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Character Meet and Greet
I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.
But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.
II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.
III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!
IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.
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Wait here Victoria I won't be a minute! I just need to check something out.
Back to the TARDIS Jamie, I'll be right behind you.
Do mind your step Zoe the ice is quite slippery.
But, while there often had been an occasional 'your nay going in there alone, Doctor' he couldn't recall anyone ever being this cross with him for it.
He spoke very softly in contrast to her anger, "If I... I mean he, my older self, did do that it would only have been to protect you. I can't say that I've ever seen my friends as fragile but I do like to look out for them. After all, they are usually only in these situations because I brought them there."
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And a quiet snort at the last part. "No, I wouldn't have been alive if he hadn't pulled me out the first time we met. He had to ask me twice to come with him, because I knew it'd mean leaving my boyfriend and Mum behind, but I did. I did it then, I've done it every time since, and I'm still doing it now. My choice, yeah? Not yours or his, or anyone else's." So what if she had to go through literal hell? Worth it, right? Right! "Giving up freedom for safety isn't living at all."
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"That wasn't how we got separated," she looked up at the ceiling fighting her tears and closed her eyes until she could be sure they were manageable. "He tried again, o' course, to send me away, always will, I don't expect otherwise, I really don't. But I fought my way back, like I always will." A quiet snort. Through anything. She couldn't explain about the void ship, the cult of Skaro, the Timelord prison... "We had two levers. Torchwood in your universe, where I was born, was bringing over cybermen from my Dad's universe. He runs the Torchwood there, because his company was the one to make the cybermen, even though he was fighting against it. To get rid of all the -- everything, the plan was for my Mum, Pete -- my Dad, Mickey -- my ex-boyfriend, everyone to get to Dad's Universe, and the Doctor was going to use void stuff to send all the rest of the void travelers into the void, yeah?"
A quiet snort. "Like I said, two levers. He tried to send me to Pete's Universe. Twice, but nothing doing. So he was gonna let me stay, but my lever slipped out of place. I locked back in, but my grip on it fell. I would'a been sucked into the void too, but Pete caught me because of that time I fused my heart with the TARDIS, I scattered messages all over my timeline so I wouldn't die."
She drummed her fingers on the table. "Thing is though, yeah?" she looked at the Doctor seriously. "The two universes are sealed for us. Maybe because of the void thing and cybermen." She couldn't say truthfully she didn't know, because she did know, it was because he was the last of the timelords, but like hell was she going to be the one to say that. "He said..."
Her bottom lip trembled, and eyes threatened to well up all over again and Rose mentally cursed her weakness a million times over, and she glanced furiously sideways. "He said goodbye. It took him a whole star to do it. Via hologram. He couldn't manage more than that. Said if he tried to force the TARDIS through then..."
Rose wiped a fist over her eyes, and thanked the waitress, happily digging into the foam of her drink. "But the stars are going out. People think I'm mad, that there weren't any stars there to begin with, just darkness. But I know there were. I've been there, I've seen them in person. So I made the dimension cannon so I could come back..." more drinking. Heavily. "Only... I thought only the Doctor would know what to do. And I'm glad, I'm really glad," a bitter laugh through the tears, "That there's more people to help in the fight. I just..." she gave up the fight and just started crying, burying her head in her arms again. Gods she was pathetic. Was her mission to fight the darkness, or to find the Doctor? How pathetic was it that she was only happy, so determined, so willing to do anything whatever the cost so long as it was both?
Then again, she really truly didn't care that it would seem pathetic to everyone, even herself. That was what she wanted. Who was anyone else to say it was wrong?
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He naturally mentioned none of this to Rose, saying instead.
"I know I do seem like a fumbling old man but I can still look after myself."
Which earned him a well deserved mental snerk from memory Jamie. One which the Doctor found himself actually responding to with a light grimace.
"Well, maybe with a little help now and then."
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"It does sound like you have gone through quite a lot. I can't say I understand most of it... but it was successful. You did find me!"
His voice grew soft, trying to cushion the fact that he knew he wasn't the version of him she had been so desperately searching for.
"I... I know I mightn't be what you were expecting but the two of us can still work together to put an end to this darkness business. Then maybe we can see about getting you home. Where ever you decide home ought to be. Hm?"
The handkerchief was laid nearby so all she had to do was reach out and take it.
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He squeezed her hand.
"You know what I mean!"
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It occurred to him he might be better off not asking this but, when did he ever do what made him better off?
"Before what?"
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"If he doesn't want me, then that's fine, I'll deal with it. Hardly the first man in my life to get engaged to someone else or need someone different," she snorted quietly, moving her hands, one to prop up a fist to her cheek to lean on and the other doodling circles with her fingers. "But he spent six months looking for anyway at all to get the TARDIS through to me. The goodbye via star hologram was all he could manage. And it was at Bad Wolf Bay for me, so that... I knew... thought I knew it meant I could get back to him. Led me here. Out of my Dad's Universe. Now... I'm not sure." She bit her lip and sought out his eyes. Not as soul-piercing as big-ears', but deep and ancient like her daft puppy's. "Whether it's just... fighting the Darkness, the corruption, or a way back to him."
She wasn't crying, but she was clearly miserable about it.
"Not that I'm not loving this," she laughed softly and squeezed his hand lightly, "Thank you." She glanced sideways, dropping his hand again. "He promised he wouldn't leave me behind and I promised him forever, yeah?" A sigh. "I don't need anythin' specifically it's just...." she chomped her bottom lip in thought. "What's the longest you've ever been without the TARDIS, yeah?"
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It was all this talk of engagements and needing some one different that had the Doctor squirming a little in his seat... or the fact the the chair was uneven! Wobbly thing! It was horrible! Momentarily distracted he pawed through his pockets until he found a little matchbook and then quick as a wink disappeared under the table to place the box under the short leg of the chair. That problem was easily solved, if only they all were!
"The TARDIS?"
He asked but even under the table he had heard. It was more a play for time as he tried to recall.
"Oh, Marco Polo probably. Took my key and wouldn't give it back. Why do you ask?"
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A beat. "He took your key?" She remembered her first Doctor's promise that not even the Mongolian horde could get through the TARDIS, and they'd tried.
Rose rubbed her face, trying to think how to explain it. "Just... She's the only thing stable in your life, yeah? The one constant. Half convinced it's why she likes the blue police box look so much."
Rose chewed her thumbnail sheepishly. It was too embarrassing now that she was on the spot, and she was chickening out again. She glanced sideways. "I'm just being daft, aren't I?" A quiet snort. "You asked before about side effects, now I'm wondering..."
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Just as the whole affair was a long story. The Doctor, perhaps frustratingly so, decided to remain vague about most of her questions. Choosing instead to use the moment to suck every last drop of milkshake from the bottom of his glass as if he hadn't heard them... and squirm in his chair just to make sure the wiggle was still cured.
"You're being meandering, but daft? No, I don't think so."
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"It's not meandering. I made the Bad Wolf trail when I fused my heart. I followed it to here. You're here, but if I'll ever see your future again..." She shrugged.
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So there was no need to break through the barriers of time to punch the guy. Though as he said that the Doctor had no idea he was saving Marco Polo from such a fate!
"If you did make a trail that leads back to my future self then you will eventually find him and you will know what to do once you do. You didn't do all that just to be indecisive now, did you? No!"
He answered that part for her as her self confidence seemed a little low at the moment, but anyone who could do the sorts of things she was talking about and survive had to be very spirited. She was just worn down by it all right now.
"What you need is a little rest and maybe some music?"
Run.
The recorder was in his hand before Rose could say boo!
"Any requests?"