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Rose Tyler
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20 July 2011 @ 07:44 pm
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[The young, blonde woman wearing the purple jacket ends up on the carousel instead of the fountain. She weaves her way through the animals, pausing to pick up the device on the ground. She fiddles with it, manages to get it to broadcast video and peers down at it.]

Well this is different, innit? Captain Mamgambo? I think we've had a bit of a glitch. [She takes a short breath, allowing herself for a moment to hope for something that makes her ache.]

Doctor? Couldn't get lucky enough to have you listening in, could I?
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[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on August 18th, 2011 04:47 am (UTC)
Good. Always good for a bit of a pick-me-up. 'Oh, damn I've dropped my ice cream, but, I did save the universe that one time..' [Pause.] Well, maybe something with different scales, but the point still stands. [Hands. Hands are always a good thing.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on August 18th, 2011 02:05 pm (UTC)
[It gets a smile out of her none the less or maybe that's the hand holding and swinging thing.]

We should have something to eat. They have chips here? Then maybe ice cream.
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2011 09:23 pm (UTC)
Brilliant idea; chips and ice cream. I'm starving - all this flat hunting really wears a body out.
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on August 24th, 2011 09:37 pm (UTC)
[She squeezes his hand and looks over her shoulder at their flat.] Who knew bein' domestic would be hard work? ,small>[It's said in a teasing tone of voice.]
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on August 25th, 2011 07:54 am (UTC)
[He snorts his laughter and starts heading out to find these food things.] Why d'you think I avoided it so long?
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on August 25th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)
Think we'll manage it together though. Split the work. [As they head out, she threads her fingers with his.]