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"From you, I'm getting the impression that's quite the compliment," Rose teased lightly, although she meant it, and filed it away mentally. As he launched into the explanation, Rose was actually completely rapt with attention. It was interesting, and luckily, NOT completely over her head, so she was eager to keep up and absorb all the information. Baba Yaga, nannies, and eventually step-mother. Interesting! "You'd make a good professor," she grinned, tongue poking out teasingly, "Especially with the field trips, yeah?"

Her brow furrowed as she looked back down at the book, intently focused. "Just the first word?" Rose echoed as she opened to the page, "strange village," it continued from the previous page, and Rose accidentally read the whole sentence into the next one, "And employed himself in keeping sheep." A glance up to the Doctor to make sure it was the same on his end, though since she didn't know about the Baba Yaga before, she was pretty sure that she at least wasn't dreaming. Was a figment of someone's imagination capable of that much individual divergent thought? It was kind of a strange notion, that she could be a figment of the Doctor's imagination. Then again, it was the Doctor, so anything was hypothetically possible.

The Doctor was a little confused because Rose had said too much.

"Rose, literally just the first word. Not the whole sentence. One word."

Because it's part of the test. And he can't make this work right if she's cheating.

"Strange," she nodded confidently.

And then completely ruined it with more talking, just in case you ever could have doubted that she was truly Jackie's daughter. "Oh but that's continued from the sentence on the last page. Want the first one unique to this page?"

He sighs. "No. Just the first word."

He opens his book to the proper page. A part of him hoping it's different, a part hoping it's the same. Because each would have their good and bad about them.

"Stranger."

Oh... splitting the difference. He pulls a face.

"Well. That's annoying."

A dramatic gasp.

"Oh my god you are dreaming?! I'm just a figment of your imagination?" She glances down at her usual chav clothes and folds her arms. "Couldn't you have come up with something sexier for a dream? I mean yeah, jeans, and hoodies are comfortable, that's why I like 'em, but all of the TARDIS' wardrobe at your availability, and this was the best you got?"

She looked around at the library and bounced on the balls of her feet. "If this is your dream, that means I can fly, yeah?" She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to fly, to no avail. So she opened them and stared at him intently. "Make me fly."

Yes.

She is obviously the absolute best choice of his companions to have this talk with. The best.

Sorry, Rose, this Doctor actually does face-palm and he's doing it right now.

"Rose, how do you know I'm the one dreaming? Hmmm? How do we know it's not you? Actually, it could likely be both of us. Or more likely, it's a fluke of whoever used Bending to create the books. Maybe one was better at Bending than the other."

Too many variables. And the Doctor hates it. He needs solid evidence one way or another.

Poor frustrated future Doctor.

"Because if I was dreaming, you wouldn't be a version I never met before. And you'd be cuddly, not dashing and grumpy." LOGIC. Sort of.

"Ohhhh right," she said about the Bending. That made way more sense.

She closes her eyes to think hard. It didn't seem much like the few times she'd dealt with dream things, but...

She opened her eyes and leaned both elbows on the table in front of the Doctor. "It's like testing whether anything is real, right? Why do we know Earth's sky is blue, other than that we all agree on it, yeah? So you don't have to trust yourself, Doctor, but that's why you've got me and the others, right? So you can trust us. Um. Objectively speaking... if this was still dreaming, then what would you do differently if you could be sure that it wasn't?"

Because she would clearly just disobey all the laws of physics. For fun. But the Doctor is a little more spoiled in getting to opt in and out of a lot of them as he pleased.

"No, Rose, it's not like that at all."

He pauses.

"Okay, for you and from your point of view, it probably is exactly like that. If this place is real, then why do I not have my Time Sense? Arriving here without it is no different than if you were to arrive here without one of your senses. Have you tested them all? Do they all work for you?"

Because that is the biggest reason why the Doctor can't believe this place is real. If he had lost his sense of touch, or smell, sure. But his sense of Time is inherit to him being a Time Lord, so why would they take that from him?

"Oh, because it's um..." Timey wimey spacey wacey -- No wait, she can totally say something smarter sounding than that; give her a bit. "Okay I hate to say it, but it's sort of like an afterlife pocket," she winced. "Don't freak out." She bit her bottom lip in thought, "So time is really messed up here, and you could meet other Time Lords even though they're all gone. And some people are here even though they're dead. So you probably DO have your sense of time, it's just... freaking out. Kind of like..."

