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Rose Tyler Will Defend the Earth (plusone) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

It was safe to say that Rose was used to change. She adapted well to new environments and places and even species. There'd even been times she hadn't planned on going where she went. No, she hadn't exactly intended to wind up on Satellite 5. They'd set out for the 1970s and she'd ended up in the 1870s. And, for better or for worse, they'd found the parallel universe. Her home now, whether she liked it or not.

But this? This was ridiculous. She hadn't had a moment like this since her father had saved her life, at the cost of everything she held close. In other words, nothing like this had happened since she'd last seen the Doctor. Who was this arse, saying she was trapped and wouldn't be leaving? Oh, how little he knew. How many had told her before that she was going to die wherever she was, only to be proven wrong? Rose didn't take orders from maniacs, and that's what this creepy thing had to be if it thought it got any say in what she said or did.

And yet, a part of her was intrigued. Despite working with Torchwood, her life had gone considerably boring since she and the Doctor had parted. This? This had potential. A mystery to solve, perhaps. Why was Rose here and not back at her home, safe in bed? And the people around her were certainly different. All ages, varying accents, nothing she recognized as specifically not human, but definitely different from her.

Rubbing at her eyes, Rose took a deep breath, determined not to cry. She'd made it through worse than this. She'd survive. She always did. Never mind how incredibly close she'd come to figuring out everything back home. Now she had to figure out everything here, too.

She grasped the key in her hand and held the book with a slightly desperate grip. At least she'd be guaranteed a place to sleep. And she had the feeling she'd be sleeping this off for many hours to come. "Bugger," she muttered, annoyed and exhausted and completely baffled by the last several minutes. "Bugger it all, why the hell can't things ever once be...sane." Who was she to talk about sane? She was talking to herself for God's sake.