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At the sonic device, a screwdriver no less, Rose shut her mouth, thinking quickly. "How did you--? Those factories were destroyed, he put a banana grove there now instead." Or so he'd said, but Jack had also mentioned how the factories were destroyed, and while he'd been somewhat incredulous to the banana grove... he hadn't completely denied it outright either. It WAS a very Doctor-y thing to do.
Which meant only one thing. They had to be a Time Traveler, like Jack and the Doctor. Which also meant, that Danger sense was right all along. Bugger.
"I was warned about you," Rose stuck her chin up defiantly, possibly trying to prove her bravery to herself, more than River, or the Master, as River probably was. The Doctor said there weren't any Time Lords he wanted to see here, which meant, as far as Rose was concerned, River was almost definitely the Master. Possibly Rassilon but River hadn't been tyrannical about the tea... although a little about everything else, really, it could go either way. But since the screwdriver was the Doctor's go-to "weapon" of choice, it seemed more likely to be the Master.
"But that's all right, even if you kill me, I'll come back and get a chance to warn everyone else. You might be a top Time Lord where you're from, but that means very little here, yeah?" She was running on pure adrenaline now, ignoring her "run" instincts even though it was always what the Doctor would have told her to do, and fully into fight mode now. Which made her feisty enough for the rest. "And what kind of a name is 'The Master' or Rassilon anyway? Bit conceited, don't you think? At least the Doctor sounds like someone who just wants to help people. Because he does, you know. But I'm not telling you either way if he's here. So kill me and find out. And don't think you can hold me hostage either, because maybe he's not here," in which case how was she warned? But Rose didn't think about that part, "And maybe he is, but only cares about me like a shield, so there." Because if she was going to go down, she was going to go down verbally swinging.
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Or so honestly.
It would be several moments after Rose finished before she was able to speak again. That... that was just priceless. Okay, so she was a little insulted, but in a way it was almost flattering as well. She chose to be flattered. And amused. But honestly, this was going to tickle her for years yet. She just had to figure out the best way to use it when she told the Doctor. Because she would.... when the situation was right.
And that was going to be fun!
But for the moment, she had Rose. She stood, still chuckling. "A few things, I know he cares about you, Rose. That you will not convince me away from. But if he hasn't let you know that yet..." she watched her a moment, then shook her head. "No, he warned you, so he knows. He warned you about the Master, which makes sense, but to warn you about Rassilon... Well, in your own way, I suppose you answered my questions. He shouldn't even be thinking about Rassilon until closer to my time again, or well before yours."
She smiled a bit. "I meant what I said about protecting the Doctor, Rose. If Rassilon does show up, you get the Doctor clear, because that is one man he will not stop me from shooting, no matter how he feels about guns at the moment. Besides, I've always wanted to see what a Squareness gun would do to someone's kneecap."
Maybe not the Master, but most certainly a psychopath. Because right now, where she was from, given her last date with the Doctor.... yeah. Rassilon was more than a little bit of a sore subject for her.
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"No..." she shook her head, "I meant what I said about this being out of time..." Shouldn't the Master have sensed that? Or maybe he couldn't. Maybe the Doctor took the timesense more for granted or maybe--
"And dead people can show up here."
She bit her bottom lip in thought. "He could still have told me about them in my lifetime," she tried to argue, and shook her head again. "And I mean it... killing people won't do any good here. That's part of why even the dead can show up." More chewing the lip. "But I'll let you shoot him -- Rassilon, I mean -- before the Doctor can stop you, if you want. Especially if you're just gonna kneecap him or you know, try. Because like I said... they'd come back but... What'd he do anyway? The Doctor only said he was kind of tyrannical." But she imagined that any Time Lord could hold a grudge against such a thing.
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"Yes, you've said. Dead people can show up here, trust that I am well aware of that."
She sat back down and sipped her tea again. "I don't have to kill anyone," she said simply. "Besides, even if we were elsewhere it wouldn't be satisfying. I told you I am going to protect the Doctor, and I am. I am not a Time Lord, so you have no need to worry about that. I have my own way of getting around when I need to." She grinned a bit at that.
