i_travel a Rose in the sun. (Open to anyone. Rose sunbathing by the Tardis)
So, that was it then. She'd spent the day wandering around and could only come to one conclusion.
The world had gone bloody well mad.
So now that she had come to terms with the world stepping out of it's mind for a bit she was far better equipped to deal with it. She had plenty of food and other life essentials in the Tardis, she was in no danger of starving. She had all the clothes and money she needed, another side benefit of the Tardis and the tricks taught to her by her good friend the Doctor. It was really a shame he'd wandered off somewhere...it was a glorious sunny afternoon, she was bored and there was nothing much to do. SHe'd taken in the local sights but dared not wander off too far for fear the Tardis might decide it was needed elsewhere and leave her stranded. So, for now Rose Tyler stretched out on a oddish white plasticy looking lounge chair. Fetchingly attired in a swimsuit that was a brilliant mockery of the union Jack, and a cool pair of shades to match. Might as well take in the sun before it ducks under the clouds again. So there, in the small green courtyard by the police call box she relaxed, iPod softly cooing in her ear ad the warm sun lulling her into a peaceful doze.
From: i_watch Date: 06/04/2006 12:04:04
Some may have called it being a Peeping Tom, but Bartleby called it watching, and since this had been his job for millenia, could anyone really begrudge him this? It wasn't as if he had any genitalia to become aroused from watching this beauty in the skimpy bathing suit.
He was just watching. Sitting in the tree above her, practically invisible from anyone's sight. He was curious; the thing she was laying next to was like nothing he'd ever seen before and he kind of wanted to know what it was.
"Huh," he muttered to himself. He rolled over on the branch and gripped it with both hands before letting himself hang off it. The thirty foot drop might have killed or seriously hurt any normal person, but Bartleby simply landed next to Rose in a crouch, completely unphased.
From: i_travel Date: 06/04/2006 12:17:19
It was the feeling of someone near her that got her attention, not the sound. The thing white cord that slithered up her belly and split toward each ear was blocking out all sound. New wave british psuedo-punk filled her head with the hard drums and frenetic beat such music carries.
So not until the tree lurker became a nearby croucher did her nose wrinkle and Rose turn to her side, wide blue eyes fluttering open under the garish red white and blue of her shades.
And that was the last moment of peace her body would see. Bolt upright she sat with a piercing shriek.
"Who're you? Do'ya fink it's awright ta jus' sneak up on someone like that? About killed me."
One palm rested over her heart in an effort to slow it's racing beat.
From: i_watch Date: 06/04/2006 12:29:35
This song and dance routien of explaining himself to people was getting tired. Bartleby didn't bother to answer immediately, instead standing up and opening his wings out to their full spread. This would probably elicit another shriek from the blonde, but Bartleby didn't care too much.
"I can do whatever I want," he said, eyebrow raised. "And you're not dead, but I'd suggest you don't put the idea into my head."
From: i_travel Date: 06/04/2006 15:42:37
Wings...yeah so? She'd seen walking talking descendants of the rain forests, living androids with disintegration beams, gaseous life forms...wings she could take in stride. It was the rudeness tha got her, why didn't anyone just step up and tap you on the shoulder? ''ello, names such and such how do ya do?' But no they all have to drop out of the sky. Least he was plastic.
"Yeah..you an half the rest of the galaxies. An I don't deal well wif threats, so can we jus' keep this civil? Aye?"
From: i_watch Date: 06/04/2006 18:46:41
"Civil. How quaint," Bartleby smirked. He stared down at her before looking over to the... machine thing she was lying next to. His curiousity flaired again.
"It wasn't a threat, not an empty one anyway," he said, still looking at the machine. "What do you call this?"
From: i_travel Date: 06/04/2006 19:03:54
Nice manners on this one, Rose sat up and fixed him with a very stern look. Not like she was just going to tell anyone about the TARDIS.
"S'a call box. Sort of a portable prison and emergency phone booth."
Well now, how far would they history lesson go?
From: i_watch Date: 06/05/2006 18:43:02
And it was just sitting here? And she was sunbathing by it. Bartleby could've thought of some plenty better places to do that. The park had some beautiful areas without scenery breaking phone booths.
His wings folded back in, flaring just slightly as he started to walk over to examine the thing. "So, tell me. Where might you be from?"
From: i_travel Date: 06/05/2006 23:47:46
Ohh the lookie loo wanted to know all sorts of thing didn't he? Well unfortunately for them both Rose was the type who bucked authority, and this man reeked of it.
"I might be from anywhere."
Now he was sniffing around the TARDIS and she just wasn't about to let him do that without some sort of conversation.
"But I'm from Cardiff...England...Earth..Twenty-first century. Not sure how far to define that one out."
From: i_beatthedevil Date: 06/12/2006 13:23:56
"Oh, don't try so hard now, love," came a swagger and a Liverpudlian accent.
The day's bright and cheery sky let the long man in the beige trenchcoat cast a deep shadow on the ground as he came upon the scene. He gave the girl a scruffy smile through his cigarette and an appreciative look.
Brilliant mockery of the Union Jack, indeed.
Still speaking to the girl, he looked to her winged inquisitor, darkly curious. "He didn't exactly keep them around for what they have upstairs."
From: i_travel Date: 06/15/2006 08:48:09
"Aye!" After the moment it took to let those words sink in Rose found herself offended. She was about pack up and get back into the TARDIS, it was getting a bit crowded out here.
"What is it wif you all? Think ya are superior beings and ya can talk down to me? Everywhere I go. every time! I've saved planets, species, timelines." SHe jabbed a finger at the smoker in emphasis.
"Yeah? So...bugger off if ya just wanna insult me, 'kay?"
