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Tweak says, "You killed my father!"

Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-02 23:59:00

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!dropped, day 17, location: theatre, nymphadora tonks, rose tyler

Who: ~~Nymphadora~~ Tonks and Rose Tyler
What: A real introduction that should've been a LOT happier
Where: Near enough to the theater
When: Day 17, early evening, about 5
Rating: PG...ish
Status: Active.

Yes, sure she'd told the Doctor she'd stay put. And for the most part, Rose Tyler had stayed put. It just turned out she was staying put by the theater, where the most gruesome show she'd ever 'watched' was playing out. When she'd finally left the museum that morning, she'd seen the monitor outside of it. And then she'd made her way slowly around the town to all of the others. But try as she might to get away from it, she couldn't stay away from the theater.

She couldn't stand there and watch, of course. It was too damn hard and it hurt too much. She'd only just met the man, it was ridiculous to hurt as badly as she did. But torture was something she couldn't accept, not for anyone. She rarely liked violence in general. And those screams... The pain they were in! How could anyone do that to someone and sleep the next night?

She couldn't stand there and watch, but she couldn't leave him alone, either. She needed to know that he had someone. Remy LeBeau had accepted her and been kind to her before he'd had a clue who she was. He'd offered her a safe place to sleep and the comfort of a friend. No, she wasn't going anywhere. Even if her heart broke everytime she heard the Cajun scream.

So it wasn't hard for her to find out when it was over. The screams had gone quieter. Too weak to continue, probably passed out from the intense pain. Rose had ventured out of her hiding place, a thatch of trees not far from the theater but far enough to not be involved in that gaggle of bystanders. One look at the monitor, and the dead bodies, was all she needed. Before she threw up or burst into hysterical sobs, she retreated back to her hiding spot. She slid down a tree and curled her arms around her bent knees, hiding her face behind them.

She'd felt this vulnerable before. One didn't get kidnapped by Daleks and not feel vulnerable. But death had never looked like such an obvious possibility before. And now? Oh, now it really, really did.

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polymorphic
2009-08-04 11:39 pm UTC (link)

The crooked smile was mirrored by the shapeshifter, coloured a little bit by appreciation. "You sure you haven't got magic in your family?" Rose acceped everything so easy. Like she'd heard it all already. "Reckon spacemen and travel helps.." That was an aside to herself mainly, though Tonks had smiled as she talked with herself.

"I know." Agreed with a nod, "And don't care a lick either. I like Remus." If only he could understand how simple it was for her. Ahh well. There was the equivalent of a mental shrug as she looked over as well. "He don't deserve any of it." Tonks looked over again, smiling a little.

"Not a one of us do." Letting go of the tight grip on her knees, Tonks plopped on her back. Not a graceful move, but you know. "Is it wrong of me to want a drink and a feast?" Asked after a moment's introspection. "To rememnber and as a big sod off to the madmen doing this?" Combat Death with an excess of Life.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-04 11:53 pm UTC (link)

"Not that I know of." She leaned forward, playing with her hair a bit. "When I first found out about Mr. Spaceman, yeah, it took me a lot to believe it. And the first few times I went places with him... I didn't really believe it even though I was seeing it. But it's all true so..." She shrugged, considering it. "I'd be an idiot to discount anything anyone told me now." She travelled with an alien for heaven's sake, what was a witch after all of that? "Besides, the Doctor told me about like, four different kinds of werewolves besides Remus' kind. Trust me, his seems almost tame in comparison."

Rose couldn't help it. She grinned down at her as Tonks flopped backwards. No, it wasn't graceful, but that made it even more fun. "A wake, you know? They do that when people...when they pass, at home. Why not?"

"And," she added a second later, "dancing and music. A real party of it. Instead of everyone sitting around with their hearts breaking."

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polymorphic
2009-08-05 01:05 am UTC (link)

"I've always wondered about that. Like..how long does it take someone to get used to it? My grandparents were already really used to magic by the time I came along." She paused, thinking about that too. And chuckled, "Until I turned my skin plaid." It had been havoc, she imagined, for her poor family. Still sometimes was.

"Where's the first place you went? Have you met other aliens?" She was a witch, who knew that a myriad of magical beings existed. And that was just on Earth! Tonks couldn't even dream of the type of beings elsewhere. Then she sat up, just a little, weight of her torso held up by bent elbows. "Cripes! Four kinds!"

Rose totally got where she was coming from, which was nice. "A wake. Oh and music..reckon the thrift shop has a record player that don't need electricity? I did see records last time I went in."

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 03:49 am UTC (link)

"Plaid," Rose said, licking her lip and nodding slowly. Okay, that would've been a bit much to take. "Well, one of the first people I met from another species was blue, but they couldn't change back to pinkish like I'm sure you could," she reminded with a laugh. "And a tree. Apparently, in the future, trees take on human characteristics. The first place he ever took me was the end of the Earth. Literally. The day the Earth exploded. Romantic, huh?"

Her laugh was a little shaky as she said that bit, because there wasn't anything romantic going on between them. Not a thing. Mostly. Except that jealous-over-Jack bit. And now, apparently, John Smith, too. "Four kinds. A couple are alien species, though, and one is like Remus, so... You won't run into any other than him, I'd wager."

"I'll bet someone here could rig it up so it would work," she said thoughtfully. "We've plenty of techie types. Would be more fun with some decent vodka, but I digress." She laughed again, but this time it was much more genuine. "Probably a few decent sixties albums in there. All the good party songs are from then. No Macarena, thank God."

