She meant the 100th anniversary. They're definitely going to be seeing that corruption sooner more than later as they're meant to fight it and all.
... His line about how difficult it was to eliminate worlds made her want to curl up in a ball and cry.
Luckily her smile was somehow plastered on. Deep breaths. Don't crack.
Definitely need alcohol. Even if it meant she'd have to be more careful about not loosening up... "What have we got for wine or whiskey or... oh anything really here," asking for a menu.
Ugh. It'd been ages, but she still remembers leather jacket Doctor fighting with her over the Paradox. That if it was just as easy as going back in time to save his family, his planet...
She curled her hands in front of her and rested her head in them.
Still the Doctor where it mattered most...
Maybe if she'd met this Doctor first? But then he would have lost her to the war, like Sarah Jane.
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah she needs a drink.
She can't even fake optimism. It's just not there.
How can she explain why she was separated from the Doctor when she can't even talk about the war and if the TimeLords were around...
Alas, trying to get him back by cheating, by completely undoing the TimeWar was probably worse than paradoxical and almost definitely a Greek tragedy, and just like she told Crowley, he wouldn't proud of her, just mad and disappointed.
"Difficult, but not impossible Doctor. It's been happening since before I met the first version of you," a quiet growl. Dangerous and lupine. "Planets are going out in all universes. Every version that should have them." She rested her forehead back on the table, cradled by arms, lifting only enough to rest on one arm and mumble to the side and grab more chips. "If not eaten, then they're just going dark. But people, whole... species, have been--"
She glanced up at the ceiling. "There was a crack between dimensions. A people called the gelth wanted to slip through. Become solid again." Side glance away. "They were forced into being gaseous because of the darkness, the corruption, whatever. A moon was stolen." She looked at him seriously, chin still resting on the table top and if he's paying close attention, her eyes seem a bit more yellow than they should. "Not like geocaching -- no wait. Geo-grafitti... geo-art??" She meant geohacking. "That thing where you steal bits of planets and monuments to make art, and we put Jack's face on a moon," because the face of Boe. "But like, it's gone," she snapped her fingers, "No one can find it. There's no gravity there, whoever was living there goes with it, it's just, darkness where there used to be light."
If only Rose had been a bigger Kaiju, sentai, or sci-fi fan, or even more into laser tag she might have known of the mythology in the show Photon, that people all generate light but when corrupted, the planet becomes dark, but alas. It's just as well she's running on instinct and what she's pieced out of everything.
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Date: 2019-07-06 09:36 pm (UTC)... His line about how difficult it was to eliminate worlds made her want to curl up in a ball and cry.
Luckily her smile was somehow plastered on. Deep breaths. Don't crack.
Definitely need alcohol. Even if it meant she'd have to be more careful about not loosening up... "What have we got for wine or whiskey or... oh anything really here," asking for a menu.
Ugh. It'd been ages, but she still remembers leather jacket Doctor fighting with her over the Paradox. That if it was just as easy as going back in time to save his family, his planet...
She curled her hands in front of her and rested her head in them.
Still the Doctor where it mattered most...
Maybe if she'd met this Doctor first? But then he would have lost her to the war, like Sarah Jane.
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah she needs a drink.
She can't even fake optimism. It's just not there.
How can she explain why she was separated from the Doctor when she can't even talk about the war and if the TimeLords were around...
Alas, trying to get him back by cheating, by completely undoing the TimeWar was probably worse than paradoxical and almost definitely a Greek tragedy, and just like she told Crowley, he wouldn't proud of her, just mad and disappointed.
"Difficult, but not impossible Doctor. It's been happening since before I met the first version of you," a quiet growl. Dangerous and lupine. "Planets are going out in all universes. Every version that should have them." She rested her forehead back on the table, cradled by arms, lifting only enough to rest on one arm and mumble to the side and grab more chips. "If not eaten, then they're just going dark. But people, whole... species, have been--"
She glanced up at the ceiling. "There was a crack between dimensions. A people called the gelth wanted to slip through. Become solid again." Side glance away. "They were forced into being gaseous because of the darkness, the corruption, whatever. A moon was stolen." She looked at him seriously, chin still resting on the table top and if he's paying close attention, her eyes seem a bit more yellow than they should. "Not like geocaching -- no wait. Geo-grafitti... geo-art??" She meant geohacking. "That thing where you steal bits of planets and monuments to make art, and we put Jack's face on a moon," because the face of Boe. "But like, it's gone," she snapped her fingers, "No one can find it. There's no gravity there, whoever was living there goes with it, it's just, darkness where there used to be light."
If only Rose had been a bigger Kaiju, sentai, or sci-fi fan, or even more into laser tag she might have known of the mythology in the show Photon, that people all generate light but when corrupted, the planet becomes dark, but alas. It's just as well she's running on instinct and what she's pieced out of everything.