President Cell Phone (he hates that nickname, but then...Jane so he doesn't much have room to talk) called a meeting. It's about time they properly saw Monmouth in and got this quest off the ground. Really, Gansey just wants to see all of his people in one place. He's still a bit unsettled about everyone's position in the city. Blue has moved into Monmouth, which Gansey likes, but it's also changed the dynamic of things, or at least he thinks that's what's changed the dynamic. Ronan has been by Monmouth and rattled through his room, taking stock Gansey thinks, but he hasn't stayed the night. It's not unusual for Ronan; there are nights back in Henreitta that his bed goes unslept in as well. Adam hasn't ever lived at Monmouth, but Gansey wants to give him one last offer and he wants to make certain that everyone knows they're welcome to stay here.

Not to mention the quest. He's not certain if it's the same quest to find Glendower or whether it's a different quest, to find a way out of here so they can return to the Glendower quest. Either way, it's something for Gansey to research, something for him to take notes on and something for him to occupy his time with. It's an important facet of Gansey. He's secretly (not so secretly) an obsessed individual that can easily fall into depression without something to focus on, something productive to obsess about.

In any case, meeting. Yes. There's pizza and Jane has cleaned up a bit. Gansey had to run her out of the main room because things are scattered just the way he likes. He's shuffling through papers on his desk and making notes, mint leaf between his teeth when everyone starts to arrive. He'll put that aside to mingle.

[Open to Ronan, Adam, Noah, Blue and Gansey. Mingle style. I'll probably do a formal 'let's get this meeting started' gansey thing further down. No particular posting order. Let me know if you want Ronan or Gansey in particular, otherwise...have fun? I just wanted TRC buds things]

Sometimes people described silence as being so loud that it could be cut with a knife, and while sometimes the Doctor preferred silence, at this moment, he realized that this silence was deafening. A space that used to be filled with laughter and chatter from himself and his good friend Donna was now quiet, empty, and if he was being honest, a little sad.

He looked around the empty console room, pausing for a moment before he decided that nothing would be accomplished by leaving the TARDIS parked here outside his best friend's house. Pulling dials and flipping levers, he set the TARDIS into motion, and in just a short time, he eased the levers back into place and landed the ship. The destination wasn't so important now, not in comparison to getting away, to distracting himself, and to beginning the process of picking up the pieces.

But when he placed his hand on the TARDIS door's handle and opened said doors, the sight in front of him was not the one he envisioned. There was nothing familiar about it, and although he thought briefly about going back inside the TARDIS and taking off again, he couldn't ignore the pinpricks of curiosity that were already asserting themselves.

Those pinpricks normally were like resounding gongs drowning everything else out, but the Doctor was not in the mood to bound around excitedly as he explored a new place. His clothes were still soaked from the atmospheric disturbance that was coating Chiswick and other parts of the world, and he couldn't banish from his mind the image of Donna chattering away on her phone, completely oblivious of his presence and unconcerned by the fact that he was about to leave her behind forever.

Right now, he was a very sad, very bedraggled sort of explorer, but he still was an explorer nonetheless. Any distraction was welcome, and as he slowly began his exploration, he supposed that this fit that description. Of course, he wasn't all sadness and dark clouds; this place was interesting enough, after all, so if someone happened along at just the right moment, they might catch sight of the Doctor peering curiously at some local landmark or another, as if the mantle of sadness had temporarily lifted off his shoulders.

But it was never gone for long, and that look of regret and guilt was quick to slip back in.

[ ooc: Open post for Ten's intro! If your character catches him at just the right moment, he might even be in a halfway cheerful mood. Otherwise, he'll be in a bit of a funk for a little while. ]