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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[separateworlds]

Over the past several weeks, Jane had been in and out of the Nexus Hotel more times than most people would find strictly necessary. Her curiosity at how the place functioned had quickly won the battle against her fear of becoming stranded there, and she was through one door or another up to a dozen times per day, taking what notes she was able and attempting to find some pattern in the results. Acknowledging the potential danger of the situation, she had initially attempted to prop open her door home, only to find the efficiency of the tactic completely arbitrary. After the fourth attempt, she'd given herself up to the adventure of science and flung herself carelessly through as many portals as she could reasonably manage.

Today she'd been perusing the hotel library, which she found to have a stunning selection of literature from across time and space, presumably stocked by various guests over the years. What she hadn't found, however, had been anything particularly useful to her research, and had thought to return to her guest room to regroup and had found herself stepping in the kitchens instead.

"Oh," she said, briefly startled. This was the first time the hotel had sent her someplace within itself.

"That smells…really good."

[almightythor]

The feasting in the hotel wasn't the same as a feast on Asgard, of course, but Thor could find little fault with the fare. It was hearty and plentiful and it was to that end that he had gone to the kitchen to see about getting more.

And it was there that he saw a man muttering about the chickens, waving around some kind of device. It seemed strange but, then again, Mjolnir barely left Thor's side and he could not really speak to strange.

"What do you intend to do with this feast, then?"