It's all AU.

Koschei peered over the shoulder of the server he'd coaxed out to the lake, nodding to himself at the charcoal, and the plates of meats waiting to grill to the demands of party guests. He grinned as he turned away, watching the path leading towards town for anyone who'd come down for the party.

The Doctor slid down next to the Master on a couch in the lobby, and rested his chin on his shoulder, "Whatcha reading?"

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"You are not winning," the Master informed him, firmly.

"I so, so am," the Doctor taunted sumgly, walking backwards away from the couch. And then he took off.

Methos stepped out of the library with a book on physics and dimensions beyond the three the average lay-person considered, making a bee-line for the nearest cafe. Ordering a beer and a basket of fish and chips, he settled into a chair, propping his feet on the table.

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.

Reinette was wandering through the park in a pretty pink dress and carrying a pretty pink parasol, pretending to be a grown-up young lady.

And keeping a sharp eye out for Jacks (wearing the coat = good, not wearing the coat = bad), blonds in black suits, and men with little beards.

Not that she was particularly scared of any of them. She was more curious than anything.

The Doctor was tearing around town with a frantic, stunned air. Clearly looking for someone. Those who had experience with long term relationships of a certain tumultuous type might recognize his particular "Oh, god, I can't believe I did that" look.

He'd thought he was doing fairly well keeping his mind together, but when a stuffed bear in a coat and hat walked through the hotel lobby he was forced to reassess. He put his newspaper down, got up and went out into the hall. It was gone. He came back in and demanded, of whoever happened to be handy, "Did you see that?"

"I'll just be a minute," Buffy called over her shoulder to Spike as she fled through the crowds in the Bronze, heading for the Ladies. She was starting to react to the fact that she'd just been kissing Spike - again - and she needed a moment. Possibly several moments.

She was through the door and leaning back against it before she realised that she wasn't in the Ladies.

She was standing in the corridor of a hotel she'd stayed in once, long ago. Three years ago.

She tipped her head back against the door and raised her eyes to the ceiling. "Perfect. Just perfect."

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Methos drew in a deep breath, looking up at the sky a moment. Clear, pale sky, like every day he'd been here last time. Not particularly appealing, in his current mood. He snorted, walking away from the little Egytian beer-house that he'd ducked into again that morning for a nearly-forgotten breakfast and beer.

He wandered down the street, humming a little ditty to himself, peering into the shops as he went. Nothing interesting... well, unless you counted people reflected in the window. He raised an eyebrow slightly, turning around slowly, hands still in his pockets.

"Captain Harkness," he said evenly, a small half-smile on his face.

Ianto chewed his bottom lip slowly as he read the newspaper. A newspaper dated 2012, detailing a meteor strike.

There were a stack of newspapers from various years and centuries- all post 2009- and a pad of paper with Ianto's neat handwriting covering pages on pages beside Ianto.

Romana had, in all honesty, been hiding out a bit. Reading in the library. Poking around shops. Enjoying the pleasant days outside. Eating lots of food. But not being sociable. This was a forced vacation, and she was allowed to hide a bit. Besides, most of the conversations she'd had here were a little on the upsetting side, no matter who they were with, it seemed.

She was beginning to get bored now. She didn't want anything too daring, or exciting - she knew she'd get plenty of that when she went back home. But she was certainly willing to give being sociable another go.

She sat in chair in the hotel lobby, a mug of tea in hand, planning on making conversation with the next person who walked past.

The Master wandered along a wide path through a small forest just outside the town. It wasn't as calming as the lake, but he was wary of going down there again since every visit seemed to result in confrontation and pain. The soothing rustle of the trees would have to do.

"Oh. Oh, no. No, this isn't right," Gwyneth said as she stumbled into what looked like a rather comfy looking sitting room. She had been heading for the morgue. She had been in front of everyone else, leading them down there. But now, it looked like she was alone. Smoothing her hands nervously over the front of her apron, Gwyneth cast her eyes around desperately once more. "Rose? Doctor? Mr. Sneed? Mr. Dickens? Anyone? Please?"

