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` rose tyler (thebadwolf) wrote in poseidonacademy,
@ 2009-08-22 20:45:00

( who ) Rose [&] the Doctor
( what ) A date
( where ) Rose's room and then alien planets for the win.
( when ) Six p.m. - onward
( warning(s) ) TBA

There wasn’t much for Rose to do with her hair for a date, it was rather short after all and apart from curling it, she didn’t really have much of an idea of what to do with it. Curling it ended up being her choice for the evening. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t been out with the Doctor before, but this was something different altogether since he’d finally used the actual word ‘date’ for their get together. She’d been musing to herself ever since their little conversation about how jealous he had seemed to get at the mention of going somewhere with another boy, especially at the drop of a pin like he could with his TARDIS. It was rather silly of him, but Rose wasn’t going to argue about it. She ended up rather pleased with how it turned out. Mentioning having gone to Texas with Bart ended up making the Doctor agree to go on a date with her; she wasn’t going to turn back on that one.

Getting up from her chair, she moved toward the bed to pick up her dress and tugged it over her head. It was a pretty little thing, black with slim white pinstripes along it. Tugging on the skirt of the dress, she wriggled it until it was on her body properly and flattened it out a bit. Moving back toward her desk where her laptop was closed and shut off and picked up her earrings, putting them off. With a soft sigh, she slipped her feet into her shoes and glanced to the clock on her nightstand by her bed. Shockingly, her room was actually somewhat clean despite a few pairs of socks, shoes and some jeans crumpled in a corner. Sighing lightly, she plopped to her bed and crossed her legs, wriggling her foot a bit as she waited.

The clock read just barely six, sooner or later the Doctor would arrive in whatever it was he was calling his coach—she had assumed that it would be the TARDIS, though that was a bit much for just going to dinner and a movie. She crossed her arms quietly over her chest and glanced to the window, looking out at the trees outside.

“I don’t even know which we’re doing first. Was it the movie, or the dinner?” The British girl shrugged her shoulders lightly. “Whatever works for him, I suppose.”

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drjohnsmith
2009-08-23 01:14 am UTC (link)

Suddenly a wheezing, grinding noise was approaching Rose's room from absolutely nowhere. Her papers fluttered as the noise grew louder and the energy of the approaching vessel could be felt in the air. Obviously, the TARDIS would indeed be the coach, as expected, and the outline of the blue box appeared just next to her bed, fading in and out and eventually solidifying with a loud thunk in front of her. The Doctor knew how to make an entrance, and the papers on her desk had not even settled down before the battered looking door of the police box was thrown open, the beaming face of the Doctor appearing from the vague darkness within.

He was looking forward to the date, now that it was arranged and unavoidable. A date wasn't a long term relationship, after all. Besides, he had something to prove this time. As such he had put on his best pin striped suit to accompany his usual trainers. He hadn't taken long to prepare, since he was usually decently groomed to begin with, and he already knew exactly where he would take her. Leaning out of the door, he gave her his best smile and a wink. "Your chariot awaits, Rose Tyler!" As he spoke he produced from behind his back a dozen long stemmed wild... well they weren't roses or any flower you'd find on Earth, that's for sure. They were, however, very pretty and very blue.

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thebadwolf
2009-08-23 01:35 am UTC (link)

She hadn’t even so much as jumped when the familiar sound of the TARDIS filled the room, she did however mourn for her papers that had been neatly stacked together up until the time machine spaceship hybrid entered her room. That would be something for her to clean later. Wasn’t that always like a man, making messes and leaving it for the woman to clean up? She hopped up from her bed as the box solidified and took that last moment to check herself over and smiled brightly once the somewhat battered door was tossed opened—which made her jump back just slightly to avoid being hit with it.

At the bouquet of… Whatever they were, Rose blinked and looked them over. They were rather nice, after all, but she didn’t really have somewhere to put them. Nevertheless, she took them from his hand and shook her head with a small smile. “Off to a nice start, I think!” she chirped happily. Flowers in hand, she glanced around the bedroom a moment before shrugging her shoulders lightly and setting them softly to the desk. With any luck, they’d be fine while they were gone and she could locate something to properly put them in when they got back. After all, she wasn’t about to let him get away or anything like that.

