Hannibal's Hotel and Restaurant

Who: Nyanko-sensei, tagging the Doctor (/any/ Doctor)
When: After meeting Ten in the library
Where: Hotel bar
What: Looking for a Doctor, any Doctor.
Rating/Status: PG-13 at worst/Incomplete thread

The bar was familiar to Nyanko-sensei; it was here where he had met the mysterious spy Bond and had his first shot of booze from outside time and space. He had a feeling about this place, like it was the kind of place to attract time travelers. Nyanko-sensei wondered if he should have put a personal ad in the newspaper: single cat-shaped ayakashi searching for any resident Lord of Time for conversation and adventure.

Couldn't be too hard, waiting around for the Doctor he met - all skinny legs and pinstripes - or the others who were also 'him' to show up. His senses were quite keen on picking up the scent of Time Lords after a first meeting, and he was pretty sure that he could tell one of the Doctor's selves on sight. If he couldn't, it would be awkward, to say the least.

Nyanko-sensei shuffled onto a barstool and ordered himself a bottle of shochu, not wanting to waste time with shots.

Who: Ichigo Kurosaki, OPEN
When: Afternoon
Where: Lobby
What: Ichigo is bored and restless and not looking for Clarice at all no really
Rating/Status: PG-13 at worst cos it's Ichi/Incomplete

A certain red-haired teenager had found himself becoming more restless than ever, his hotel room making him feel confined and caged. Ichigo had listened to the bulk of Ishida's borrowed CDs, worked on most of his homework, and had made several calls to room service in an attempt to find out what was going on. For some reason he kept getting a lost-sounding girl who repeatedly invited him to eat smoked cheese with him. Huh.

Eventually, Ichigo took the elevator down to the lobby, intent on forcing himself into interaction with anyone, as long as it took his mind off his problems. Under his shirt on a string hung his contained of soul candy, just in case. He plopped down into a handsome looking chair and began absently flipping through a copy of Les Mis that someone had left lying around, wondering where the hell everyone was. The lobby seemed eerily quiet for the afternoon.

OOC: Come in and poke Ichigo ♥

Who: Charlie Weasley and greeter
Where: #12 Grimmauld and the Hotel lobby
When: just after Bill's disappearance
Rating/status: tbd/incomplete

( Won't you come home, Bill Weasley, won't you come home/I've missed you all night long )

Who: Doctors 3, 6, 9, 10, Jo, Gwen and Frasier
When: Afternoon
Where: Room 606
What: Meeting of minds
Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd

606 had its door open and the sound of two voices in discourse rushed into the hallway. One voice seemed to dominate the conversation more, sounding off in a hurried fashion while the other could be judged as sounding "Northern English", even if he wasn't British. The two of him, the Doctor, were in a room that was a hodgepodge of science lab, living room and library.

Who: Snape and Jean Grey
When: Afternoon
Where: The gardens
What: Reading and conversing
Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd

His dark eyes scanned the words quickly and he turned the pages with a flick of his finger, not even touching paper as he read the book. A fat bumblebee buzzed near the ebony-haired professor in black, going slightly astray as it flew from one rose to another. Snape merely glanced at the flying insect and raised his hand to charm it on its original course, magically pushing it along and away from himself. He looked around, feeling satisfied like a smug cat in the sun, before turning his attention back to reading.

Who: Weasley twins and Selina
When: Evening
Where: Hotel bar
What: Meeting someone new
Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd

The lads had been awake since early morning, skipping breakfast in favour of their magical experimentation. After hours of some success, they finally realised just how hungry they were, and that it might be a fine idea to seek both food and other company downstairs.

"Oy, let's try out the everfills," George suggested as they loped to their door.

Fred agreed and accioed a couple of steins, which they carried downstairs to the bar. The red-haired young men smiled and nodded to others in the place as they strode up to the bar, wizards on a mission. They occupied a couple of stools and ordered beers.

Gwen,

The other Doctors, Jo and I are going to gather to discuss having a meeting with this Lightbringer fellow, hoping to gain a way out of the hotel. If that fails, then perhaps we can at least have an expansion to this hotel so there's more places to go, more for us to do, and in the meantime still work on trying to get away from here.

Doctor 10

Who: Elena and Damon
When: Evening
Where: Woods, just outside the Hotel
What: the spider goes to the fly
Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd

( Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait/ you Catholic girls start much too late/Sooner or later it comes down to fate/I might as well be the one* )

Hello previous self,

Ten and myself are having a discussion about confronting this Lightbringer about being imprisoned here. Come to my room, 606, since I know you'd also like to leave here.

Nine

WHO: Buffy Summers and Lorne! (Open!)
WHEN: March 31st / Evening.
WHERE: Lounge / Bar.
STATUS: Incomplete.
RATING: PG-13, probably.

