What happened

on the curb.
in alleys.
on trash cans.
in the park.
on the street.
in subtle places, where the eye lingers to.

the words are bold and in chalk mostly, but they clearly read: BAD WOLF

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City General was a busy little medical hub, something like what one would expect to see on those TV dramas about hospitals. Green scrubs and cold sterile white walls, the smell of alcohol and bleach, the faint buzz of florescent lighting and the low rumble of hundreds of voices made up the soul of C.G.

Tucked off in one quiet corner a dark haired woman lay in a clean clinically white bed, under clean clinically white sheets, in a clean clinically white gown. Inara Serra had been down graded to stable condition and awaited only a few blood tests before her release. The incident which had brought her in had raised more then one eyebrow in the C.G.E.R. She wasn't the first to come in, she had however been the first to be brought in alive.

A dozen or so like her were in the morgue, disturbingly three of those had decided to go missing a number of days after their arrival..and more disturbingly, their autopsies. Inara offered a chance the hospital had not yet seen and they jumped on it. While she was slumbering away her blood was being tested in every batch of blood work that they could think of. City General was about to discover the truth of the existence of vampires.

For her part in the matter Inara only wanted to be warm and safe and among friends. Perhaps that was what drew her in her dreams to the dining hall of Serenity. Warm friendly faces smiled to her and food..real food not just protein shaped like food, filled the table. Kaylee was smiling brightly, Simon seemed to catch her eye with a blush of his own. Zoe and Wash were doing some not-so-subtle flirting under the table, even Mal seemed in rare form. They were all there, regardless of Books death or Jayne's desire to leave or Rivers..being River.. all of the crew that had been was together. As joy full as she felt, something nagged in her dream mind that this was not quite entirely right.

(OOC: Ok, great for any Firefly'ers to jump into the dream. Even Dream himself. Feel free to take surreal turns with it. Feel free for others of the waking world to step in as well. Have fun!)

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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.


That same ear grating sound wound up to it's loudest pitch, warping reality to suddenly shift itself into being. The TARDIS never assumed anything, it merely was, or wasn't as it's direction told it to be. Rose hardly understood the dynamics of it all but she did know this...it had moved. That alone was some small victory, sure she wasn't the Doctor, but she had gone somewhere.

She took the time to change into something a bit more covering then her bikini, no need to repeat the previous run ins, besides she wasn't entirely sure she was where she thought she was going. The TARDIS might be empathic but that was far from fool proof.

Once more Rose stepped out into the world...one which looked like some SOHO art district, this was not Cardif.

"....oh."

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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.

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The groaning, wheezing engine-like sound got louder as a blue Police Box faded into sight just outside one of the larger building in the more British looking section of The City. As the grinding came to a halt, the door slowly opened and a bright blue eyed face peeked out from the bifold doors. A long mane of blond followed by a bright Union Jack t-shirt and blue jeans. A rapid series of blinks as the not rightness of it all sat in. A puzzled look fell across the normally unworried features.

"This isn't Barcelona, not the city nor the planet."

That bit was directed back into the blue box she had just emerged from. No answer came from inside which let the confusion give way to concern.

"Doctor? Doctor?"

A duck back inside to scan over the immediate areas of the TARDIS he could have vanished into that fast. No sign of the lanky leather jacketed Time Lord. That ninth incarnation of the singularly named man was ever watchful over Rose, complaining she took leave to walk off far too often. So where could he be now? For that matter...where was she?

Rose Tyler stepped out onto the street, facing a new world..time...city...dimension?

"Nof'in can ever be simple can it?"

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