Moving toward the TARDIS once more, she slipped in past the Doctor and wandered up to the center console where she glanced over her shoulder at him to wait. He was the only one who knew where they were heading off to, so there wasn’t all that much for her to do but wait. Pressing her back to one of the nearby columns, she set her hands behind her back and linked in fingers together just over her bum. “You’re looking rather sharp, Mister Smith.” She spoke, “quite dashing indeed.”

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drjohnsmith
2009-08-23 01:50 am UTC (link)

The Doctor seemed on the verge of giggles while Rose took his flowers to the desk, and eagerly moved aside to let her into the ship. "Yes! I do look quite dashing if I do say so myself!" he twirled once as he approached the TARDIS console, flipping a lever before whirring around to face her, his hands leaning back against the console and his face smug. "And you look stunning yourself, Miss Tyler!" he complimented her as the door whirred and closed.

Using the console as support, he let one leg cross the other. He was wearing his brainy specs, which he apparently thought made him more appealing in some way. Reaching behind himself he pressed a few buttons without looking, and the center console came to life. The wheezing grind of the column rising and falling was much louder inside the machine, but the Doctor was unphased. They were underway.

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thebadwolf
2009-08-23 02:04 am UTC (link)

Just like him to agree with the compliment given to him, honestly she was shocked he didn’t add in a few other adjectives to describe his looks with in there, but then maybe that would come later. Either way the British girl didn’t bother to rule it out and even blushed a slight bit when he paid her a compliment in return; which again wasn’t entirely new for her to hear, though it was always appreciated and it did indeed make her feel rather nice to hear it. She plucked a hand from behind her back to tug on the skirt of the dress and give off a bit of a curtsy to his remark of her looks and then tucked the hand back behind herself with the other.

Like him, she wasn’t really that phased by the loud whirring and grinding from the center column. She had gotten quite used to the noise from the TARDIS and in fact had come to rather love it; especially when she had been separated from him for a while. The familiar sound of the TARDIS on the day that she had found herself on the grounds of the school via the rift was like hearing music for the first time after being deaf all one’s life. And so with a bright smile on her face, Rose Tyler watched the column rise and fall for a while before she realized she didn’t have a bloody clue where they were headed whatsoever.

Raising her brows, she looked at him somewhat confused all of the sudden. “Doctor…” she began, moving from the column she was resting against to close the distance between them and chose to rest against the center console with him instead. “…where are we headed to, anyway?”

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drjohnsmith
2009-08-23 02:13 am UTC (link)

The Doctor watched his date and companion as she moved closer, the smugness in his face not fading but growing with each moment. "Well," he bobbed his head as if considering her question, as if he didn't already know exactly what coordinates he had programed in, "We're headed quite a bit further than Texas." With that he whipped around, the tail of his jacket fluttering a bit as his hands clutched to the console to catch himself. He was checking the dials and eagerly moved around the hexagonal array of instruments, pushing buttons, making adjustments, shoving his tongue into his cheek and generally enjoying himself.

Of course 'not Texas' was far from an adequate description, and he smirked that he'd leave it a surprise. He'd already visited their destination once today, just to check. Giving Rose another wink, this time it was he who leaned back against a column facing the console. he crossed his arms over his chest. "How about this," her smirked at her, "guess what color the sky will be... and I'll, let you know where our second stop is going to be." As he spoke, the TARDIS was landing, and the clunk of the column locking into place gave his offer a sense of finality.

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thebadwolf
2009-08-23 02:26 am UTC (link)

Rose had always enjoyed watching him work and bobble about and this time was no different than any other. She smirked in reply to his own smug smile and watched him whirl about to muddle with the controls further. Crossing her arms lightly over her chest, she walked just slightly to follow him as he moved to press his back against the nearby column, but she rolled her eyes somewhat at the mention of being at a further distance than Texas was. She didn’t need to be told that. The Doctor wasn’t the type to simply pick her up in the TARDIS to go to McDonald’s after all, at least, she certainly hoped not. That would be just a bit more flashy than needed and despite him being quite smug, she didn’t think he liked flashy all that much. Not when it came to ‘fit in, fit in!’ all the time.

To his offer though, her brows raised both in confusion and curiosity. She wasn’t all that certain what on earth—or really what not on earth to reply with on that one. She’d been to a place with him before that had a pink sky, there was the one with the green with strange sparkles and there was that purple one with bright white twinkles like stars. The options were endless, but something told her that saying ‘blue’ would be incorrect. Pressing her tongue to her cheek, she tilted her head back in thought just as the column locked into place.

