notthedoctor | IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

no! im not giving it to him he has his own! /I/ wanna wear it!

but then my nice leather jacket will have Rose germs

who's going to dry clean that out? who?

>:(

>:(

you can clean it

what are those random symbols supposed to be?

[He might be suspecting something about now.]

why are you with Dean? Dean who?

they're unhappy faces. >:(

dean winchest
er

winchester

why are you with dean winchest er winchester

youre a little focused on the chest part here

dean winchester

no his name is ~~dififc~~ tricky. Hes pretty fit and hes got a leather jacket. i want one so can i borrow yours? pretty pleaaaaseee?

rose tyler

you want me to give you my leather jacket so you can go be with a human with a leather jacket too?

what do you mean be human i am human

.............. ew

no. stop that. why would u think that i just want to have a cool lether jaket too.

[Still drinking through the texts? Maybe.]

ive already let you wear my leather jacket once

I swear

that hasnt happened for me yettttt

so you gotta let me wear it or youll make a parodox

fate of the world

i gotta wear the jacket

you already wore the jacket

I got pictures

why dont you wear the doctor's tweed nightmare?

[Unfortunately, it's a good twenty minutes until he'll hear anything from Rose. And if he answers the call, he'll hear why: she found the jukebox. It's very distracting.]

Theta.

[Rose, it is evil to call someone who may or may not have crawled into bed. It is even more evil to blast jukebox music at them upon waking up. Loki House knew peace for the fifteen minutes he was asleep!]

Rose.

Rose, why are you calling me? What is that noise?

[Oh, for shame. Is it really that late? It isn't like he's never woken her up in the middle of a sound sleep in all her time on the TARDIS or anything. Psh, no, never.

And yes. The music is rather loud.]

Tha's the Blue-- What is it? [There's a drowned out voice from somewhere in the distant.] Blue Oyster Club. I thought you liked rock music, mister?

[Theta would like to point out that he was an innocent hand then! All he ever did was make his Rose breakfast in bed. Sure, it was more than a little burnt, but he tried!]

Blue Oyster Cult, and I do like rock music, but not that one. 'Don't Fear the Reaper' is much better.

Where are you? [More importantly] Rose, have you been drinking?

That's the one. [Cult, club. Same thing, wasn't it? And hushup, same memories- it totally counts.]

We already listened t'that one. [There's the sound of liquid and what might be an audible cringe- but nothing noteworthy.]

The Roadhouse. And whatchu mean been? Pretty sure I still am. [Okay. Maybe a little noteworthy.]

[Totally does not count! This Rose had no idea what it was like to wake up to a Theta beside her! Or to have him bringing her something interesting he found because he thought she could use cheering up.]

Rose, I don't remember you handling alcohol well.

[A more troubling thought on the tail of that.] You have someone to take you home, right? You're not alone?

[Well that doesn't make it her fault, you know. She's had enough inherent upset over being stuck in farthest back timeline. Or had been, until the Eighth face of him arrived. She'd not had the privilege of experiencing anything yet. The best she'd had, was destroying the last of the Daleks, and finding herself about to be abandoned in the wrong universe once more, unawares to what was being left with and for her.]

Mm, no, but I couldn't sleep. [It's said offhandedly, as if on purpose.]

I was gonna walk back. S'not that far, I don't think. Twen'y minutes? Yeah, like that.

[Not her fault, no, but Theta is always aware of her not being -his- Rose. It's something he reminds himself of each time he sees her.]

Why couldn't you sleep?

I can meet you if you like. Make sure you get home.

[Like he's going to not do this. He might have to spy from shadows, but he'll make sure she gets home.]

[A thing she's reminded of by everyone, actually. That she's not the right Rose. Not at the right timeline, not far enough ahead. Not so fun for either of them.]

Cause o'the curse. [Like it should be obvious.]

You wanna walk me home, sir? [The sound of cheek is in her tone.] Isn't it past your bedtime?

[How often he wishes he were, but that would be taking advantage of her. The decision must be Rose's.]

Curse?

[He's confused, but he's always confused. Theta is the poster child for going with the flow.]

Oi! I don't have a bedtime.

Rose, I can't let you walk by yourself. You might get hurt or someone take advantage. I just have to find where this Roadhouse it.

The curse that's going 'round. How come I'm the only one of my friends that got it? [Can you hear the whine in her tone? She can't.]

You do too- you sounded like you was in bed jus' as I called, y'big liar.

[She doesn't sound miffed though. In fact, quite the opposite.]

I'll just foward you th'directions I got from Dean. [/send send send] That's where it is. Not sayin' I can't fend for myself, are you though? Cause I'm pretty sure I could bully anyone who tried anythin' funny with me-- Shu'up Dean!

[He may or may not be laughing at her in the background. But it's an ongoing joke okay.]

Which one is this? Lots of things going around.

[He's thinking more the bad cold everyone in Loki House seems to have.]

Rose, your accent is showing.

[A small tease even as he's slithering out of bed and getting dressed. The directions are appreciated even if Theta's ability to follow them are doubtful.]

Why isn't Dean taking you home? He was the one that got you drunk, wasn't he?

[Because his Rose never went out and got drunk. Unless it was with him and Jack. Okay? Okay. Let him keep his illusions.]

Husha, you. [Her accent is always showing. Just a little moreso like this. But she will readily deny it all she likes.]

The security curse one. Makes m'insides a nervous wreck- can't sleep or eat. S'completely awful.

[And there's a laugh from something said just out of range, the switch of music and a shout from Rose- at least it's not right up against the mic.]

He's 'bout as pissed as I am! He's crashin' here, but I want m'own bed. Don't wanna give 'im the wrong idea after already sayin' no. He's a nice boy-- Yes I said boy! He suggested I drink t'calm my nerves an' put me t'sleep!

[Oh she's never been drunk in Asgard before. Certainly not. But it's been ... a stressful past few days.]

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