timey wimey device went absolutely bananas.

He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why. To the Doctor, there was nothing in the corner at all. He reached out his hand, and it connected with something metallic. A cloaking device, perhaps? Something against non-main-timestream occupants? He wondered if the woman he'd been speaking with could see it.

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

"John?" She checked in the shower stall and found it empty then spun around when she realised the man had followed her into the room and was crossing it, toward the contraption. She stepped back out into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. "You'll have to... " She frowned when she saw the man reaching out, as if blind, toward the contraption. "... excuse John, he's a little.. indisposed..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at the man.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor looked up at the woman from where he was crouched before whatever it was on the floor.

"Is he, now?" he raised an eyebrow. "I think I've found what's causing the disturbances." Back into pseudo-professional mode. "Right! Just need to get this moved out of the area."

Which would be difficult as he couldn't see it. However, if she could see it, she might say something.

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

If John wasn't in the room or bathroom there was only one other place he could be. Or a few million of them. She frowned, staring at Mr Smith.

"No."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Yes," the Doctor replied, easily. "You see, this object, cloaked by something I've never seen before, really is causing several malfunctions in some equipment. Not hotel equipment, but I don't imagine that was the best cover I've ever made."

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

"Not having seen your other, previous ones, I couldn't say, but it was rather dismal, yes." She moved over toward Mr Smith and the contraption.

She was already more than a little concerned about John's absence, but this man's detection of the thing, and strange behaviour was just as worrying. "So why don't you tell me who you really are, and what you really want," asked him quietly. If he was UAC they had some rather unorthodox ways of searching out their target.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, the coy bird from a moment ago was replaced with someone significantly more confident.

He straightened. "I'm the Doctor. And I want to take this object and disable it before it fries the central mainframe of my ship. Well, it's more like poach. All the same."

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

Her hand had been in the pocket of her robe since she'd moved back across the room to the contraption, resting on the hilt of the Baby Glock handgun in there. "You're not taking anything anywhere," she replied, eyes darting from him to the contraption back to him again.

"What is it?" she said, indicating it with a jerk of her head. "What's it do? And what ship?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"It's yours, then?" the Doctor asked, examining the woman carefully. She looked human, didn't seem the type to have a dangerous piece of alien machinery in her possession. But, then again, he was terrible at determining these things.

"My ship. The one you're going to destroy if you don't let me turn this off!"

[lost-la-femme.livejournal.com]

Ship? Destroy? Figuring it must be on, especially if John wasn't there in the room she looked at the man. All she could think of was that John'd decided to try the machine again, and this time it had worked, unlike the last few times. But this time he'd been on his own, instead of waiting for Snake to be there too.

Men!!

"Do you know how to turn it off?" she asked, looking from the stranger to the machine and wondering why it looked so ... faint.


ooc: Sorry, didn't get a notif on this! Or it got et somewhere, and is now in a timey-wimey grintlesprig's tummy. Or.. not.