"I am a time traveler, though. Which is why I have to be very careful with what information gets back to the Doctor, when. I have to control how much he learns, so he doesn't learn anything too early." She could say that much, because she would say it to him within a half hour of his meeting her for the first time.
She gave a small wistful smile as she sipped her tea. "We keep meeting in the right order. But I suppose if it were easy, it would be boring." For him. She suspected half of what made him love her was that she almost always knew something he didn't. It drove him mad.
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She closed her eyes, hoping beyond hope again, that she wasn't making a big mistake in trusting this woman with even this much little information. "He is here," she puckered a cheek. "He says he's from my time, the 2012 London Olympics, yeah?" she wondered idly if River was a future version of herself, but quickly dismissed it. Even assuming Rose did grow up to stay that attractive, she doubted she could ever pull of the mysteriousness, even with herself, even knowing timelines were crazy, and she could just maybe remember it, and yet... No. After the fiasco with meeting herself as a baby and nearly causing the paradox to crash all of time and space, there was no way an older version of herself would want to talk long. "But I'm not sure he's being honest about that. I've always gotten into trouble before, but now he's like, ten seconds from thinking I'll get lost for good. And he was here a month before me, but I'm not sure even being stuck here without his TARDIS or anything familiar is enough for that." She wasn't sure it wasn't either, but such was the tricky nature of the Doctor.
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But she didn't know. Until she met him, she wouldn't know.
"I am not a Time Lord," she confirmed. "If the Doctor doesn't know what I am yet, I can't tell you," she said, apologetically. "But.. she smiled a bit. "You will most certainly be sharing him. Don't worry, two hearts, if we each get one that's still more than anyone else ever gets from him, yeah?" She was acting more flip, calmer. She didn't see it that way at all. But she had a feeling that was the right note to take to keep Rose from asking more than she could answer.
And the Doctor wasn't the only one... who lied about important things.
lmao I'm so sorry River
She stared into her tea and idly stirred it, thinking harder. Not a Time Lord, but certainly knew the Doctor and what he was. Past, future, present, but distant? River was definitely good at being opaque. To protect the Doctor, and thus all of space and time, wasn't it?
She stirred the tea more, thinking harder. "I don't want his heart," she mumbled quietly. "Or hearts. Either of them, yeah."
To be fair, Rose wasn't completely sure what she wanted either. Part of that taking life as it came thing. She wanted adventures. To take life as it came. She wasn't sure if that was asking too much or not.
But she was definitely not good at sharing the Doctor. She could barely do it with Jack, and even then it was only because... it was Jack. She loved Jack. And he'd have died for either of them or both of them, and she could have trusted Jack with anything in all of the universe. Even, begrudgingly, the Doctor.
Still, she hadn't really been able to share Mickey with the Doctor or vice versa. Their strange sort of rivalry-friendship notwithstanding, she'd asked him to take Mickey once, and then when he did take him along, it was almost to break them up even more. She was still sorry to see Mickey go, to see him take Ricky's place in her Dad's cyberman alternate universe, but... It had gotten simpler in some ways after that. Just her and the Doctor. And the TARDIS. Which wasn't here in Nautilus, but forever in Rose & the Doctor's thoughts and if they found her again... no. When they found her again, they'd travel again, surely.
Rose quietly sipped her tea, trying to focus on the sweetness instead of the bitter resentment the petty sides of her were trying oh so desperately not to hold onto, and failing miserably.
Her first night in Nautilus, the Doctor had refused to even let her of his grip, and had fallen asleep right on her shoulder, and it wasn't like Rose thought it would stay that way forever but...
She couldn't pretend to know how to handle this particular turn of events.
"What if he doesn't recognize you?" she asked softly, sipping her tea, but studying River just beneath her lashes.
The Danger sense hadn't left yet, but she was pretty sure if the Doctor knew River... if he wanted to give her his heart, er... metaphorically speaking; it better not be literal or Rose would bite her throat out -- then that wouldn't be much up to Rose.
Adventures. She'd finally found the adventures she'd always longed for, the romantic sense of danger, of living a better life, and...
Okay, so she wasn't willing to give that up just yet. But she'd figure something out.
It wasn't like they were...
