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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-14 01:57:00

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!complete, day 15, location: thrift store, remy lebeau, rose tyler

Who: Rose and Remy
What: Discovering that the kidnap/experiment wasn't just a bad dream
Where: The Thrift Store
When: 12:54 PM, Day 15
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!

The first thing Rose noticed upon regaining feeling in her body was the cool chill of the air. Her first thought was that she was home. Not where she wanted to be, not fighting those Daleks as she'd originally intended, but home at least. Mum wouldn't believe her, and Mickey would likely blog about what she'd told him, but there you had it. Then she could get back to the task at hand. Figuring out what to do with her life knowing the Doctor and Jack were out there fighting for theirs.

But as her eyes slowly opened, she knew instantly that wasn't the case. She wasn't warm in her bed, nor was she on her front walk. This wasn't even London. Rubbing her eyes, Rose attempted to focus on getting her vision back. What she saw was appalling. A ghost town. That was the first thing that came to her mind. And she was slumped by a building. Well, at least someone had the courtesy to set her upright instead of letting her head lay in the dirt.

She didn't even try to stand up. Everything felt weak, weaker even than when she'd woken up next to old crotchety whatshisface. Instead, she pulled her knees up to her chest and glanced around, trying to figure out where she was or if anyone knew what was going on. According to Dr. House man, they didn't, but surely there couldn't be a whole city where no one...

Well, alright, maybe there could. They'd found entire planets where no one had a clue. Cities should be obvious.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-14 07:28 pm UTC (link)

"Oui." Yes, Rose. Yes, it was very French. He studied the book a moment longer.. then closed it and looked up, smiling again. And he was shifting over one of those pillowcases, to hold them both in the same hand, so he could offer his jacket-covered arm to her. It was chilly here.. very chilly right now.. but having a pretty girl on his arm certainly would warm up-- certain places of him. "Doct'r House? Mm, ain' me' him. Was talkin' 'bou' 'De Doct'r.. oui, 'de real one. 'De ot'er girl, she was wit' 'De Doct'r, ah.." This was hard for him to do. It was easy, really easy for him to lie.. much harder for him to lie when he had no idea what he was talking about.

Time to change the subject. "Ain' not'in' t'worry 'bou'. I'ma keep you righ' here wit' me, an' we gon' stick t'ge'er. To 'de barn, 'den.. maybe.. somewhere else." Maybe to the Doctor? Maybe to both Doctors? Two of him? Really? ...Mm. That was sort of a nice thought. The Cajun broke out into a grin again, turning his head aside to look at her as they began walking. "You gon' be okay wit' me, chere."

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-14 10:58 pm UTC (link)

He was studying that book as if his life depended on it. She was tempted to open her own, to start pouring through it's pages. But then am arm was extended to her and she couldn't exactly turn that away, could she? Rose smiled as sweetly as she could, given the circumstances, and threaded her arm through his. Her mum would kill her, heading off with yet another stranger. But the Doctor had never once hurt her, and she'd known that on instinct. And the same instinct told her Remy woudln't either.

"I had...have...there's this friend of mine. The Doctor. He goes by that, too. Haven't seen him in a few days, though. Probably never will again. That's...well, that's what I was supposed to get back to. But obviously that's not going to happen now, is it?" Sighing, she glanced up at her companion, then back down with a shrug. "Though I guess if I have to get dropped in a glass box in the middle of nowhere, I could've done much worse as far as choices in tour guides." She was insanely grateful. And it was her style, wasn't it? Find the local colour, so to speak, and jump right in with both feet. It hadn't failed her yet. "Come on, mignon, show me this barn of yours. I take it there's no proper motel anywhere around here, is there? Mall, grocery store?" Not if he was pilfering pillow cases. No, that'd be far too easy. Why experiment on people who can sleep in a cozy bed for days?

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-14 11:44 pm UTC (link)

"Mmm, non. 'Dat was my firs' ques'ion too. I wan'e' t' be direc' to 'de firs' five star hotel." He laughed some and shook his head. "Non, ain' not'in' like 'dat. Ain' even go' no beds. Jus' mine.. made one outta few couches." He lifted his eyebrows at her. "Bu' beyon' 'dat, ain' not'in' much. 'Dere's some cots in 'de gym, gon' be closes' t'in' t' bein' comfy. Bu' I make sure an' give you some my blanke's, non? An' ge' you somewhere you can settle in." And as he was walking them along, and she began talking about the Doctor she knew, Gambit tilted his head in a curious manner, deciding to keep his silence.

For all of ten seconds.

"Wha' your Doct'r look like, chere?" Tall? Handsome? Crazy rooster hair? Great smile? That was what he was expecting. He hadn't, of course, seen the other Doctor yet. But it likely wouldn't be long. "An' non. No malls, no place t' ge' food. We go' uh gym, uh pharmacy, uh thif' store, where was jus' at.. lie-berry," Yes, he meant 'library', "'De tea'ater. 'De house-- haun'e', 'dough. Ghos's." Or, so said Dean. "'Dere's uh carnival, an' gas s'a'ion. An' 'de pos' office, 'de clock tower.." He tilted his head some. "An' 'de museum fulla fakes. Ain' go' much t' ea', like I say, bu' we go' some t'in's now." Wow, you'd just landed smack-dab in the middle of heaven, hadn't you, Rose?

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-15 02:09 am UTC (link)

He was definitely getting easier to understand the more she listened, and Rose had to admit, with a face like his he could not say a word and she'd be attentive. He was, after all, completely lovely. And hopefully a bit suggestive when those eyebrows lifted, describing his makeshift bed.

