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Rose Tyler
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23 December 2011 @ 01:54 pm
012 [Action Closed Forward dated to 12-25]  
[A couple of weeks ago, Rose sent out invitations inviting people to Christmas at the flat she shares with the Doctors. Since then, she's been running around like a headless chicken for many reasons, the party only being one.

The flat is a large one on the top floor with high ceilings and good views. It's a bit sparsely furnished with the main feature being a hammock bed hanging in one corner in front of a window. There's a television, some sort of funky looking sofa, one of those large over sized chairs that two skinny people can sit in and end tables scattered near the seating. There's also a Christmas tree that probably looks like Christmas threw up pink and TARDIS blue on it.

The Doctor (with the hair) is in the kitchen cooking while Rose runs back and forth between the kitchen and the living area to talk with people. Come in, have a drink and mingle. The actual dinner is going to be on the rooftop.]

[ooc: I thought I'd put this up early so people could play with it. There will be a 'during dinner' header below this. Feel free to thread jack, take some liberties with what's going on and just have fun. There's no time limit on this and backtagging is encouraged and loved. If Rose sent you an invitation or if it's been discussed via plurk, ic or any other means that your character was attending, have at it.]
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[identity profile] threadthefire.livejournal.com on December 27th, 2011 01:56 am (UTC)
I think I'll take some water for now.

[He has no need to keep up pretense here by nursing something harder, he can simply enjoy the evening.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 27th, 2011 04:15 am (UTC)
[Rose nods, retrieves a glass from the cupboard then puts some ice in it and fills it with water from a bottle in the fridge. She hands it to him with a smile. Enjoying the evening is a good thing. She's glad he's going to get a chance to do that.]

So what's in store for the New Year for Passione?

[identity profile] threadthefire.livejournal.com on December 27th, 2011 10:16 pm (UTC)
Preparing for the spring line, mostly.

[He smiles giving her a small salute with the glass before taking a sip.]

But we don't need to talk about work. Tell me about your friends, any hobbies you're working on these days...?
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 28th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
[She pours herself a glass of some wine, considering where to start.]

You count runnin' from things with the Doctor a hobby? [It's said in a teasing sort of voice.] Travelin' mostly, seein' new places, doin' new things. The last ones sorta the only one I get to do here but there always seems to be new things to do so works out all right. You'll meet Janine at dinner up on the roof. She's a dinosaur of some sort. Big beak, wings, 'bout twelve feet tall. Brilliant. Far as I can tell she uses some sorta telepathy to talk. There's Donna. She used to travel with the Doctor too, after me. She's amazin'. She's also the Doctor's best friend. Then there's the Doctor. Two of him right now. The bloke with the leather jacket and the ears. [Sorry Nine. She refuses to number you but she has no such reservations about called you the Doctor with the ears.] And you know the other one. [The one who re-arranges Cinna's front desk according to arcane, alien organizational systems when he's bored and watching Rose work.]

Same guy. It's a regeneration sorta thing. It's how Time Lords avoid dyin'. [Oh by the way, the Doctor's an alien. Aren't you glad to came to Christmas here, Cinna?]
[identity profile] threadthefire.livejournal.com on January 1st, 2012 08:19 am (UTC)
Right.

[He nods as if he understands even half of what she's saying. He gets most of it, at least he thinks he did, but it sounds so... strange that he's not certain he believes it all.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on January 1st, 2012 07:49 pm (UTC)
[She recognises that look/sentiment. She smiles at him. He'll understand if he hangs around long enough.]

'Least I can't remember the last time I was bored. [She really can't. There was that space of two years without the Doctor but she hadn't allowed herself time to be bored then, always thinking and looking and trying to get back to him, even in the downtime when the TARDIS was quiet.] That's somethin'.