She shrugged, and went for a guess—“I haven’t a clue; but I’ll guess, um… pink?”

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drjohnsmith
2009-08-23 02:38 am UTC (link)

"Hah!" The Doctor jumped up from his perch against the column and ran for the door, swatting the switch on the way by and eagerly bounding outside as it opened. The sky was, in fact, a deep, dark purple, nearly black in the night. The atmosphere made the starts glitter green and red in the sky, which was a view of the nearby moons, one with a large system of rings filling much of the right hand side of the sky. Also glittering was the waterfall, the water twinkling like black crystal as it joined the lack from above, where it seemed to calm into a flat sheet reflecting the brilliant sky and moons.

The TARDIS had materialized nested just on the edge of a small clearing that revealed this sky and water. Behind and surrounding were lush forests of tall trees. The smell from the forest was similar to the flowers he had given her. All in all the scene was what most would consider stunningly beautiful. Apparently the Doctor really hoped to impress.

The presence of some decorative railing and a large deck area next to the water revealed that this wilderness was not entirely uninhabited. In fact, they were not even alone. Several tables were set out overlooking the view, and at one of them sat a three people who looked human. They were eating. The Doctor himself was talking with a man dressed like a penguin, a sort of tuxedo, and flashing his psychic paper as he did.

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thebadwolf
2009-08-23 02:54 am UTC (link)

At the ‘hah’, Rose realized her mistake, rolled her eyes and watched him as he nearly flew out the door—which cleared away any unhappy feelings for getting the color wrong. She laughed at his eagerness and was quick to follow in suit out the door only to stop in her quick pace and come to a complete stop, just mere steps out of the traveling box onto the grass. While the Doctor was flashing his psychic paper and claiming to be God knows who to the man in the tuxedo, Rose was busying herself by being quite breathless at the deep purple sky and all the sights to see. She’d been to many romantic places with him before, certainly, but never on a ‘proper date’ and never anywhere as stunningly beautiful as this area was.

Her gaze was lingering to the waterfall as her body, seemingly all on its own, moved from the spot where she had stopped toward her date for the eve, moving to his side where the Doctor was charming the worker into believing who he was for them to have a table at what appeared to be a very chic place. She didn’t even realize that aliens had areas like this to come to. Looking from the waterfall back to the sky, she smiled at the twinkle of colors. To her left, the three people who were humanoid seemed to be talking amongst themselves about the Doctor and his guest. She wondered if they knew him, but didn’t bother to think on it—after all they might have been just taking note of the newcomers and Rose’s reaction might have threw them off. She assumed, though, that people often were caught off guard by the beauty of this planet—wherever it was.

Rose had been about to call him ‘Doctor’ but stopped herself in case the psychic paper had given a different name. She’d not been there to hear who he claimed to be, which was somewhat unfortunate and unlucky for her as she didn’t know what to call him now. Instead to let him know that she was at his side, she slipped her arms around his closest to herself, linking with him and simply offered a smile to the maitre de ceremonies; if that’s what he was called on this planet, anyway.

“…Are we all set?” She asked, not bothering to address him properly since she didn’t want to blow his cover. Or her own, for that matter.

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drjohnsmith
2009-08-23 03:04 am UTC (link)

The Doctor let his arm be taken as he tucked away the psychic paper. The man in the penguin suit clicked his heels and gave them both a short bow before heading over to the tables. Leaning over, the Doctor gave a short whisper in her ear. "Try to act, well, diplomatic." He gestured with his hand in a swooping sort of circle to suggest she should play it up, but then he thought better of it, "then again... just be yourself. I'm sure they're normal fare is eccentric and varied enough there's very little we could do to stand out. Besides they think I'm royalty anyway.. no worries."

Arm in arm with her he strolled, as though he owned the place, toward one of the tables, and pulled out a chair for Rose. "After you," he winked. A second man in a penguin suit was placing down menus, at least they appeared to be menus, while the Doctor took it upon himself to order something that sounded not entirely unlike 'gin and tonic' for the both of them. After Rose was settled into her seat he took his own across from her, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward just a slight bit. "Well, what do you think?"

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