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pinkandyellow (pinkandyellow) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-02 15:00:00

Entry tags:

!log, galen, rose tyler

Who: Rose Tyler and Galen.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: A NYC park bench
What: Rose is eating dinner.
Rating/status: Low/Complete

Attempting to remain optimistic was becoming a real chore.

Rose had been so sure that the story about the fanged thief was something that would catch the Doctor's attention. It was just so odd. Not to mention it sounded suspiciously like something that Rose had never considered the actual existence of before. He loved that sort of stuff.

But still, there was no sign of him or Jack. And, after nearly a month, Rose was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the idea that maybe, just maybe, they hadn't wound up in the same place after all. Rose tried not to dwell on it for too long though. It meant considering the fact that she wasn't just temporarily stranded but permanently stuck. It meant never getting to see anyone she cared about ever again. Her mother wouldn't even be born for another three years.

All of it filled her stomach with a sense of dread that made it almost impossibly difficult to function. So she ignored it and did her best to keep busy. She got a job at the shop. Macy's to be precise. She wasn't overly fond of it, but it kept her off the streets at night. And when she wasn't working, she would explore. While technology was lacking, Rose had enough to keep her occupied. It was actually kind of nice. She could take her time and enjoy things at her leisure. Usually, with the Doctor, it was only a matter of time before they got into trouble and needed to run or find a way to save the day. Which wasn't bad, she loved it actually, but sometimes it made it difficult to get the full experience of the places they visited.

Not that she had stopped looking for things that were out of the ordinary. In fact, that was what she doing just now while sitting on a park bench at the World Fair in the middle of the night. She was waiting for the impossible, passing the time with chips that were rapidly growing cold. The crowd was thinning though and Rose knew she would probably have to head back soon. She had an early day tomorrow.

"Just five more minutes," muttered Rose. She popped another fry into her mouth and sat back to scan the crowd, trying to ignore the thought of going back to the tiny hotel room she had come to occupy in the last few weeks.

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technogalen
2011-06-02 10:19 pm UTC (link)

It had been another night walking the city streets, occasionally taking advantage of the primitive public transit system, learning the area, reading the newspapers. It was time to head back to his ship at the bottom of Meadow Lake next to the World's Fair.

He noticed a young woman sitting alone on a bench, eating something that was probably bad for her. Even on a passive scan, she had a temporal energy signature. Given the lateness of the hour and the lack of bystanders, he risked an active scan, knowing that nobody would be able to see the change in his eyes.

Galen walked over and sat down on the opposite end of the bench from the woman. "Hello, miss," he said softly. "Judging by your energy field, you're a fellow time traveler. You wouldn't happen to have a way off this rock, would you?"

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pinkandyellow
2011-06-03 12:39 am UTC (link)

Rose frowned. She had been so sure that she had finally gotten the hang of the brightly coloured clothes women seemed to prefer in this era. Not that it really mattered. Even if she mastered the look, she’d never truly manage to blend. Her accent always gave her away soon as she spoke. “No. Sorry. Lost my ride,” said Rose with a regretful shake of her head. It took her another moment to truly process everything that he had said. So maybe it wasn’t the clothes that had given her away after all.

“Energy field?" she asked, genuinely curious. "How you getting that then?” He sounded a bit like Jack. He had always been getting all sorts of readings on those gadgets of his. That had to mean that this man had some sort of technology then. Right? She could hope. Her finger almost itched from the desire to pull out the phone she kept in her back pocket. It had died not long after she got here seeing as she had nothing to charge it up with. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to make calls with it. But she hoped with a bit of the Doctor’s jiggery pokery he might be able to at least reach her somehow.

	technogalen 2011-06-05 06:49 pm UTC (link)
	"It will be no trouble at all," Galen said as he stood up. "It may even give me a chance to meet one of those costumed characters. He offered his arm to Rose. "Lead the way, and you can tell me more about yourself as we walk." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	technogalen 2011-06-05 07:41 pm UTC (link)
	"They certainly are," he agreed. "Oh, nothing special, just passing the time. What you do, have you met any other castaways, things like that." He shrugged, "I get most of the local dialect from radio and television, but you are much closer to these years than I am, even if your accent is not from New York." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pinkandyellow 2011-06-08 07:34 pm UTC (link)
	"Hm, it sounds important though," observed Rose, a tinge of curiosity in her voice. "What were you doing? Or is that a secret?" "I'll find him," stated Rose confidently. Or he would find her. Either way, it wasn't a matter of if, just a matter of when. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	technogalen 2011-06-10 12:00 am UTC (link)
	Startled, it took Galen a few seconds to respond to Rose's hug. "I'll be around - you never know where you might see me. Good luck to you, too." Letting go of her arm, he raised his other hand, almost in a benediction. "Walk in the light,Rose," he said as she walked off. (Reply to this) (Parent)