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: Nyanko-sensei; OPEN to all
When: Shortly after this journal entry
Where: The library
What: Nyanko-sensei's looking for some knowledge
Rating/Status: PG-13 for language type things/incomplete thread

( If God controls the land and disease/Keeps a watchful eye on me/If he's really so damn mighty/My problem is I can't see )

Who: Nyanko-sensei; open to anyone
When: A couple hours after Journal Entry #3
Where: Gardens
What: Looking for some fresh air to ail his angry head
Rating/Status: PG-ish/incomplete

( looking back when I was a child and dreamed/growth and maturity would come to me/having faith it would set me free and fly away. )

Who: Puss in Boots and Nyanko
What: Fine dining
When: Evening
Where: The restaurant
Status: In progress

Bartolomeo, aka Puss in Boots, had remained in his cat form ever since finding himself at Hannibal's Hotel and Restaurant. He had napped and snacked for days in his luxurious room, which he created to look like chambers fit for royalty in Far, Far Away. There was velvet of dark and medium blue, curtains of golden hue in satin and pale lace, only the best mahogonay wood for the bed and fine parquet under the beautiful carpets. The en suite bathing chamber was all red and silver, with a few gold accents.

What did the pampered puss do when he left his room? There were places to explore in this place far, far away from Far, Far Away and he went first to-- the restaurant! As befitting a fine feline gentlemen, he was given a pillow to sit on, so he could comfortably rest his arms on the exquisitely set table while paging through the menu.

Looking satisfied to just see his meal of skewered roasted scallops and roma tomatoes, green beans with shallots, almonds and roasted garlic, and pomme frites, he blinked his large eyes at the plate before taking the first delicious taste. Bartolo enjoyed this, washing it down with sips of a hearty red wine. When he saw someone not a server walk in his direction, he raised the glass in his paw to salute them.

Who: James and Nyanko
When: the evening of his arrival
Where: at the Hotel Bar
What: difficult to say yet
Rating/Status: tbd/Incomplete

( Arm yourself because no one else here will save you/The odds will betray you And I will replace you/You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you/It longs to kill you Are you willing to die?/The coldest blood runs through my veins/You know my name (You Know My Name)* )

Who: Nyanko-sensei & Greeter
When: sometime after Zoku Natsume Yuujinchou, no spoilers
Where: from the forest to the lobby
What: Nyanko-sensei watches a parade of ayakashi; wakes up in the hotel grounds
Rating/Status: PG/Completed thread

Natsume, the boy with the book, had left with his classmates for the weekend on a school field trip, leaving him all alone with nothing to do. Well, close to nothing. Or so he thought, until he found himself in the middle of the forest, alone and booze-less. Even the bratty whats-his-face priest's son did not seem to be lurking around.

So the proud and powerful spirit, once known as Madara, now known as - wince - Nyanko-sensei (better than Nyan-kichi for sure), was nestled in the crook of a mulberry bush, watching the light of the setting sun filter through the leaves of the tallest trees.

( rest under the cut, nyan~ )