She takes a deep breath of air, into the lungs through the nose and back out again. "Smells, yeah? I can still smell, but it's different. Because no one makes books with that ink and paper smell, and outside, even the weather smells really off because the plants and ocean and buildings and even the food are different. Even from all other worlds we visited before, this is still... different. I mean it probably doesn't bug you as much because you don't use it as much to acclimate where you are as the time thing, but you can still hear and feel other things, yeah? So maybe the sense of time is still there, but the perspective is all wrong. Because you've never been," she motions with her hands making an invisible box with them for framing, "In this perspective. Supposedly there's some stuff about flaws and fixing them, kind of like what you said Time Lords do, but..."

She blew a breath out through her cheeks after puffing them up. "You're outside of your usual life line. I think. Supposedly you want to be here, at least some part of you does for whatever reason or another. But if you go back, and you don't want to go back to sleeping," she snapped her fingers, "Back to not remembering or knowing about any of this," a heavy weight seemed to settle on her shoulders, "Then it's like watching your life from inside yourself." She held up both hands, "I mean, that's what they say. I haven't tested it myself. But--"

She scrunched her face up, resolving to stop talking after finishing positing this theory. "Maybe your Time Lord timey wimey spidey-sense is only applicable in your own timeline. Outside of it like this, where you can press pause and do other things while that stays on hold, maybe you have to get acclimated to it here. Yeah???"

She just braced herself for another pair of facepalms and a firm "Rose, shut up."

This incarnation of the Doctor does say 'shut up' quite often, but not for people spouting theories. Only when they're being pudding-brains. He is slightly more patient than his younger self who acts like an over-excited puppy.

"That is possible. But unlikely. I'm just saying, there are a lot of possibilities beyond 'this is real and we've been lied to up to now.'"

Which is more or less how he's interpreted everything he's read.

"We need to continue to test this place. So here's what you do: question everything that happens. Trust nothing. Challenge everything your senses tell you."

He pulls a slight face. He's sure he's said this to someone before... not here, though...

She likes excited puppy doctor. The other times he's a sad puppy in the rain and that is just sad.

"I don't think you've been lied to--"

She scrunches her face at his face. "You're making that face again," a stern frown and she folded her arms. She wrinkled her nose, trying to refuse to accept what it told her brain about ink and paper and -- wound up sneezing.

"Problem is, you might accidentally bend things to how you think they should be, rather than getting to find out how they already are."

She unfolded the arms, about to poke his cheeks but refrained instead. For now. "What's that face mean?"

And just like that the shadow clears.

"What face? This is my face, it's just furious looking."

Ummm, yes. Deflection, because he really doesn't know the face he makes when he thinks about Clara.

"Maybe when I get the hang of this Bending thing. But for now..."

He shrugs. He will doubt and question everything. He will think about home: his TARDIS. And he is absolutely not going to tell Rose that he suspects 'dead' Time Lords are going to show up here because he went back and saved Gallifrey.

She laughs quietly, "You are not. I've seen you furious. Even if not this version, that's still not your angry face. That's your deja vu face you were making earlier and said it wasn't deja vu."

But she let it go.

"Mm yeah... but... you can actually bend without meaning to. So be careful. Especially if you actually do get angry," points a finger at him, but doesn't touch.

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Now his expression is abject confusion.

"Explain."

It was less demand and more request. But just the one word was uttered.

Rose shrugs.

"I haven't done it yet. But the girl who wrote the funny version of the guide -- did anyone give you that one? It's a lot better than the formal one. But um, she said some people can do it without completely realizing it. Instinctively. Like Breathing."

She snapped her fingers. "Oh! Maybe that's why your timesense is off! Because you're thinking about it too hard." Maybe.

She rubbed the back of her neck and glanced away, not wanting to say anything remotely disparaging about the doctor, even to himself, or maybe especially to himself. "I think that's why your younger version has troubles." She glanced back. "There's a school for it, bending and whatever else, I mean. I was going to enlist. Come to class with me? And then you can wind up being a professor when you do get the hang of it, probably." Which would drive his younger self even more crazy. Oh well.

Rose's theories are... not bad. He goes very quiet as he thinks about what she's saying.

"Can't be that different from using the Sonic or piloting the TARDIS. I think I'll try it on my own first."

Because he's already told his younger self that he should be able to bend better than he can currently.