No. Wait. What was she saying? Think Mickey, think Mickey, think Mickey...

"'S'not that cold," she countered with a shrug. "Not really. Went to a plan--went to a city once where I swear, I think it never stopped snowing. Frozen tundra all the time. Keep your blankets, love, unless you've got every single one in town, that is." Which he might, chucking those full sacks the way he was. "I'll be alright, though. My best mate Shareen and I, we used to pretend we were camping. We're total city girls, though, so our idea of camping was the fire escape outside her flat. Pathetic, but we got terribly good at sleeping outdoors." Of course, that was for a night or two, and always with her mum or Shareen's listening half the night.

Her Doctor. Well, he was hers enough, she supposed. She'd spent more time with him in the last several months than with anyone else. "He's taller than me, but not overly so," she began, having no trouble picking the image of her closest friend and companion out of her mind. "Big goofy face, short hair he won't let me mess with when it starts to grow out... He wears this leather jacket all the time. Love that thing, even if he almost never lets it go. Just happy when I get an hour or two with it. We went everywhere together. Everywhere." Even if she couldn't tell a complete stranger that she'd traveled through time and through the stars by the Time Lord's side, or even what a Time Lord was, she could emphasize just how wonderful he was.

"Guess some chips and gravy are out of the question," she finished with a short laugh. This? Could possibly be hell. Even worse than Utah.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 02:26 am UTC (link)

"S'freezin', chere. I'm from 'de Bayou. Ain' ge' any less 'den 'bou' six'y 'dere. S'nice." He nudged some into her with his body, but corrected his course shortly after, turning them down a more deserted looking road, getting them away from the town proper. And after about a hundred feet, she'd be able to see the barn in the distance, tucked into the trees.

"Oh, yeah?" He prompted as she began talking about Her Doctor, and his smile curled up when he heard it wasn't His Doctor-- His Doctor didn't look anything like that. Okay. They weren't twins or anything strange and creepy.. they looked like two different people and were the same person. Okay. That was strange, but maybe it made sense. He'd wait for the Doctor to actually explain it before he made a decision on how strange it actually was.

"An' you migh' nee' 'dem blanke's, chere. Sometime it go from warm t'snowin' here, overnigh'." Or so he'd heard. And it looked like it was going that way again. Strange, fake weather. "Non, no chips an' gravy, sorry. Ain' no McDonal's, ei'ter. Jus' gotta ea' wha' we go' here.. beans an' t'in's. Ain' much." He wanted to make sure she was prepared, after all. He wanted her having no false beliefs, this place was not good, or fun (unless you were Remy). It was awful.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-07-15 02:34 am UTC (link)

That explained the accent, then! Not regular French, cajun French. So much more sense. Rose lit up a bit with pleasure at her own revelation. Every once in a while, Rose was an intelligent person. This might just be one of those moments. Well. Sort of. "I'm from England," she pointed out a little needlessly. "We're all used to strange weather. One day it's freezing, the next it's nice out. And it gets rainy and then sunny all in the same day." It was Rose's personal 'you can't get me!' to the makers of this artificial universe she lived in now.

Lived. Ugh. That was an awful thought. "No idea who's running this place then?" she questioned, turning her eyes from the beautiful man to look at her surroundings. Not an awful lot to see, though she could glimpse some of the buildings he'd mentioned off in the distance. And then a barn, an actual barn not just some symbolic name for one, appearing through the trees. Weird. You know, again. "Strange, isn't it? How they seem to come and go and no one notices? The bloke I was in that room with, he'd been here before. He wasn't new like I am. So doesn't that mean someone had to take him from out in front of everyone's noses?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-15 03:37 am UTC (link)

He just gave her a wink when she said she was from England. He knew, Rose. He watched television and he loved Monty Python. "Non. No clue ye'. Bu' we tryin'." Even as he said that, he was leading her up to the barn and was pushing the door open, urging her in first using his arm, then drawing it away from her once she was inside, so he could take one pillow case in each hand again, heading towards the couches.

The barn was mostly clean, everything laying around had been moved off to the sides, or thrown up into the loft, along with the hay up there. And there were seven couches strewn around.. but four had been collected up and put in the back corner of the barn. One was pushed up against the far wall of the barn, and looked rather normal. But there were two more, which had the arms torn off of them, and they were pushed nose-to-nose, and one side of them was pushed up against that one normal couch, making a three-couch Queen-sized bed. One other couch was pushed up against the one couch that wasn't up against a wall-- to keep it from sliding. There was one sheet laying on it, and two pillows. But clearly, he'd gotten himself more sheets and blankets. The couches smelled like mildew, like everything in the barn.. but the sheets and blankets were clean, and he was going to pile them up on the couches and make a nice soft bottom layer between his body and the couches, which would help block out the smell. And Jack Harkness' great coat was draped over the backs of the two couches that were pressed back-to-back.

"Non, ain' 'dat strange. Been doin' it f' weeks, 'pparen'ly. 'Dere's uh tunn'l system, un'er 'de whole place." He pointed to a couch laid on its back in a rather strange place off to the side, but still in the middle of the barn. "'Dat's where 'de trap door in 'dis barn is. So 'dey can' come up in 'de nigh'. 'Das when people ge' taken. An' no one ever hears uh t'in'." But even as he was talking, he was dropping the two pillow cases near the foot of the Frankencouch, and began pulling out the blankets and sheets, tossing them onto the couch as he did. He'd make it nice and comfortable, then take her out for her tour.

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