( Normalcy. Ha! )

Who: Elena, OTA (poking especially the Salvatore brothers. :))
Where: The hotel grounds/garden
When: March 24, Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Incomplete.

After the chat with Stefan the other day, Elena had decided to take a walk in the gardens. She needed some air and needed to clear her head. There was a lot to think about. She had to admit she was actually glad that Stefan was there. She found a tree and sat down with her diary and started to write. She wrote about her thoughts on the whole her being adopted thing. That was still so huge and confusing to her. She couldn't understand how her parents hadn't told her. And neither had her aunt.

She sighed as she looked up at the birds flying overhead. She closed her eyes thinking about everything that had happened to her in the last year. First her parents die in a car accident that she should have died in had it not been for her now Vampire boyfriend.

Who: Sookie Stackhouse and Bill Compton
When: Directedly after his close encounter of the Eric kind
Where: Hotel library
What: Sookie and Bill stuff
Status/rating Incomplete/tbd (seriously, it's a library, how steamy can it get?)

Into the ward of the clean white-washed halls,
Where the dead slept and the dying lay;
Wounded by bayonets, sabres and balls,
Somebody's darling was borne one day.
Somebody's darling so young and so brave,
Wearing still on his sweet yet pale face
Soon to be hid in the dust of the grave,
The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.

Somebody's darling, somebody's pride,
Who'll tell his Mother where her boy ( died* )

Who: Damon and Stefan
What: Having a chit-chat
When: Sunday evening
Where: Their room, naturally

( is it possible to hate someone you love? )

Once again in spite of knowing it was a challenge Gwen was sitting in the hotel lobby hitting redial on her cell phone. She was also trying just about every number in her phone book from Jack and Ianto to the recently deceased Tosh and Owen (even she knew just hearing Owen's voice mail would make her cry once again) along with Martha, Andy and Rhys. "Just bloody pick up already! Even being able to curse out Saxon would be a start at this point!!" she hissed as she slammed her fingers into the keypad.

Only 2 people within the hotel knew how miserable she really was: the 10th Doctor and Jo. But to be honest maybe all Gwen needs is an open ear and someone from her world to be pulled into the world of crazy that was the hotel. "Well I can be sure its not the Rift but I even have doubts about that" as she slammed the next round of numbers into her keypad. But if anyone picked that moment to brave the lobby they would find a woman who had hardly slept much less eaten anything, still ankle deep in grief.

Who: Neville Longbottom, greeter
What: Arriving at the Hotel
When: Saturday evening
Where: Diagon Alley, then the hotel lobby

( suspicions run thick )

Who: Elena and Stefan
Where: Hotel hallway/grounds.
When: Feb 25 afternoon
Rating: TBD

Elena was walking the halls trying to figure out a way to get home. She knew her aunt and brother would be wondering where she was. She had to get word to them somehow. Of course she knew of one other who would be worried but she wasn't sure if she honestly thought he'd be worried about her or the fact that she looked like Katherine. Not to mention she wanted to find out just WHY she looked exactly like Katherine. It didn't make sense, at least not to her.

She sighed as she thought about her best friend's wanting to talk to Bonnie, needing to hear reassurance that everything would be alright.

Who: Ron and Luna
What: A random run-in
When: Tonight
Where: The library
Rating: PG

( Bloody hell... )

Who: Stefan and Damon
What: Discovering their lovely room sharing
When: Backdated to shortly after both boys entered the hotel
Where: Their room
Rating: PG-13, most likely

( how could this happen to me/ I've made my mistakes/ got nowhere to run/ the night goes on as I'm carried away )

Who: Tenth Doctor and anyone
Where: The ballroom
When: Friday 2pm
What: A meeting to get acquainted and exchange ideas
Status: Incomplete

The Doctor paced around in his tux, glancing about at the buffet. The colour scheme for the party was done in his favourite colours, ocean blue and earthy browns. The food and drink covered a wide range of interesting selections. He indicated all the guests' tastes had to be represented and it certainly seemed as if they had been. To his slight amazement, there were even some Gallifreyan dishes. But why be amazed? he asked himself as he paced. Considering how this place or Lightbringer could pluck seemingly anyone from their own time and space, why would cuisine from his original world be a surprise?

His look instantly went from bemused to a big grin when someone arrived to officially make the occasion a gathering.

"Hello! I'm glad you could make it!!" he exclaimed. His long stride carried him past the arranged chairs and tables so he could greet the arrivee.

Attention please, other Timelords at the Hotel, Gwen, Lady Violet, Ben and Abigail, Jo and any other companions or friends:

Why don't we gather in the ballroom over tea and drinks and a bit of a buffet to exchange ideas? I won't say I'll never get out of here but in the meantime, socially working out things to do might make for some fun. Let's have a meet-and-greet ideas swap. Maybe with music involved.

How about Friday starting at 2pm?

Oh and anyone I don't know is welcome to be there too.

John Smith XI aka the Doctor