Not like...
Rose folded her arms on the table and rested her head in them, completely unabashed by the obvious weakness she was displaying in front of the possible enemy.
Girlish foolishness. She'd gotten out of school early, gotten engaged to Jimmy Stone for the stupidest of reasons; because he was a rocker in a band, and she really believed in him and his daft schemes, and that had worked out oh so fantastically when he ran off to Amsterdam with his new girlfriend, sorry, fiance: Noosh, and so Rose had missed her A-levels and all because it had seemed oh so adventurous at the time.
It wasn't right of her to lead on Mickey, especially not after spending a whole year under suspect for her murder, but she couldn't pretend she'd still felt the same after traveling the stars, after finding the adventure she'd always craved, couldn't pretend that doing anything else wouldn't just be settling, denying what she really wanted, in order to try to satisfy everyone else but herself.
She took a deep breath, sat up with a resigned expression, and chugged the rest of her tea in one go like it was a shot glass.
She wasn't going to pretend that it could work out. Her and the Doctor, forever and ever, like Rose wanted. Time Travel, and yet... He was a crazy old space alien and she was... the one and only Rose Tyler, that was who. And she'd be damned, if she'd ever feel inferior to a brave, wonderful, but daft git in a box and --
No, but seriously. He was 900-something years old, and his body changed and... well, he was actually running out of regenerations, wasn't he?
So...
No wait, that wasn't the point.
The point was, it was up to the Doctor. And Rose sure as hell wasn't going to fight over who loved the Doctor more, not with anyone, because that was just ridiculous. She could never be in another person's head, and more importantly... The Doctor would be so very unlikely to allow himself to fall in love with a human because of all the messed up complications, and really, really, all Rose wanted was to spend the rest of her life on adventures and protecting him because he protected everyone else ever, and so few people ever even knew it, and that was just too sad, and someone had to protect him, even from everything whether it was daleks, or loneliness, or his own good intentions. Except what if someone actually could do that after Rose was gone? No, Rose would never leave.
She clenched her hands tightly on her tea mug only to discover with some disappointment: she was out of tea.
Oh right, she'd drank it all in one go.
Rose got up to get some more.
Oh wow
"We never meet in the right order, I've always known that the day will come when I will look into that man's eyes, and he will look into mine, and he will see a stranger. But the only thing that will change is how much I can tell him."
She leaned back pushing away the pain. Because that day had come already. But in the end... in the end he wanted to save her. Not just the way he wanted to save everyone. That look in his eyes, while he tried so desperately to reach her, to reach his sonic, to buy just a little more of the one commodity that they both knew could never be infinite. Time.
She was a confusion then, a puzzle, someone he wanted to save and couldn't, someone he wanted to figure out and couldn't. That was the first moment he had looked at her, with that face, as though she were worth saving. And that, she realized in those final seconds, was the foundation of his feelings for her. That moment. Because she had always been the mystery, the puzzle.
"He asked me once, or will ask me, time lines depending, if he could trust me." She smiled a bit, soothing herself with the pleasant memory. She got up to help Rose with the tea. Jackie might have solved everything with tea, but Amy was more of a red wine sort. Still, River could drink tea.
Poor River :<<<<< /hugs her even though Rose won't yet :T
It was ironic in a way. The Doctor didn't usually ask if he could trust Rose. And she'd never had to ask him either. She probably should have had more doubts than that. Running off with a madman for ages just because he offered and...
And yet, Rose had never doubted him. Even when she had no idea who or what he was, even when she asked Mickey to borrow his computer to find out about him, and met with a strange nutter from the internet who warned her that the Doctor always brought death with him...
It was because he'd sacrificed himself, risked himself twice to save her life without even thinking of his own. Even when he was in the midst of reincarnating, all she had to do was ask him for help and he was there. Her Doctor.
She couldn't have explained to anyone why it was so important to her to protect him. It was just what she wanted to do. Who she was. She'd do anything, and that was that.
The mutual trust.
She wondered idly if she'd ever accidentally hurt him. If it mattered. If he'd be jealous as she teased him about learning to dance with Jack, and that was why he insisted on teaching her himself personally. Even when Jack tried to cut in, the Doctor had refused, and oh how she'd laughed.
