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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Reaching up, Rose lightly traced his features with her fingertips. No, it was definitely not some clone. Even a clone couldn't copy that smirk to such perfection. Still, he had changed. Something from the satellite, maybe, or something since he'd arrived here.

"Just one?" she questioned, pulling back a bit to shoot him a smug look. "I see at least three, Harkness. You know, my mum says if you pluck a gray hair, three more grow in its place. And she's a beautician, she should know." Granted, she had no proof of that, but what had been implanted in Rose's impressionable mind as a child had stuck.

"How long have you been here?" Time. She couldn't understand it. Though she'd spent the last several months trying to, it kept passing her by. She understood it wasn't linear, but how was one person in a place for days when another had only just gotten there? And how had Remy, who claimed to not technically be a time-traveler, arrived from a time more than ten years before Rose's own? Still, she was too grateful to see Jack again to argue, and she grinned a little. "Or maybe the better question should be, 'what have you been doing here?'."