From: i_beatthedevil Date: 06/16/2006 00:45:01
John raised an eyebrow as he was pointed at and apparently... attacked.
John held up his hands in surrender to the all dangerous finger with a shrug. "Suit yourself," he said with a ghost of a smile. "Thought I'd offer you a hand..."
The angel was paid no mind as he started in about his way.
From: i_travel Date: 06/21/2006 23:01:07
"Aye...AYE!"
Why did men always do things like that? Rose bounded out of her lawn chair and clamped her hand around his wrist bringing the chain smoker to a stop, or at least trying to.
"What do you mean? Offering me a hand? You know som'fin I don't?"
Didn't they always? Aliens, no matter how human they looked they always felt superior.
From: i_beatthedevil Date: 06/22/2006 01:53:42
John wasn't shocked at the hand in the slightest as he was stopped in his tracks. He just took it to his advantage, jerking, turning and clapping a hand on her shoulder in a jockular, 'atta boy' fashion.
"Apparently nothing a world-saving, time-jumping honest to God heroine wouldn't know," he grinned around his cig. "Oh! But that might be on the edge of insult, right? Best be on my way 'fore Bikini Lass has me head on a pike."
From: i_travel Date: 06/22/2006 13:38:38
Rose had a fish out of water gasping moment where those pretty lips and charming overbite opened and closed without words. She blinked and the shook her head to clear it.
"You know. You know fings." Excitable, her accent was always worst when she'd worked up a good steam to her.
"You know him? You seen him?" If he truly knew her there would be no question who she referred to, and tranparently her hope shone from her. Stupid ape though she might be, she never did give up on him.
From: i_beatthedevil Date: 06/23/2006 02:13:04
She wasn't letting go.
"I know a lot of people," he said non-chalantly. "A lot of 'fings' too. Might want to narrow it down for me, love."
Who was he to say no to an excited young thing in a bikini?
From: i_travel Date: 06/23/2006 19:00:15
"The Doctor, you seen him?"
She was trying to look into his eyes, maybe you really could see the truth if you did that like all the books and magazines said.
Only..his eyes were different, his eyes had age, mileage. Not entirely unlike the Timelord in question, but not identical either. Her hand snaked back and wrapped around her middle, followed by the other one for moral support.
"Yeah...so..jus' wanna know if you seen 'im." Something about this man was not right in the widest sense of the word.
From: i_beatthedevil Date: 06/24/2006 01:39:25
Taking his newly freed hand up to pull the cigarette from his lips, he amitted, "Not often a girl in a bikini asks me in a panic if I've seen her doctor."
Something was not right about her, and not institutionally. Magic tingled in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. He half wanted to tempt fate and just work her over with something, but...
He let her have her eye contact, waiting until she broke it to look about the park and the peculiarly placed police box. They didn't match but rather did. Trouble, this one. Time to cut things off with a scathing quip and leave this alone.
"That come with you?," he asked with a far more pacient voice than he expected.
From: i_travel Date: 06/25/2006 20:41:43
She crumpled, crestfallen. Her hopes very obviously dashed with an answer that was as good as a no. He was bluffing, Rose drew back again feeling light headed and slightly nauseous.
She had lost him, no matter how she tried to comfort herself that he was just going to walk 'round the corner and be there. She missed him, there was more of an ache in her then she would have thought possible. She missed mum, she missed Mickey sometimes, but it wasn't like this.
She had faced death, dismemberment, disintergration..every at his side. She'd never thought she'd face life without him. Somehow it was this futile little run in with the smoker that put it all into perspective.
"Yeah, it came wif me, an it'll leave wif me too."
She didn't look back, left her chair and things where they were. None of it mattered really, nothing did. She was alone here, wrong time, wrong place, wrong space. He'd told her once what to do in a case like this, she'd fought it then. But this time.... not even a scheme from Pete Tyler repertoire could work around it.
She could go home, leave this behind, try and live. But she would never forget, could never...
"Doctor..." Her forhead fell heavily to the door of the TARDIS, not crying but as far from ok as she was from home.
From: i_beatthedevil Date: 06/25/2006 23:58:56
John Constantine pulled back from the lithe looking blonde in the bikini as she went into some sort of a funk against a perfectly antiquated police call box.
The last time time rewrote itself and a million universes rewrote themselves in a great crisis, he was smart. Spent most of his time in a pub down the street, let it all blow over until he knew where he stood. It was the best advice he could give.
"Leaving might be a bit of a trick," he told her, looking completely unmoved by her plight as he tapped a bit of ash onto the ground and pulled another puff. "Look... get yourself a good stiff drink 'cause things'll be getting a lot worse before they get better. And... don't talk to anyone. Just get your hopes in the wrong place."
From: i_travel Date: 06/26/2006 01:58:07
"Yeah, fanks...really I mean that." Her sarcasm dripped from her lips. Get your hopes up..no kidding. Now he tells her don't talk to anyone, after he'd already gone and crushed hers like one of his cigarettes underfoot.
He had no idea what the TARDIS could do, so he had no idea that his little implications of limitations could be so horribly wrong. This machine, this living distortion of time and space no more knew limits then the Doctor himself did.
A small key was fished from somewhere in that Union Jack-ini, don't even imagine where. It fit the lock, soft click and Rose stepped inside. At least she'd learned a few things about piloting the TARDIS, she twisted a dial, pumped the spacial inhibitors and gave the all important wheel a could whack with her palm. The dodgey cranking siren sounded before the box faded from the spot, leaving nothing but a vacated white plastic lounge chair in it's wake.
(OOC. Rose is about to learn the TARDIS can travel about in the City, but she doesn't know enough to make it leave.)