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polymorphic
2009-08-05 03:59 am UTC (link)

Ickle Nymphadora had, sorry to say, been quite the handful. But she loved her parents, and was thankful that they put up with her shenanigans. "Blue! That would be sort of ace..everyone is blue..and tree-like? With leaves and everything?" Dark eyes got wide at that thought. They'd all sort of be metamorphmagi then, wouldn't they? "Blue trees." There was a cough to cover the giggle that wanted to come out. Thinking about the end of the earth, she pressed her mouth together. "Odd, spacey sort of romanticism."

Tonks turned her attention back to Rose then, smiling. "Does it get more romantic later?" Come on. Rose knew her crush. Only fair! But she was nodding then and bouncing along to the next subject. Didn't mean that she'd forgotten about the question she asked, though.

"Something decent to drink would be good--what's the Macarena?" One of the Muggle things that she hadn't learned about.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 04:22 am UTC (link)

Oh, it did get plenty more romantic, Tonks. Rose just didn't know it yet. In some ways, maybe her own story did. The hero to the rescue, sweeping her away from all that was mundane and boring. Saving her life. Dancing with her in the TARDIS, even though he swore he couldn't dance. Maybe she did have a crush on the Time Lord. And maybe, just maybe, he might...

Nah. He was over nine-hundred years old and only just coming into himself after a horrible experience. She was probably more like the kid sister, tagging along when he'd sometimes rather leave her at home.

So she simply shrugged, giving Tonks a small smile. "Leaves, branches, the works. Their kids are saplings, too. And the blue people were apparently all servants? I don't know if that's part of their species or what. But they were two different kinds of people." She shook her head with a little shrug. "And the Macarena is a dance. A terrible one. Perfect for parties though cause the song comes on and the same people know the entire dance so people aren't standing around going, 'what the hell do we do now'?"

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polymorphic
2009-08-05 04:27 am UTC (link)

The fact that she didn't answer made Tonks both amused and sympathetic. Sort of in the same boat, weren't they? Not that either really knew how much. Either way, the subject was dropped and gave way to more silly things.

Such as this dance. "I don't know it. I'd be one of those people standing round with a blank look." She was chuckling though, because it might have been for the best. "I can't dance though. Try, but I go flailin' all over the place."

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 04:36 am UTC (link)

"Oh, no!" Rose protested, shaking her head frantically. "Not for this dance! It's great, well, it's actually possibly the worst dance ever invented, but it's easy! You just stand in one place and move your arms like this." Rose demonstrated the arms out, hands up, crossing, right down to the butt wiggle which was a little more difficult to do when seated. But the fact that she did it, while seated, caused her to burst into giggles. As inappropriate as they might've been at the time, it felt really, really good. "And it's sung by this Latin band, Mexican, I think? Old guys and this whiny girl. Used to be the biggest thing at parties ever!"

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polymorphic
2009-08-05 04:42 am UTC (link)

She stared. Honestly, the witch was just..staring. And burst into laughter. It was horrible and Tonks felt really bad about it. She was even trying to smother the laughter by covering her mouth, but it was the butt wiggle that slayed her.

"Do it again!" Requested excitedly as she tried to mimic what she just saw, arms out and slowly recreating the Macarena. Completely wrong her first time, but trying to recreate it all the same. Right down to the sitting-down wriggle. "This is popular at parties? Really?" Asked through another fit of inappropriate giggling. But good Merlin, it felt good.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 04:48 am UTC (link)

It felt really, really good to laugh. Not holding it back, not trying to hide it, just letting it go. And maybe it was wrong, but why should it be? Ianto had made her laugh. So had Remy. They'd never laugh again, but her life couldn't stop turning for them. Instead, she'd do as the Doctor had asked in his message to her in the TARDIS-she'd have a fantastic life. For them.

"Typically, you're standing up to do it," Rose added as she repeated. "But I'm too lazy." Giggling, she had them both wiggling in time and she developed a stitch in her side from laughing. "Wait'll I show you the Electric Slide. That'll have to be for later, though, only one terrible party dance in a night."

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polymorphic
2009-08-05 05:00 am UTC (link)

Later, Tonks would get a piece of advice quite like that. Something about the best way to honour the dead was to live, and love. Maybe some people thought it was wrong. But if that was what they had asked, then how could it be? So she continued laughing and smiling, glad to have found another friend even in dark times.

"I rather like the sitting down version. Much more fun!" Another last wriggle and then she was trying to settle down. But was still grinning. "I'll teach you a few wizarding dances in return. Like the Troll." Couldn't have been any better, or any worse, than the Electric Slide. As Tonks spoke, the colour returned slowly to white-blonde hair. Not extreme or bubble gum like normal. But pinkish.

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-05 02:20 pm UTC (link)

Rose was a bit fascinated by the hair colour changes, but she couldn't deny enjoying it. It was truly like nothing she'd ever seen before; Rose Tyler had seen quite a lot.

"The Troll?" she asked, laughter winning over the melancholy for the time being. "Oh, yeah, I think I can see that one. Lemme guess. Trolls are real." Maybe once she would've been surprised but she'd met Charles Dickens for Heaven's sake. In Cardiff with an alien who'd taken her there in a Blue Box. Really, it would take more than a troll and real magic to surprise her now.

"So this witch thing," she began, amusement creeping into her voice, "you do like...magic and stuff, then, right? Spells, potions, the like?" It was like watching a movie around here, honestly. Werewolves, witches...aliens. Oops.

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