[Accidental Visual | The Hyperion Hotel]

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The Hyperion Hotel was not the most impressive hotel he had ever been in, although it did have a certain ambiance he could not help but approve of. It looked as though it had been originally built in perhaps the 1930s, the height of the Art Nouveau movement, which made it a very endearingly young building and, of course, meant that by American standards it was a positive antique.

Long was moving through the hotel because the little unusual device in his hand, and the map with the device, indicated it to be the site of a bright dot that lit and flashed and blinked the closer he came to it. He was standing in the lobby, now, and as near as he could tell he was directly standing on/inside the glowing dot, and yet... He looked around him, a slight man in a good suit, his eyes alert, but aside from a reasonably charming fountain in the lobby he found little to merit a frantically blinking dot.

Well. Perhaps on one of the floors above. The map, after all, was two-dimensional, while reality was not.

Unaware that the device was broadcasting a visual of his wanderings around the hotel, he moved for the elevators, seized with a sudden thought. His own rooms, perhaps? But from the street this building had appeared to be only six stories...


[ooc: a bit bendy-timed to be in the days immediately after Long's arrival- open to anyone but especially Fred or Angel if they are curious why some dude is wandering about their hotel]

003 { AUDIO ☤ LOCATION: SICKBAY }

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[ The Enterprise is not unfamiliar to the strange sounds of whistling and various beeps, but what can't be passed for normalcy on board the ship is the song 'sabotage' being blared out on boxing day. And today, the tablet is picking up the tune of whistling and chattering of the special present that Santa Claus delivered after managing to bypass security protocol (and his privacy) to get to him on christmas eve. does he appreciate this gift? ]

Does anyone have any name suggestions for a bird that won't shut the hell up?

[ probably not. ]

004 ∞ [voice || location: Amy's house in Shelley]

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Stirring her tea with a spoon, Amy idly listened to the sound of the metal hitting the ceramic sides of her cup. She was thinking.

The Doctor had been gone... well, she didn't know how long, but it seemed to her she'd just become aware of it. When had she last spoken to him? Or even seen him? Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled brushing aside ideas of calling out to him from the living room, or knocking on his bedroom door. But why? What had held her back?

She stopped stirring and left the spoon in her cup as she picked her tablet off the kitchen table and turned it on. She searched the map for him again, and again it told her he wasn't there. The Doctor was clever though, so very, very clever, so if he had reason to, he could easily hide himself from the tablet's map. But for what reason? And why wouldn't he tell her before he rushed off to do whatever it was that he was secretly doing?

A little voice in her head said that the reason he wasn't on the map was because he was taken out of Taxon. The feeling of tears started behind her eyes, but she held them back and grew angry instead. The Doctor wouldn't abandon her. Not again. Not after twelve years of waiting the first time, then two more years after that.

Of course, that wretched little voice said, the Doctor wouldn't have a choice. The hamsters would take him away against his will.

"Shut it, you," she grumbled, then pressed a hand to her forehead because she was talking to herself.

Straightening up and clearing her throat, she turned the tablet over to the voice section and tried to sound like she wasn't upset at all.

"Hello, fellow Taxon residents! Anybody seen the Doctor 'round recently? He seems to be playing a very intricate game of hide and seek."


[ooc: Amy was glitched by the hamsters to not notice the Doctor's disappearance until after Christmas, so she could enjoy it and not be mopey. But now he's gone and it's time to feel abandoned. ;_;]