Rose nodded, and then stuck her tongue out, giving him a wolfish grin. "Race ya to learning how to fly." Okay maybe that was easy with bending, but still. For either of them to do it without jetpacks or actively shifting gravity would still be a new one, at least for Rose.

"The only flying I want to do is with the TARDIS."

Yep, grumpy-pants has returned, and that thought actually hurts just a bit. On to other things.

"So, what else do we have in these towns?"

Oh Doctor. Even with a completely different body, face, attitude, voice, and all the rest, somethings never changed. And sulky about his blue box was one of them.

"Don't know!" she admitted cheerfully, "Haven't been there yet. But the reality storms only affect Nautilus? Something about the location to.... ah... chaos." Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

She... probably should have mentioned that first. "Pure concentrated chaos. They say it can unmake you if you touch it, and it caused some major problems before. Infected people. Um..." She frowned, scrunching her face to the side. "I kind of want to touch it," she admitted impishly. Because reckless? Yes, yes she was. At least she hadn't touched it yet. "But supposedly it creates some really interesting storms. Maybe even stuff you've never seen before."

She laughs suddenly and adds, "Oh, and the Western district, everyone tells me not to go to, apparently they've got rivers of mercury, giant poisonous spiders the size of trucks, and a red sky. Maybe also other monsters. And--" she scrunched her face up trying to remember everything. "Some of the people hide outside of Nautilus, in the other places, to avoid the storms, yeah?" Think think think. "But I'm kind of looking forward to my first one. Doctor... I know you're well past the point you said it to me, but do you remember? You said you felt a storm coming?" And one of his nicknames, or titles, was the Oncoming Storm. "Do ya think it could be them, yeah?"

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"Catastrophe is the metabolism of the universe. So I imagine they would like us to believe that Chaos is bad. Which, to be fair, it is, but that doesn't mean it's not important."

Because, of course, he'd cling to that first. And he thinks he'd be right at home in the West, especially considering his current mood without time or the TARDIS. But then, she's talking about the 'storm coming' he had said to her so long ago. His features fall.

"No, Rose. That isn't what I was talking about. And no storm like that had better touch you here."

"Well, I think Nautilus likes it, since he's supposed to be all about change and maybe that's why the reality storms still affect him and not other places," a shrug, "But I'm not terribly familiar with living cities or conscious planets, yeah?" That was way more the Doctor's speed.

At the last part though... a chill completely covers her, making her skin prick, especially at the back of the neck. It was that kind of serious intensity she usually associated with his rage, but at the same time, it was so protective, so determined, that Rose was completely certain the safest place in all the universe, all the multi-verse for her would be right by his side, trying to help him and he would do just about anything to keep her safe. "Yessir," she added for the sake of noting her complete and total faith in him. She wondered just what storm touched her in her own timeline then... but she didn't want to face it either. Not yet, at least. Maybe not ever. She would just do what she was best at, for now, at least.

"Possible. Very possible."

And he goes quiet again. Because he's thinking. Sometimes he 'thinks out loud', but usually only when he thinks no one is listening.

Good, she understood the gravity of his words. At least she was learning.

"What about these other places? Are they sentient too?"

If there was one thing Rose was proud of, it was her adaptability, to the point that she didn't even know of it.

"Not sure," she admitted. "I only skimmed the hierarchy cult thing, because it sounded weird but I think it didn't say. Supposedly at the tier Nautilus is at, you might become a place, if you get too preoccupied with a concept, like Nautilus' is change. But then I don't know about the others, so I think they might just be remnants of what other people created as refuges."

Right... that... went entirely over the Doctor's head.

"I'm going to have to read that file more carefully."

Because: WHAT?

She nods. "Yeah, it's way weird." But just in case, she pulls up the funny version, because it's clearly the best one, and slides it over to the Doctor.

"I think though, if Kalliste and Helix, that's the other main cities people hang out at -- are awakened, or whatever, then they don't dig the chaos as much and maybe it makes them more boring." A shrug.

XD No worries I think

kk thanks XD

XDDD Also sorry for Rose except only a little sorry lol

She's fine XD

YOU SAY THAT AND YET.....

Okay, well I'm def. apping at least. Since I got it done, I should just submit it.

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay >:3333

Thought that'd make you happy. They accepted the Reserve, so I assume he's appable.

Excellente >:333 /steeples fingers/

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