It's all AU.

Ianto rubbed his forehead and sighed, flopping down on a random bed that was just sitting in the lobby in all it's four poster glory.

"bugger."

Jamie had slept for 12 hours with his head on his father's chest, listening to the other man breath. Just because. Jamie had spent 2 hours arguing in a language that didn't exist anymore (didn't exist yet) with his father over each of them being stupid, and then had slept for another hour.

Then he'd headed out for the hotel restaurant, flopping down and swearing.

Jack was sitting in the floor, in the hall just outside the console room. The lights were low, his knees were up toward his chest, and he was reading a book.

The Master sat at a picnic table, doing a bit of jiggery pokery on his laser screwdriver, absently singing -

"Help of the helpless, Oh abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see..."

Memory is a funny thing.

Nancy was wandering near the hotel, trying to track where Reinette may have got to, to make sure she was okay.

"Excuse me," she said, trying to get the attention of the man walking towards her. "You ain't seen a small French girl about anywhere? I'm a bit worried about her."

Corwen's head was swimming somewhat with thoughts of immortals, parallel worlds and  impossible places. She'd wanted to get away somewhere quiet to try to unwind, and she'd ended up at the library. She was currently sprawled comfortably in a large high-backed leather armchair poking through a book called 'The Universe Next Door'. She sighed loudly. "Quantum Physics gives me a migraine."

Yana stood at the doors of the TARDIS in the library for a while, trying to decide. He was probably the last person this particular version of the Doctor wanted to see, but he was concerned about him, and...

He sighed. And knocked on the door.

Jack had talked to Jamie and John. He'd done the hopscotch thing. He was tired, now. Not exhausted, but he'd used up his social-ness, and wanted to go home. In this place that meant one thing: The TARDIS.

He let himself in, sprawled out in the captain's chair, found himself amused by the irony and appropriateness, and stared at the ceiling.

The Master left the library and started walking, without really caring where he was going. He just needed to be moving. Either that or he needed to go back to his TARDIS until this place decided to send him back where he came from, he hadn't decided yet. For now, walking would do.

Rose peered at a bright blue lizard on tree limb. Caught the familiar figure out of the corner of her eye and asked the Doctor, "That color is more a tropical thing, isn't it? Seems like bad camouflage. Well, guess this place didn't exactly evolve."

Jack found a pub and walked straight up to the bar. "Got some hyper-vodka, buddy?" he asked the bartender. "Make it a triple - nah, what the hell, give me the bottle."

The Master pauesd outside the library, regarding it for a long moment before stepping inside. He had a large collection of books back at the office building he'd taken over, but they were all books he'd read.

He was looking over some interesting books on supernatural phenomena when he caught a glimpse of blond hair out of the corner of his eye. He turned, raising an eyebrow at the young woman standing nearby. "May I help you with something?"

Jamie woke up with his face buried against the back of John's neck, arms around him and basically locked on to the other man like the jaws of life. He groaned, grumbling as he woke.

Lucy was trying on clothes in one of the several designer stores the town now sported. She'd spotted Captain John Hart from a distance the other day and that had reminded her that they'd planned to have dinner some time. So she was looking for something new to wear when she went knocking on John's door.

Unfortunately, she was feeling conflicted about what to choose. She was in the dressing room modelling a satiny little black dress when she heard someone else come into the store. Perhaps they could help her make up her mind.

She went to the door and leaned round it. "Excuse me," she said to the blonde who'd come into the shop. "I don't suppose I could ask your advice for a moment?"

The Master was feeling rather at peace with himself and the world. It wasn't a feeling he was very used to these days and he was making the most of it, wandering along beside the lake, on the other side to where he normally went, enjoying the sunshine (or what passed for it) and the sound of the wind in the trees, water lapping at the shore, and, well. Being thoroughly sentimental.

When he heard footsteps coming in the other direction, he didn't even tense up. He greeted Jack with a happy smile. "Good afternoon, Captain! Lovely day, isn't it?"

After talking with Jack, Corwen had set about finding somewhere to stay. Walking slightly out from town, she'd come across a small house in a clearing in the woods. Experimenting a bit with it's contents, she'd finally got it in a state where she felt safe and secure. It was nice to be able to flex her psychic muscles without worrying unduly what people would think. 

When she was happy with it, she strode out into the early evening, and headed towards town. She walked by the hotel, and found a small cafe that was open. She'd just ordered some sandwiches, and a coffee from the server, when she looked up to see someone looking over at her. "Hi, I'm Corwen," she offered, smiling at the stranger.

The Master was sitting the in the library, reading War of the Worlds. Because it was amusing. 'Intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic' indeed.

Jo sat under a tree, playing with a toy that a robot in a shop had given her after she said "Good morning," to it. She'd said it mostly out of habit, but she figured it couldn't hurt to be polite to them. Besides, the Doctor talked to Bessie half the time and at least the robots could understand you when you asked for something.

She guessed it was a toy, anyway. It had looked like a cat when she'd gotten it, but when she'd thought of a dog, it'd turned into that. Since then, it had been a horse, a giraffe, an orange-striped zebra, and was now kind of a cross between an eagle and a lion. She frowned at it. There was a name for a thing like that, but she couldn't remember it.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked the first person who walked by.

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Looking over the selection of drinks a moment, he settled onto a stool, and requested a bottle of Ogden's finest out of sheer perversity. And a desire to get pleasantly tipsy in relatively short order. Just tipsy, he didn't need to run into someone dangerous while drunk. He chuckled to himself.

"Someone dangerous indeed," he murmured, carefully pouring a measure into a glass as he glanced in the mirror, searching for any familiar face.

Brant was outside with a book. He was sprawled out, flat on his back. The book was being held up both so he could read without sitting up and to block the sun. When he heard footseps he looked back. "You look familiar." He was... being sarcastic. There were versions of the Doctor all over the place. He still knew which one it was.