Spike wandered out of the sewer and into the hotel basement. He'd finally found the sewer access on his second day, which had relieved him no end as it meant he could get about in daylight rather than being trapped in just one building.

He headed for the stairs, and then paused, listening. As a vampire, he had extra good hearing, but he wouldn't have needed it to hear whoever was coming down an intersecting corridor towards the one he was in. They weren't making any attempt to be quiet.

Spike struck up an indolent pose, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded, and waited. It'd been a couple of days since he'd drained Jack, and he was getting a little peckish.

After getting her bearings somewhat, Sally had realised it had been a while since she slept and found herself a room to curl up in for a while. She woke in daylight, not knowing how long she'd been asleep. After a quick shower to wake herself up, she dressed and headed down to the restaurant. She hadn't noticed the robot waiters in there before, so she was a bit too startled and fascinated by them to notice much else in the restaurant and just grabbed a quick and solitary breakfast before heading out to the hotel lobby with the intention of exploring. Fresh air and a walk would be nice, as would clean clothes if she could find any.

The lobby wasn't deserted, Sally noted a few people milling around or sitting talking or reading and briefly contemplated approaching someone, but the lure of exploring for herself was stronger and she stepped outside, blinking a little at the light and trying to take in the strangeness of her surroundings. She didn't know how long she stood just outside the door, looking around, but suddenly someone else almost walked straight into the back of her. She turned, startled, and uttered a flustered apology.

"Sorry, I haven't been here long and this is the first time I've seen outside the hotel. Are you all right?"

He wanted a burger.

With chili, cheese, onion, pickles, tomato, ketchup and extra mayo. That wasn't the surprising part. What was surprising was that he'd been able to find it - one of the little side streets. Jack didn't know what the place usually served, but today they were serving what he wanted. He wasn't even going to question what it was doing there, where the farm was or what his food was actually made of - or if it was going to kill him.

He'd probably been better off throwing up. He was almost certainly going to regret it, later.

For the moment he was outside on the grass, managing to eat a sandwich the size of his head without making a mess, and thinking that food was better than sex.

He hoped.

When someone on their way past slowed to a stop Jack looked up, sucked chili off his thumb and said, "Shut up."

He was too blissed out on B-12 to sound like he meant it, though.

Jamie walked through the door announcing, "No, seriously, Jack, I just don't kno-" he cut himself off as he didn't walk into the hub, walking into the foyer of a hotel. "-know where I am at all." He finished, confused as hell. "What the hell?"

He got up in the middle of the night because he had to piss.

He walked out of his bedroom, opened his bathroom door, stepped in and stepped out into a god damn hallway, with the ugliest fucking carpet he had ever seen, and not a toilet in sight.

At least he was dressed, right down to his great-coat and boots. Handy thing, being paranoid as shit.

"What the fuck is going on here, and who the hell is responsible for it?" he asked no one in particular.

Dean was not having a good day.

Of course, any day that involved his baby brother fucking dying and an army of fucking demons trying to take over the earth wasn't going to be a great one, but he was used to the demons, at least. What made this day spectacularly shitty would be the fact that as soon as he'd concluded his deal with the crossroads demon, he'd had just enough time to confirm that Sam really was alive before he'd got caught in some kind of backlash from the hellgate, and dropped - here.

Wherever in the ass end of nowhere here happened to be.

Without his brother.

Without his fucking car.

That one really fucking stung.

Dean picked himself up, dusted off his jeans, glanced around, and tried his usual method of getting information. He yelled.

"Sammy!"

The Doctor slept for – well, actually, he didn't know how long – his sense of time had gone all wonky in this place – but it was a long time. When he woke, he felt as well as he'd been trying to convince Jack he was before. He checked the wardrobe again, just in case the TARDIS had decided to turn up (it hadn't), then wandered downstairs to see if he could find another cup of tea.

He walked into the dining room and looked around to see if there was anyone he knew.