No 4D chess (which was only a past time that Time Lords partook in, for reasons one could easily guess), and no meditation, the Doctor went off to go find that massage of his. He weaved through the smallish crowds that littered the area of the resort, headed towards a spa or anything that indicated a spa, such as a signpost (helpfully translated by the Tardis). He was soon on his way, slipping in and through with next to no difficulty, as was his specialty. Besides, no one was running in terror or screaming in panic, so it was all fine.

To be honest, his mind was already filled with enough depressing thoughts that he didn't need to add to them by dwelling too much on what Rose had done. Yeah, it was bad, and wrecking time was never a good thing, and she was lucky he hadn't thrown her out for that. But again, she seemed like she felt bad about it, and she had kept him from murdering the last Dalek, and all that other stuff that he was too busy to remember right now, so he decided that he would focus on his massage and the accumulated hundreds of years of stress he had to work out.

He soon found it, a simple structure of light pastel browns and blues, separated from the general commons by a gate and an entrance way, all set up to look very hospitable. The Doctor stepped through and up to the person working up front, the attendant who didn't seem all too busy. "Hello there," he said with a smile. "I'm the Doctor, and I was staying at this very fine hotel and thinking that I could use a massage. Think you could oblige?"

The attendant hadn't been all that interested, but perked to attention as he approached and began speaking. "Alright. ID please." A quick flash of psychic paper, and he wa sin. "Now then, and special medical conditions or other difficulties we should be worried about?"

The Doctor shook his head as the attendant stepped away from her desk. "Well, I've got two hearts, but other than that I'm about as regular as any other humanoid out there."

"Two hearts, alright." He was led by the attendant to another room, closed with an opening in the ceiling, incense candles burning nearby, and one of those massage tables sitting in the middle of the room. All efforts had been made so that the room exuded calm and relaxation, with even the sound of trickling water from one of those nearby fountains.

"Your masseur will be with you shortly," the attendant said, leaving the Doctor in the room and closing the door behind him. In preparation, he shed his leather jacket, leaving only the low cut purple shirt on as he sat to wait. This was going to be...interesting, to say the least.