It's all AU.

John had slept well, curled up with Jamie in his hotel room. He'd woken refreshed, and wanting to go on a wander. He decided to leave Jamie sleeping for now. So he'd dressed, and had written him a note, complete with his looping scrawl:

"Jame, 
Gone down to the hotel bar. Help yourself to food and goodies in the fridge if you want. Stay tonight? Yours,  J "

He kissed the card, and propped it up on the bedside table. He set off to the lift, heading towards the bar.

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Leaning over the bar, John grabbed a bottle, uncorked it, and took a long swig. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Using the brass bar fittings for leverage, he swung up until he was sitting up crosslegged on the bar itself. Fishing his link chain of useful metal tools out from the concealed pocket in his boot, he whistled loudly, trying to get the attention of one of the bardroids.

"C'mon darlin', come to papa, I wanna' see who made you beauties."

Theta had a set to his jaw and an annoyed expression. It wasn't unlike a puppy chasing his tail. He marched up to Benton, crossing his arms and looking up at him, "I require your assistance for several minutes if you'd be so kind."

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, staring at a cyberman helmet in a hall of alien artifacts; lost museum wing. Cyberman helmet, Dalek plating, Sontorian armor. All laid out neatly. Bloodlessly.

Jack was. Mentally off balance, really. It had been building for days, and it finally struck him after seeing John with Jamie. The sheer wrongness of that wasn't letting him go anytime soon.

He stood on the roof of the hotel, hands in the pockets of his coat, and looked out over the town.

Jamie got out of bed, read John's note, groaned, then put on his shoes and went to his own room for a shower and a change of clothes. His hair was still wet when he made his way down to the hotel lobby, yawning a little bit and seeking "Eggs?"

It had taken Ianto a little while to get his shit together. Not just with Jack, not just with work, not just with the bizarreness of this place, but with everything. But he'd gotten his shit together, went back to trying to map this strangeness of this place.

And take some leisure time. He went to the bar, sat on the stool, and propped his chin on his hand, to look at the person next to him, "Hello."

Lane was enjoying the cool night air, seated on the same bench he'd been at before, when he'd run into The Master. It may or may not have been intentional, last time.
This time it was most intentional.

Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he waited, trying not to imagine his posture with bared throat as that much of an offering to anyone else who happened by.

Koschei woke slowly, first aware that the bed only held two, not the three it had when he fell asleep. Soft curves pressed against his left side, a head pillowed against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around a slim waist, holding her close. He opened his eyes slightly, turning his head to look at Romana, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the top of her head after a moment.

The Doctor spotted Jack in the dining hall, walked up to him, and sat down down. He intended to say hello and how are you. What came out of his mouth was, "I'm about 90% sure that Koschei and Romana are having sex in my TARDIS right now."

Context what?