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Who: Thirteen & Rose
What: Blending in
When: Wednesday
Where: The convention
Rating: Low

The village had been fairly quiet the last couple of days...a little too quiet if you asked Rose. It had gotten its own sorta hum after a while, the residents falling into a sort of pattern as each day wore on. But it suddenly seemed like it was suddenly deserted and Rose began to worry. She had reached out to both the Doctors to see if they fancied a trip through the door (what else was there to do when nothing seemed to be happening?), but Thirteen was the only one to respond. She had met her there, at the door, ready to go through and ready for anything. She still wished she had some sort of weapon to protect herself with, but she put her full trust in the Doctor; if they found themselves in a sticky situation, she'd be able to get them out of it.

At least, that's what she thought until she came face-to-face with a Dalek.

"Ex-term-i-nate." Rose slowly took a step back, her hands up in front of her, eyeing the Doctor. "Doctor? What do we do?" She glanced around but didn't see any others that followed. Strange, it looked like they were in hotel? The carpet at least matched that of some kind of upscale type, but she couldn't see anything else other than that. She didn't really want to take her eyes off the threat in front of them.

"Ex-term-i-nate! Ex-term-i-nate!"