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Who: The doctor. Open to all
What: Waking up in a new place.
Where: First floor of the hotel
The doctor hadn't been in the best of moods for the past few long months. He had been forced into a hotel with only Rose and had realized that he had feelings for her and in return she felt the same. It was brilliant and he got to experiance something he hadn't in a long time; love. It was like a dream, those few months together, but like all dreams, it came to an end.
After he had woken up in the TARDIS again by himself he had been overwhelmed with grief when he realized that Rose didn't come back with him. The Doctor decided not to take anymore companions from then on because he brought them pain and he didn't want to bring pain to himself either. That had worked wonderfully for a few months; sure he felt lonely but he wasn't hurting much because of it. He only hurt when he was reminded of Rose and those times weren't even frequent anymore.
That was until he woke up in a bed that didn't belong in his TARDIS. His eyes opened immediatly, scanning the room silently in an attempt to figure out just where he was but only coming up empty handed by just looking in this one room. Maybe he could figure it out if he walked through the door, find out where he was, and get out.
He stood up from his bed, still fully clothed and to his surprise he was still wearing his red convers. He ignored that for now and walked quickly to the door, looking out and about at what seemed to be a hotel from the 1980s, though he was smart enough to know that this WASN't earth. Might as well explore and look for people he guessed so with that he stuffed his hands in his coat and walked down the hallway.
What: Waking up in a new place.
Where: First floor of the hotel
The doctor hadn't been in the best of moods for the past few long months. He had been forced into a hotel with only Rose and had realized that he had feelings for her and in return she felt the same. It was brilliant and he got to experiance something he hadn't in a long time; love. It was like a dream, those few months together, but like all dreams, it came to an end.
After he had woken up in the TARDIS again by himself he had been overwhelmed with grief when he realized that Rose didn't come back with him. The Doctor decided not to take anymore companions from then on because he brought them pain and he didn't want to bring pain to himself either. That had worked wonderfully for a few months; sure he felt lonely but he wasn't hurting much because of it. He only hurt when he was reminded of Rose and those times weren't even frequent anymore.
That was until he woke up in a bed that didn't belong in his TARDIS. His eyes opened immediatly, scanning the room silently in an attempt to figure out just where he was but only coming up empty handed by just looking in this one room. Maybe he could figure it out if he walked through the door, find out where he was, and get out.
He stood up from his bed, still fully clothed and to his surprise he was still wearing his red convers. He ignored that for now and walked quickly to the door, looking out and about at what seemed to be a hotel from the 1980s, though he was smart enough to know that this WASN't earth. Might as well explore and look for people he guessed so with that he stuffed his hands in his coat and walked down the hallway.
