Who: The Tenth Doctor and open.
Where: Starting out in the Doctor's room on the sixth floor and going from there.
When: Throughout the event.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Event catch-all post.
The Story:

August 9, morning

The Doctor doesn't sleep, not usually, and when he does, it's only for a bit at a time, maybe just an hour or two. There's far too much to do to waste time on sleep, especially when he barely needs it at all. That's one of the key differences between himself as a Time Lord and humans.

But this morning, the Doctor's sprawled out on his bed, and from the looks of things, it's been more than an hour since he fell asleep. Of course, even with that, he's still a light sleeper, so soon enough, he stirs and opens his eyes.

"Well, that was a bit longer than I'd intended. What time is it, then?" He muses to himself as he sits up and swings his long legs over the side of the bed. But just as he's asked that question, he freezes in place and his eyes widen.

"What-?"

Suddenly, all thought of having a leisurely wake-up goes flying right out of the Doctor's head, replaced by the panicked realization that something is wrong. Standing up, he grabs his coat off the stand in the room (he fell into bed fully dressed, so there's no need to see to that), and all but flings open his door, stepping out into the hallway.

Oh, thank the stars, there's someone coming around the corner right now. It doesn't matter who it is, just that it's a person, and right now, the Doctor has a very important question to ask them. He approaches at a rapid clip, and once they're in speaking distance, he puts forward his question.

"Erm, excuse me, but I was wondering: are you feeling quite all right this morning? Did you notice anything strange at all when you woke up? It's very important that you tell me, if you can."

Because as far as the Doctor can tell, he's just been turned into a human somehow, and well, it's startling, to say the least.

August 9th to 11th, anywhere

Now that the initial shock has faded, and the Doctor's mostly worked through his panic about finding himself completely human but still retaining memories of being anything but that, he's actually relatively relaxed.

Granted, it's strange and he really dislikes the limitations that being in a human body has imposed on him, but other than that, it's really not so terrible.

At least, it wouldn't have been terrible if this were an ordinary stretch of time in the mansion, but as luck would have it, there's a resurgence of angels and demons wandering about, and honestly, the Doctor's not sure how to deal with that.

Hiding in his room seems like cowardice, but going out to face them seems just a bit dangerous, now that his normal defenses are gone.

So, what is a man to do in a situation like this? Well, clearly, the answer is to find a happy medium between the two options. And for the Doctor, that translates into spending a lot of time in the library, or in the kitchen, or walking through the mansion grounds, while keeping on the alert for any unwanted company. Said alertness tempers any enjoyment he might have gotten normally, but that's just how it's going to have to be. Oh, and of course, there's the bit about how he's got people here he needs to keep an eye on, which is one of the first things he attempts doing: locating Martha and Rose, but also Jack and Ianto.

Figures the lot of them would have gotten themselves spread out. There really aren't enough hours in the day for this sort of thing.