iwasherefirst | 008 |Accidental Video|

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008 |Accidental Video|

[The device flickers on to show the bathroom. There's a bathtub full of bubbles, a half glass of wine sitting on the edge of the tub and lit candles are scattered about. However, there's no sign of anyone in the bathroom or the tub. From the way the candles are guttering it's clear that they've been lit for a while. ]

DOC--[Rose's appearance is fairly sudden and she's clearly not in any stage of taking a bath. She's wearing a pair of black pants, a dark pink tee shirt and a purple leather jacket. She looks confused and a bit distraught.]ter

[She starts his name out almost a yell, like she's trying to be heard over something and finishes it up as a whisper. She bends over and blows out the candles then grabs her device, shoves it in her pocket--not realizing it's still on-- and throws open the bathroom door. That would be fury all over her face. She's angry about something.]

Doctor! [And it's pretty clear from the way she says his name as she storms into the living room looking for the Doctor that her anger is directed toward him.]

[ooc: This is a canon update. Rose was only gone for about a half an hour. Rose is now caught up to the very end of 'Journey's End'. Video or audio replies will be forth coming. Some of them after the fight she has with the Doctor.]

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[He's up until now mostly not been looking too much at anything but the Rose-head he can see in the sea of bubbles, although now he quickly does a once-over down the rest of the tub and then looks mostly into his glass.] Probably. Might be okay to have just a few less bubbles. Maybe. [Just a little pink, but suggesting it anyway.] Wine's good.

[If he's a little pink then she's a good deal more pink but she'll blame it on the water. Also, nice distraction there. She sits up a bit more so that her shoulders are a bit more out of the water and perhaps the very tops of her breasts. It's still a very PG bubble bath. Also, there's a knee visible, bent and sticking out of the bubbles. She takes a much bigger drink of wine than before, almost a gulp.] Yeah. S'nice every now and then.

[He was raising his own glass to his lips when she sat up a little more and is now sort of looking at her through the top of the glass for a few seconds before remembering to swallow some wine and put the thing back down.] Yeah, wine's... Wine's nice every now and then, yeah. Always that interesting reaction it has on brain chemistry and... stuff. Nice.

Brain chemistry? [There's a lot of not looking at him going on right now but for very different reasons then previously.]

Well there's the body chemistry as well but a bit of it goes to the brain. Makes you all... Well, drunk, eventually. But before that it's actually got a decent number of antioxidants. Might be mixing up... stuff. Bit distracted.

Oh. Right. Drunk. I got that and there was a bit in the news at one time 'bout the antioxidants. [She glances over at him, eyebrows raised.]

Distracted?

[She bites her bottom lip and slides down into the bath just a tiny bit.]

[He glances over and sees her sink back down a bit. Opens his mouth to possibly say something in protest but can't come up with anything that sounds right and therefore closes it and looks back at his glass.]

Maybe. I'm still not... I'm still not really sure about... all of this. Not not-sure in that I don't want it, but not-sure in that I'm not sure what to say or do to keep... going. [That's probably not that clear but he's well into abstract-ramble-mode at the moment for some reason.]

[He probably isn't fond of it but she finds the abstract ramble kind of adorable. It's not often that he's uncertain about things. Or perhaps just not often that there's outward evidence of that uncertainty.]

If it helps, I think you're doin' all right, Doctor. [She takes another sip of her wine. It's her turn to ramble a little.] It's not--I still want all of--if you're goin' to keep your promise then I still want all of...that.

[He really wasn't fond of it, no, but hey, if it gets the point across. And if he catches on that she likes seeing that sometimes he also isn't totally sure, then there is a chance, however slight, he'll show that side a bit more often.

When she starts talking, he looks over at her. The words do make him feel a bit better; at least he's not screwing everything up.] I am not going to break that promise, Rose Tyler. You can have... all of that, if you want it.

[In general it does and it also makes her feel a bit better about not having a clue how to handle this.

Oh Doctor, he is so far from screwing everything up. It's just a detour.

It takes her a few moments to answer but when she does, her answer is certain, quiet and determined.]

Yes. [And then just a half a pause afterwards.] Please.

[They can both be ridiculously clueless and fun together and fumble over everything and shit. Yay.

Those are a few moments of intense tenseness. She can probably see the ten tonnes of metric pressure just sort of steam themselves out almost immediately after she says yes. It's really not that he's worried she's going to leave or that they won't be friends or anything - mostly just that he doesn't want things to change. Anything to change. He was happy and just getting used to things that were happening and is really worried about the state of things.]

Good. Excellent. Yes, absolutely. I mean, it would be kind of horrible to offer it and then say no after you're accepted the thing. Stuff. [Yes he is going to taste the wine now.]