She felt small and girlish again, wishing that the Doctor was there so she could take his hand. Give it a small squeeze, remind him it would all be okay. Because whether the TARDIS was there or not, she was still there, no matter what.
"I guess, if you want his heart... That's a sort of question that gets asked, yeah?"
Rose wouldn't know. She'd always kind of recklessly let her heart fall where it would. Adventure. Mickey, Jay, Jimmy, back to Mickey, the Doctor?
"He's your boyfriend," the doctor had said of Adam Mitchell, promptly after he passed out.
"Not anymore," she'd replied back easily, stepping over him on the way to adventure.
She'd been pursued, had people try to win her heart, but usually for her body, or status, or in Mickey's case: familiarity. She still worried she all but imprinted onto him when he was a child. Mickey was... great. A great boyfriend. And she hoped he found real happiness one day, whether in her Dad's universe or another one. Although even now, there was a small mix of guilt and jealousy in there. She had no right to be jealous over him and yet...
"I never really thought about it," Rose stirred her tea with a straw and sipped some quietly. "Well no, I mean I thought about it, yeah," she face palmed. "In an embarrassing day dreamy sort of way, but not --"
He'd told people in Nautilus they were married. Not that Dirk believed him at all, which was funny as hell, but still. He'd even concocted some crazy story that she had a crush on him in the 5050 London University, fell in a pond because she was distracted by her crush and he'd had to fish her out and dry her off and take her out for dinner.
It was cute.
Absurd.
Very Doctor-y.
She didn't completely know how to handle it.
Actually, she didn't really want to handle it. Just take it as it came. And that, she enjoyed very much.
She sipped her tea through her straw again. "Our first date," she'd still call it that forever, and since the Doctor did too either because he used her lingo or thought of it that way; Rose wasn't inclined to stop just yet. "He took me to see the end of my planet, hit on a tree-lady, and then we got chips." And some other stuff in between, and she'd almost died, though that was hardly anything to do with the date, just incidental because even millennium later, people never changed, and some were still selfish, and Cassandra was... Not all bad. Just really hadn't been helped to do better before. And anyone could be like that. Even if Rose couldn't stand her pure-blood human notions. She grinned wryly to herself. Rose couldn't even handle sharing the title of last human.
Share the Doctor's hearts?
It wasn't hers to share. His time though...
No, she wanted all of that. Oops.
"He tells people 'round here that I fell in a pond at university because I was distracted by my crush on him, and that's how we met." Well, it was more romantic than the actual dramatic version of events, but she liked the dramatic version. It was real. She liked hearing his silly story version too though. A life neither of them had -- that they knew of. Then again, with infinite universes, who knew?
"But that's his ego, yeah? All guys seem to think girls' lives revolve around them. So it's always about who likes him, never dealing with his own emotions. And if left to his own devices..." he would wander around trying not to go even more insane, carrying a briefcase, and doing who knew what with it. Still, he wasn't a dalek. Or a cyberman. Far from it. He knew fear. And embraced that and... And it made her sad and want to protect him so he wouldn't have to be afraid. Not of daleks, not of the Time War, not of his decisions, not of anything ever. "He'd run so far from his capacity to be with someone that even the TARDIS would never shake him out of it."
Somehow Rose had finished her second cup of tea without even realizing it. She blinked, and wondered if she should set the cup down and leave it alone or get another. She already might be a bit hyper later, especially with the adrenaline rush from earlier, but she wasn't sure she didn't need it yet, either.
She wanted to say something poignant to River. Something vaguely reassuring. Like "Go get him," or "Give it your best." But even assuming she wasn't the Master (which Rose was not 100% convinced of, nor would she be until she saw for herself the Doctor safe and better off for River's presence) or even just not a threat to the Doctor at all...
