Hannibal's Hotel and Restaurant

Who:Violet Baudelaire and Greeter
When:Friday Evening
Where: Somewhere in London then Hotel Lobby
What: "Not Again! This Has to be an Olaf Trap!"
Rating: PG-13 for now
Status:Incomplete
Warnings: Violet has trust issues due to Olaf and is a bit fragile both inside and out (along with being somewhat too thin among other things).
Notes: Violet is set about a year or so post events of the novel series with portions of the movie as needed. So she is around 17 years of age now.

( In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew there was always something. Something she could fashion into nearly any device, for nearly every occasion. )

Who: Selina Kyle (Catwoman) and Greeter.
When: Now.
Where: Selina's East End apartment, then the hotel lobby.
What: Selina is transported to Hannibal's Hotel and Restaurant.
Rating: R, for adult content.
Status: Complete.

( Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse.... )

( Travelling not via TARDIS.... )

Christine made her way back to the Paris Opera house. The building that had been her home for so many years. She stared up at the ruined building. Closing her eyes she could recall that night as if it had happened just the night before.

When she had left that night with Raoul, she had made a promise to herself to return to find him, her angel of music. And so she stood before the charred remains of her old home taking a breath before she slowly started to walk towards the charred remains. She stepped over the burnt boards. She had one goal in mind and hoped the way wasn't blocked. As carefully as she could she made her way through the burnt boards and broken glass as she slowly found what she was looking for. She figured she could find her way if she went through the chapel. The chapel where she'd heard his voice in the shadows so many times. Slowly she pushed against the door shoving with all her weight, the door protesting, she pushed the door out of the way before she looked around. She stood there in the light confused. Looking behind her she saw the charred remains of the opera house but before her was what looked like a hotel lobby. She slowly stepped through the door and made her way to the desk, looking around as she went. She couldn't understand what had happened.