What kind of things? Interesting things? I love things. Ask anyone.

[themadmanwithabox]

There's a room here for everyone, Doctor.

Even him.

There's always the problem and the peril and the chance that one of their adventures takes them to somewhere dangerous. These days, it's practically written in the small print. Here, though, an inescapable hotel with terrible fears in each of the rooms where one is personalized for you like a very painful nightmare version of an individualized jammy dodger, well, that's not the usual fare.

Still, what's usual? He'll find a way out. He'll save the day for Amy's sake, for Rory's, for the others. It's just that as he's walking down the hall, there's a room. Right in front of him, a room numbered eleven and calling out to him. His feet are moving before he can even consciously make the decision and oh, that's clever, that's something he'd like to better understand when he isn't feeling the constant pull towards a simple little hotel room door. Monsters and devils can wait when there's a mysterious door involved. It pulls you. It calls to you in whispered voices. It wants you and who's the Doctor to ever deny?

It's a simple gold-polished handle. It's a painted door. It's room number eleven and it will contain the very worst of his fears. Geronimo. There's no hesitation when he opens the door to find out what's waiting for him, what could possibly frighten the Doctor so terribly that he brings on a monster, and finds...

Chicken.

There's chicken on spits turning around and around in a rotisserie and a kitchen surrounding them. He steps in and there's chicken. He steps back and he's back in the 1980's earth-styled hotel with supposedly no escape. Behind door number eleven, there's chicken. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he carefully hangs a 'do not disturb' sign on the door and follows the smell of barbeque wafting before him to explore why his worst fear appears to be the kitchen in yet another hotel.

Or maybe it's what Rita means about the halls changing. Maybe he's been banished to the bottom and has to work his way back up to the top. The Doctor whips out his sonic screwdriver and approaches the spinning chickens with severe suspicion, scanning them for alien life or maybe hidden nightmares? The trouble is, the scans reveal that they're chickens. Normal earth chickens.

Oh, and they're also quite tasty, according to the readings.

"And here I am surrounded by chickens with Casanova nowhere to be found. Typical," he remarks under his breath, thinking that'd be more than a debt repaid with one of these tasty things.

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[almightythor]

"Thor, son of Odin," Thor said, not sure he followed this madman's logic at all. It seemed like all his words ran together and tumbled over one another in something vaguely resembling speech but none of it was intelligible.

"And you?"

[themadmanwithabox]

"The Doctor, son of...actually, no, I can't pronounce it properly and he'll give me a right smack in the head from the beyond if I get it wrong," he says, beaming away like this is the most brilliant conversation he's had in days. No, years. Decades. "Thor, you say? Thor. Son of Odin. Thor Odinson," the Doctor echoes, looking up at him with the respect you give to a god who's got a day named after him. "You can call me the Doctor. Everyone does. Don't ask why," he advises.

[almightythor]

Thor was happy to refer to him by his title if he preferred it though it seemed a little strange. Then again, Director Fury was exactly that: a title.

"A pleasure, Doctor. Could you indulge me in a pint and toast?"

[themadmanwithabox]

Pint and toast, was it? Well, the Doctor was more than happy to sit down with the god of thunder and drink a pint or two. "I hope you don't mind my offering a bit of a trade," he says. "You see, I've come from a hotel where my friends are very likely in danger. You wouldn't happen to know about the ramifications and the likelihood of a timeline stopping or time moving differently." If he has to find out for himself, that is going to cut into his pint and toast time.

[almightythor]

"I do not," Thor conceded.

"I do know that time can travel differently from one realm to another, in my own limited experience, but the relative flow of time here compared to somewhere else, I do not know. I haven't traveled back and forth yet to find out."

[themadmanwithabox]

That's exactly the sort of thing the Doctor is for. "Do you have a rope?" he asks, suddenly, turning back to regard the door he'd wandered in through. "Before we settle in for that pint and toast, what do you say to a little test, hm?" he asks, eyes bright, wide, and potentially a bit mad.

[almightythor]

"I think we could find it," Thor said, looking around the kitchens until he found a utility closet that seemed promising. He had never longed for Stark before but he felt that in this situation, he mit be of more use. If he could put his arrogance aside, that was.

Thor, too, could be arrogant but it was usually with just cause. He wasn't certain about Stark's intentions.

[themadmanwithabox]

"Right, then! Here's the plan," the Doctor announces warmly. "You're going to tie a rope around my suspenders and I'm going to try and jump into a parallel universe without actually breaking through the barrier of worlds," he explains rapidly, as though it's a bit like frying an egg. Only making a perfect egg is much harder, as so many chefs have told him after trying his eggs.