we haven't had that spirit here since 1969; open to all

[i_jones]

Welcome, welcome. Not through that door. I mean, you can try it, but all doors lead to breakfast. Even that one underneath the console. You thought you were being clever. Maybe once you've behaved yourself and the TARDIS judges you to be worthy, you can explore a little more. For now, breakfast. For one night only, the TARDIS has become - or rather, has been inhabited by - King Ianto's Coffee Stop. Would you like to join the club? He has pamphlets. And buttons! But more importantly, he has breakfast. Lots of breakfast. The countertops of the cozy diner are lined with plates of breakfast foods galore - bacon, eggs, sausage, mushrooms, tomatoes, black pudding, cockles, laverbread... and okay, there are American staples too. There's your pancakes and your french toast and hash browns and cupcakes or whatever strange sweet things Americans eat for breakfast. Oh, and tea. Lots of tea. And if you ask very nicely, King Ianto himself might brew up some of his very own coffee. It's so good, it has a cult following.*

The walls are decorated with a strange collection of primarily alien souvenirs. There's one whole section of postcards from other planets and galaxies. GREETINGS FROM MARS! says one particularly upbeat postcard, featuring swathes of blue sand and a setting blue sun. Many others are unreadable. There are flags, leis of unfamiliar flora, letters of commendation (right next to WANTED signs), photographs both old and new of various people and various Doctors posing next to various monuments and landmarks, and strangely enough, what looks to be a stolen sign commemorating Ianto's death, from the management of Mermaid Quay. Have a look around! You never know what you might find. Probably none of it is dangerous. The food definitely isn't.

Oh and also the ceiling is space and outside the windows is space and spaaaaaace.**

*((Ianto has an undiscovered power: his coffee improves you. Your health, your powers (temporarily), your mood, whatever needs fixing. Please drink responsibly.))

**not actually space

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[whofrownedthisface]

Peeta doesn't get to knock much, it's the Doctor's turn for door duty and he is taking his job seriously (this time). The door opens abruptly and Peeta is squinted at, not quite with the level of disapprobation reserved for door to door solicitors, but only just. He doesn't know this one, does he? In the few nanoseconds he's been visible, he's done nothing to stand out, so that's no help. Well, 50/50. "You're here for breakfast?" He says this incredulously, as though there were some visible criterion for showing up to a breakfast party, and as though Peeta clearly does not meet it.

[peeta_mellark]

When the door opens almost immediately under his touch, Peeta startles slightly, surprised by the suddenness of the response. Nor are his feelings settled by sight of the man who answers. The man frowns down at him, his tone of inquiry containing a measure of surprise or doubt that leaves Peeta confused. Did he mistake the text?

"Ah, yes?" he replies, his confusion leaking into his voice. "I'm sorry - was the invitation only for certain people? I thought it was open to everyone." He certainly hopes the latter is true; he would be disappointed to find out now that he couldn't participate.