Rose M. Tyler (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jeopardysfriend) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-08-13 23:49:00 |
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What: A late night chat
When: Day 18, 11pm
Where: The museum
Rating: If Jack gets mentioned (and he will), PG-13
Status: Active
To say Rose Tyler was mentally exhausted might be a bit of an understatement. Her whole body hurt she was so tired of thinking. Thinking about Remy and his cryptic words, or Dr. John Smith and the fact that he knew her but she didn't know him. She was thinking constantly about her conversation with the Doctor and the bits and pieces and revelations she'd been able to glean off of him.
And all that thinking was making a girl who wasn't quite yet twenty very, very ill.
She couldn't sleep. She could try all she wanted, but her mind was racing and her stomach was churning. Must've been that hardy dinner of a whole granola bar. Though the young woman wasn't prone to panic attacks, she couldn't help the claustrophobic feeling gaining on her. And it was with that nearly terrified feeling that she slid out of the room as quietly as she could manage, walked through the halls of the museum, and planted herself near a window. She didn't trust herself to go outside; this place was crawling with people at night, it seemed, and she didn't have the energy to deal with being snatched just yet. When she was sleeping, sure, why not? Never mind what all the sleep-inducing drugs were probably doing to their systems. But an awake but barely functioning Rose stood no chance against The Powers That Be.
Pulling her mostly dry jacket more tightly around her, she curled up into a ball on the floor of the museum, trying to listen for the sounds of the outside. It was almost unnatural how quiet it could be. In the distance, she heard one of her fellow castaways snort in their sleep and she suppressed a weary smile. This had the potential for a long night.