"He makes people better," she grinned softly. "Just by being around them, yeah?" Braver, stronger, more determined, focused, happier. "Do your best for him and I'll never say a bad word against ya, on my life, yeah?" Even if that meant River was going to shoot people the Doctor would rather she didn't. And clearly she'd have to keep a lot of secrets just in order to do her best for him, so Rose wouldn't begrudge her that either. She just hoped she'd never have to deal with even the idea of having a successor. She wasn't someone who could be followed up. Even Noosh with Jimmy Stone wasn't a Rose successor, Rose just felt like she was a Noosh-predecessor. Which was galling enough on its own, but even with whoever came after Rose with Mickey, because he would eventually move on, he'd have to, they wouldn't be her successor. She just hoped they were someone who made him happy. Their own person, but both of them would be better for having each other.
River's survived his not knowing who she is... oh no, wait.... she didn't survive that story now
River sat back, sipping her second tea, as she listened to all of that. Blimey the girl had a mouth. But that was fine by River. The more she spoke, the more River learned. She absorbed it all as she listened, her brain filtering parts of it around, sifting the information, molding it like clay. When Rose finally finished speaking, River replied, but not in any expected order. Where would the fun be in that?
"The way into that man's hearts has nothing to do with wanting it," she said, as she stirred her tea. "In fact, the more you want his love, the harder it will be to get it. That man loves people who keep him on his toes, people he needs to figure out, people who can keep up with him, and people who can pull him back from the brink when he walks too close to his own lines." She looked at Rose and smirked a bit, amused at the thought of his face when he learned Rose knew this tidbit. "It's why he loves you," she said, amused. She knew he loved most of his previous companions, though most of them didn't have the same sort of love. Certainly the Doctor felt differently about River than he did about Rory, though that could have been interesting... She leaned back in her seat again, aware that she had drifted forward. "That you want to protect him? That's more than I could have hoped. That man is better than anyone in leaping in with all he has, in over his head completely. That's why he should never travel alone. I can't be with him, not always. We'd destroy each other. But you... you can." she leaned forward to pat her hand. "Like I said, we'll have to share."
"We'll both do our best for the Doctor. Always. I never doubted that. What I am doubting, at the moment, his his sanity. By the way, if he ever wears a fez, feel free to mock him forever, he will deserve it. But that's beside the point." She smiled and leaned back again. "Anyone who knows him at all would know that story couldn't possibly be true. Oh, they won't doubt his affections, if they see you two together, unless it suits him to have them doubt. But really? He would fall for someone because they fell in a pond, staring at him?" Even if he did wind up marrying someone who started out as Pond. Interesting that he chose a Pond of all things, really.
She did think for a moment about their last date, holding it up against Rose's brief description of her first, then she frowned slightly. Where... did that diamond go? And would he actually answer if she asked? Probably not.
"He has an ego, everyone does. But his is hardly around who likes him," she finally said, thoughtfully. She thought he was, in some ways, right in his self opinion, and in others, far far off.
Demons Run.... when a good man goes to war.
But... what sort of good man.... could ever love a psychopath like her? When exactly did he make the shift, and why? It was something to try to figure out. All the stories she'd heard of the faces before the ones she knew so well.... He shouldn't love her. He shouldn't be able to. But now, she no longer doubted that he did. After that date, for the first time, she no longer doubted that he did.
Which was why she could be sure that he did love his other companions. That he did love her parents. It was oddly comforting, in its own way.
aslkdjalskjdalskjdasd :< oops
She doesn't even know what to say about the rest. Where to begin with any of it. "I don't... I don't know that I keep him on his toes... as you said. Other than that he has to try to keep me from getting killed or causing paradoxes." Not accident prone, but like the Doctor, her best intentions sometimes got in her OWN way really.
Whoever River really was, they seemed to have too much respect for the Doctor to be the Master. But knew him well enough that Rose wondered about that not-a-timelord thing. It wasn't a human version of the TARDIS, but hell if she knew what it was. Confusing, basically. She just figured she'd stop trying to figure it out explicitly, let it come as it would.
"He's not too badly insane here, yet. Even without--" his time sense, but more importantly, his TARDIS, but she wondered if it was dangerous to mention that. Maybe it was dangerous not to mention it. "Everything he'd like to have here. Room to travel more, yeah?" Since she'd tried to explain that already. "Everyone's said he's keeping busy with meeting everyone he could, yeah?"
