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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Oh, the seventies! Rose had always wanted to see the seventies. It'd been on their list of places to stop, but things always turned them somewhere else. "Oh, do you know The Doors? Or Led Zeppelin? Always wished I could've gone to one of their concerts. Maybe someday, if I get out of-- Anyway." She pasted her smile back into place. Poor guy probably thought she was mad.

"And really? You don't have to call me miss. I can't be much older than you. How old are you, anyway?" As she rambled, Rose all but bounced over to the door of the shop. Now that she had a set mission in mind, she was in a much better mood, despite her lack of sleep. Damn Jack Harkness. Using her forearm, she wiped some of the grime from the glass. "Oh, they're practically ancient!"

Carefully, she tugged on the door, but it opened easily enough. Obviously. Remy had only been in there the day before, after all. "Come on, Remus love. We're stuck here. Whoever left us here left this here for us, right? May as well use it."