Hannibal's Hotel and Restaurant

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: Same participants as the first one, but all are welcome to join in, please continue previous conversations in the new thread:

We are continuing from here

( An apology for the devil: it must be remembered that we have heard one side of the case. God has written all the books.* )

Who: Jo, Third Doctor, and open to anyone else who enjoys music
What: An impromptu musicale (a delightful evening of music and wine and cheese)
When: Wednesday evening, 8 pm
Where: the Ballroom
Status/Rating: Incomplete/tbd

( A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence* )

Who: Abigail Chase - Open
What: Going to her room after checking in.
Where: Hotel elevator, halls and room 607
When: Right after checking in
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

( if she had wanted to go to a hotel this was definitely the kind she would book a room in )

Who: Nine and Ben Gates
What: Just looking around
When: Morning
Where: Starting in the corridor of Floor 6
Status: In progress

The Doctor left 606 after an interesting time there. Why interesting, aside from the fact that he created and recreated the space several times just to see what he might like having around him? Because he came away feeling relatively unconcerned, almost like he wasn't the same timelord who had regenerated due to the catastrophic Time War. While soaking in a bubble bath he'd simply realised that Rose and his regeneration would find the way to carry on.

He walked into the hall, pulling on his U2-type leather coat and slipping the key into one of the pockets. Closing the door, a sound attracted his attention. He looked at another man, very human from the look and initial smell of him, smiling.

"Hello. I'm the Doctor."

Who: Ben Gates and greeter
What: Entering the Hotel
When: this morning, Thursday, March 12, 2009
Where: Ben and Abigail's home/Hotel lobby
Status: Incomplete

( A slip of the foot you may soon recover, but a slip of the tongue you may never get over* )