The Gentlemen's Guestroom

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Well this was just too interesting.. Just why would the Djinn want to capture and hold random humans and Time Lords? Just what could everyone in the room have that is in common enough to be of any interest? The Mentor slowly pressed his hands together just touching the tip of his nose; as though he was saying a silent prayer. The Time Lord was puzzled just as much as the others in the room, but unlike the others, he was not the type to talk during a situation like this. But as the others spoke, The Mentor listened, using what they were saying to solve this interesting problem.

The bloke that was sitting next to him on the bed certainly was not saying anything, but with how he looked at some certain others in the room, he knew them. Their scent told him that they were obviously either whole Time Lords or part Time Lord of a certain amount. Everyone seemed to know someone.. It just seemed that only The Mentor did not know anyone in the room, even his own brother who was right smack in front of him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as the bloke next to him suddenly got up and stormed over to one of the younger people in the room. Now that was just.. How did this guy know the younger fellow? What did the kid do? Obviously by the look on his face, the kid did not know what.

The Mentor walked up Nate and as gently as possible got the boy loose from Nate's grip, "This is not the time for this foolishness, the boy has no idea why you are acting this way towards him meaning it has not happened yet. So perhaps you should instead use your pent up energy to help figure out why everyone is here instead of taking it out on the boy." He looked around the room then back to Nate, "We are all being held here for the same reason. But it is the reason why that we must figure out." The Time Lord looked around the room as he spoke again, "Time Travel is our only thing that is in common, besides most of us in the room being either part or full Time Lord and the rest human."

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The Doctor had been rather preoccupied trying to figure out where they were, and more importantly, why. His fingers ran along the walls. This building was old but was in pristine condition. The air felt metallic, like the sensation one gets before a a nose bleed and he could feel it in his mouth. It was almost palatable. The commotion around him was more lick background noise as he cautiously made his way around the wall, searching, not for a weakness but some something else. He wasn't sure what that something was but he had a feeling he'd know as soon as he got his hands on it.

Although, he had to confess, a voice kept jarring is attention back to the group. Rio. He knew that face and certainly recognized the accent. He sucked in a breath as he danced impatiently in place trying to think of where he knew him from.... OH.. The cheeky beggar from Alaska! Goodness that was three lifetimes ago. He seemed a good deal younger than he remembered him but that certainly seemed to be the running joke with his life. Meeting people in this random loop of misaligned time lines. He looked at the two boys that had a rather remarkable resemblance to Rio and arched a brow... No doubt his children from.. again.. outside their time line. But.. there was something else.. A familiarity that was bothering him quite a bit.

But before he even had the chance to let the thoughts rattle around in his head, he was rather roughly shoved into Fitz, and his arms flew around Fitz's shoulders trying to keep his ability to stand and only succeeded in pulling the poor man in top of him on one of the beds provided. He blinked up at Fitz for several moments before he arched a brow.. It felt rather cool, all of a sudden. He glanced around to try and figure out why when he noticed.... The shirt he'd been given by Fitz had snagged and hung on the post of the bed. “Fitz, Don't move... Would you be so kind as to.. erm... the shirt, Fitz”

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Rio blinked at the priest, nodding slightly as he affirmed that they would find Maggie. “Luciole,” he breathed out slowly, feeling himself become grounded somewhat. He looked over at the other people in the room hazily as they introduced themselves. Rio didn’t care about them, he just wanted Maggie. He looked mournfully at the wall where the door had been and slumped against it. It was because he was in such a state of not caring that he had barely noticed the Irishman deciding to growl at him.

“A long time…?” Rio said, raising an eyebrow as the man lunged for him. His hand automatically reached for his knife before he realized that it wasn’t there. A man grabbed the weirdo and pulled him away from Rio before he got there. Rio’s expression was a mixture of ‘what the fuck was that’ and ‘where the hell did my bag go?’ with a pinch of ‘all my chocolate was in that bag’.

“Avi,” he whined, tugging at the priest sadly. “I have to pee.”