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Still, she took the implication and ran with it. And everyone the Doctor cared about got ever so good at running. "Not too badly insane here...yet?" She arched a brow, seeming amused. She was actually concerned. What did she need to know?
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She hummed again, looking away, trying to figure out how much to reveal or not.
"There's no time here. Or there is, but it's all at once, and removed from the usual flow of time," she looked at River again, more seriously. "He said Time Lords are supposed to fix flaws in it, and that's... sort of the purpose of this place. To fix flows in twisted timelines and... I don't know how well he'll take to that. At all." What with the Time War and everything else. Yeah...
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Impulsive and rash? Yep. The brightest? Not always.
"This place is meant to fix them how?" she asked, all business now. If she found this out, before he did....
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"It's not this place, it's the people who come here. Who answer the call. Not that they always do, I guess some of them probably mess up or don't always want to, but that's the risk taken, yeah?"
Rose closed her eyes. It sounded almost like the Doctor in that way. Since not all of his companions or risks always turned out for the best, arguably.
So many long posts, and then.... this >.<
rofl ikr
"No."
And does her best to actually bend herself a cup of tea. Because that's the best way to make her point about this place. It might not be delicious, and it might be a little too much like her mother's, but not bad, refilling an empty tea cup with psuedo-brain-telepathic-magic, yeah?
"There's at least one hundred and fifty people here, all from different alternate universes or another. Everyone just... does what they want."
She gestured to her magic tea and sipped it. "All of them can travel to different worlds, other places, other universes... by earning the city's trust and getting stronger at Bending. Bending is name on the tin, bending the reality around you to your will. Takes practice, but gets easier each time. You have to be kind of centered into this place, really believe you're here and stop wanting to go home though, yeah?"
Which was why she had relatively low expectations for the Doctor's capacity to do that.
"Finding flaws is itself... pretty hard. Because not everyone agrees on what is a flaw. Imagine if there's an alternate universe where the Doctor is supposed to die, yeah? And the only way for time to continue there is for him to die. That's not the kind of thing you or I should probably be tasked with. In the history books here, there was a deva -- high level ascended bender -- who was obsessed with perfection and turned a couple places into glass. And Nautilus is supposed to be obsessed with change? So I guess you can take that flawlessness thing too far."
At least she doesn't point out that she's still not going to be too easy to share the Doctor with. Which is a weird sort of moment. She had invited people along before, and she was glad that Marinette was helping look after him and yet...
Well, that was another thing she didn't want to think too much about for now.
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She hesitated to trust Rose with this much, but she needed to make sure he wouldn't do anything stupid.
"Any place the universe needs some one like him to die... I'm close enough." She proved it in the Library, had offered herself on the Byzantium, though then she had trusted him to come up with another answer, and he had done just that.
But now she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, if someone needed to die, between her and him, she would be the one to step up. The worlds needed him, far more than anyone needed her.
"Don't let him be the one to chose. He'll always throw his lives away defending someone else. If that time comes, you hold him back, and I'll do what needs to be done to save him, and the time line. Agreed?" she asked, eyes serious, jovial nature gone. This was perhaps her best ally outside of the Tardis herself, in saving the Doctor.
This would also give her an idea of how far she could trust Rose.
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"That's how we actually met, yeah?" She still hadn't removed her hand from her face, because she wasn't technically supposed to tell people this much, but it was to see how much she could trust River too. And besides, even if River was a Time Lord or something, Rose still couldn't see what it would endanger. "He wanted to give this living plastic under the shop I worked that blew it up and kidnapped my ex-boyfriend a chance to live and surrender, and it captured him instead. And then when daleks came back via the emperor and mutating from humans, he still was just like 'Run for it Rose!' and tried to sacrifice himself without even thinking that there might be places and moments that still could use his help to rescue them." She was still a little bitter and salty and -- "It doesn't help that he thinks he's nearly immortal, but he isn't, is he."
She nearly bit her tongue with the urge to clamp her teeth shut HARD. Why had she said that? She'd rather people thought he WAS immortal and didn't try anything stupid, because aside from which, Rose was going to try very hard to make him immortal or close to. "Well, he is here. Basically. We all are." Unless they gave up the will to live or were overpowered by someone else's will but there was no way Rose would allow that, ever.