[And it will be awesome. To someone. Not them.

She can see the pressure and even feel it before she says yes. When she does, it's almost like a balloon popping. His response gets a smile out of her, a real one. Not brilliant and lighting up the Universe but at least it's relaxed and happy, even grateful.]

Be a bit rude, yeah. Might worry 'bout you as well, changin' your mind so quickly. [She'll take a sip of wine as well. Surely it will help the situation.]

[I think a decent part of their lives is probably awesome to people who aren't them.

Smiles are wonderful even if they could be bigger. He always likes them anyway but at this point obviously they're quite appreciated.]

I was rather under the impression I was quite... wishy-washy. At least in some respects. In this regeneration. Not about some things I suppose. Some things stay the same across.

[Good point.

She bites her bottom lip and looks up to him, reaching one soapy, bubbley hand out to hold his hand. She wiggles a couple of fingers, beckoning him closer.]

Wishy-washy about some things but sorta like the things that stay the same across the board. [Of course she's a bit biased. One of those things is her.] Keeps you my Doctor.

[He just leans forward at first, to almost-comfortably reach and take her hand, because she is still in the bath and that is yet new territory, but he stops being silly and moves to sit on the floor next to the outside of the tub.]

Think I can handle that.

[She's glad he decides to stop being silly. Really, if bubbles disappear, he can probably see less from the floor than he can standing above her. Also, it gives her a chance to slosh him with water.

It might have been an accident except she's giggling when she does it.]

[Well the initial look on his face is definitely surprise since he wasn't expecting 'playful' from her just yet, but the giggles and the fact that it's water and bubbles probably are the main reason he slicks a hand across the surface of the bath she's in and gives her a face full of bubbles in return, playful look indicating that sloshing is fine but expect retaliation.

She did get him fair good with the sloshing. He's quite wet now, and might have a bit of rose-bath-water in his wine he doesn't know about yet.]

[At least Rose-bath-water-wine probably never killed hurt anyone. It's just that there are bubbles and he's sitting next to the tub. They've reached a point where she can continue asking him if he's really going to stay or she can accept it, at least for the evening, and try to move if not forward, at least not backwards.

She squeals when the Doctor splashes her face full of bubbles. She sinks down a bit more into the bath, knees poking up more as a result. She swipes wet hands over her face then turns her hands a bit to splash more water at the Doctor, laughing as she does. It's an actual laugh now, less with the giggling.]

[I'm sure his superior Time Lord biology can handle somewhat bubbly wine.

He makes a very poor attempt to avoid the water, considering he's sitting right next to the source and that doesn't do much to your dodging abilities. At least he doesn't spill his glass all over anything, although he does set it down since it looks like that is an increasing possibility. The laugh is an excellent sound to hear.]

Oi! Now, if I wanted to get all wet, I would have had my own bath.

[She smirks a bit at him, arching one eyebrow.]

All right then. If that's how you wanna play that.

[She closes her eyes and sinks a bit down into the tub, all the way up to her chin, knees sticking up out of the water.]

[He blinks. He was vaguely expecting more sloshing after that. The sinking back down up to her chin and showing him more of her knees was not in the list of possible reactions he had mildly prepared for.]

Making yourself a smaller target or just eliminating the need to splash you at all by immersing yourself?

[She opens one eye, looking at him, a grin twitching at the corners of her lips.]

You were objectin' to gettin' all wet, weren't you? M'doin' what you told me to. For once.

[She has a point.

Well, he can tolerate all of about twelve full seconds of sitting there with just her face, knees, and a slightly-decreasing-amount-of-bubbles to look at before he's already categorised all the real reasons that moths are so attracted to light - 'nobody knows', pft - and is bored.]

Addendum to rule number two. No. Three. Always do as I say unless I tell you to do something boring. And I'm already wet. This didn't help that at all. In fact I'm between wet. [He's picking at his shirt through his jacket.] This is like one step between damp and wet-wet. Are you all pruney yet? When do you humans start 'pruning' in the bath?

[She looks over at him and grins. She knew he wouldn't be able to last long just sitting there. She holds a hand up.]

Gettin' a bit pruney.

[And then, since he pointed out that he's wet already. Or rather between wet, she sloshes him with a good bit more water.]

[He pretends for a moment to not care that he's so predictable and that she knows him that well, instead reaching out for her hand so he can properly examine this pruning thing.

Hand instantly turns into a shield when she sloshes more water over the side at him.] Hey! [Due to positioning he is quite soaked now, with bits of his suit that are wet starting to stick to him. He sits there and attempts to wring out his trousers while he's still wearing them on the floor, and after a few seconds gives up.] Well I might as well have just got in with you now.

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