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

Entry tags:

!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
2009-07-15 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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