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She leaned back, "and we can't let him play with what death does and does not mean in this place like it is his shining new toy. He will want to. Unable to travel and leave, if he truly is unable, he will try to poke at the core aspects of this place, he will want to figure everything out. That is where you and I come in."
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"How do you really like your tea?"
It's relevant because...
"Because you calculate more than I can, more than I'm ever willing to bother with, yeah?"
Rose closed her eyes and leaned back. "I'll do anything to help him." But she didn't want to get tricked. Didn't want to think she was helping while all she was doing was leading them into a trap. Didn't want to hurt him with the oh-so human arrogance of thinking she knew what was best for him, while she actually had no idea. "But I never know that will be until later. If I don't take things as they come, he'll just mess up. His own plans will be so coordinated, that if I don't improvise it, go on instinct, then it'll just get in his way. And I trust him."
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But on to more serious matters. "I trust him too. Some days, he even trusts me. But I will tell you one secret..." she leaned forward. "He is only half again as clever as he thinks he is, and most of his plans are made just that way. Let him talk, let him do his thing, and be already to jump in when it seems right."
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warning, distracted tagging, studying.
No worries! Go study! /gently nudges
"I don't think he'll ever get the hang of bending," Rose explained, closing her eyes and trying to make a bottle of wine for River. She failed though and wound up with an almost mangled vase with red colored water in it. Do not drink. "Well, maybe. Telepathy and all that, so once he stops trying to break down the molecular levels and the impossibility of it all.... Maybe."
Rose frowned at the vase before trying again, this time using the vase as a base to mold into a bottle. Still, even that much exertion was tiring and she had to stifle a yawn. "It's a bit tiring too. Gets easier if you try not to create things out of thin air. Um. So there's chaos between the worlds, and that creates storms, and sometimes that infection, I mentioned earlier, yeah?" Another swallowed yawn, and Rose drank some more tea. "The storms can be a bit weird, all kinds of crazy effects. Turn people into animals, make them forget things for a week, turns them all flirtatious, what have you." She missed Jack again, he'd have really gotten a kick out of all of that. And just Nautilus in general, really.
"The more you ascend, the better you get at bending, and then you can travel all the worlds and fix flaws, mm, 'mentioned that too, I think, yeah?" She slowly started to recharge from her failed bending attempts and her eyes brightened, more alert. "Yeah. The Doctor's been mostly focused on the people here. Which is just as well." Because she worried most about him when he was alone, and he didn't even have the TARDIS for company now. "He's got quite a few friends, and he pretty much drilled me on who I should avoid. Bit paranoid, really." Though not without reason, even Rose would concede. She hummed quietly, "There's a library and museum, and we spend most of our time there." Surprising literally no one ever. "But this place..."
She paused and went into her cell phone to pull out a pair of maps. One of the city, but more importantly: this one. "Gravity, space, everything holding this place together is just from will. People wanting things to be this way either out of familiarity or sensibility or whatever. The world doesn't rotate around a star. The sun's daylight is like Earth's in Nautilus, but no one could tell you why. It has a night cycle, and again, no one could tell you why. That alone is enough to drive the Doctor a bit mad, yeah?" She makes a gesture around her ear. "'M still trying to get him to make a gadget or doodad to help with his time sense, but I think he said it's like being suddenly blind. So glasses can only go so far to restoring vision, they can't replace it entirely."
She puckered her cheek to the side. "Only, I'm pretty sure he can't sense it, because it's not in the universe anymore. Time is completely collided and meaningless here. It's all at once. So even if he says he's from the same time as me..." she shrugs. "That's why the dead can be here too. It's confusing."
What else, what else... "The West has a red sun and giant spiders and rivers of mercury. So... that's pretty high on my list of regions to avoid, yeah?"
A quiet hum and she ticked off her fingers, "Bending, Ascension, West, Kalliste, Chaos, Museum, Library, and the Doctor is a touch paranoid. More than usual. Possibly with good reason since all of time is at one. Yeah, I think that about covers it," she grinned.
Studied all day. Now... Now I RP! If.... I have any brain left.