RP for im_soniced_up

[iwasherefirst]

Rose is sitting with her back against the console of the TARDIS. The way she's sitting it's difficult to tell but she's handcuffed to the console with handcuffs made of TARDIS coral. She also appears to be perfectly content with this turn of events. She's got one of those rubbish tabloids and is flipping through it.

"Manchester United's lookin' at the world cup. Haven't been good since the 80's in my world. Mickey'd be delighted."

It's idle conversation and they both know it but he refuses to talk about anything that matters and she refuses to sit in silence.

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[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

She squeezes her eyes shut. He's not that far along. She forgets that. He's her Doctor but he's not the Doctor she put so much work into. She's going to have to put her foot down.

"All right. Got it in one. You failed. You can accept that. I didn't. Jumped 'round in time 'til I found you 'cause I wouldn't. You failed. And now you got a second chance. M'not going anywhere. TARDIS won't let me." She tugs on the handcuffs that are more a part of the TARDIS console than anything.

[im-soniced-up.livejournal.com]

"Oi!" And she's back, tricking him again. He's really not expecting that, with the way this encounter's been going and now he's scowling at her, indignant.

"Isn't like I didn't try! And where do you get off all high and mighty-- you didn't fail, hmm? You found the wrong Doctor, Rose. Yeah, you did a right bang up job!"

Okay, so now he's less angst and more petty bickering, without even realizing what she's doing.

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

It's an improvement and she'll take it.

"No such thing as the wrong Doctor. They're all mine. It doesn't matter what time line, what regeneration. You're still you. Sorta what counts."

Ha. Take that.

"Sorta was hopin' I'd find an earlier regeneration. Or a later one. That'd be fun. Seein' who you become."

[im-soniced-up.livejournal.com]

A scowl, again -- no, more of a pout. He wasn't supposed to let her get the upper hand. How does she do that!?

"Rest of them were bloody moronic. You're at the best one." Wait, he's agreeing. "...Even if it's the wrong one."

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

She grins at him, the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

"Maybe I've just got good taste. Rather have fun and be wrong."