[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.]
[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!]
[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?
[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.
[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?
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.]
[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.]
[Same reason she'd kept to hers, until a visit with her 'blanket' and Dean's invitation had drawn her out.]
Yeahhh, come 'n get me, I wanna go to bed. [She sounds like she's leaning more heavily on the phone, almost-but-not-quite muffling her voice.] We can hit up Barcelona t'morrow.
[Theta had kept his close, not allowing it to leave. It was resting now. A shame it hadn't been Rose that he had protected and regarded the world around as wanting to steal. The love of a Time Lord, even a half Time Lord and falsely made, could be a terrible thing.]
I'm on my way. Don't wander out with anyone! I'll be right there.
[And he's running through the streets, trying to find this place.]
[Bit of a shame, but then, maybe it was something that, much like the rest of their lives, was going to be something they had to work for? Would make sense, frustrating as it might be. Still, she sounds pleased enough to have him coming to fetch her.]
I'm not- Dean's practically sleepin' on the pool table-- Yes you are, you won't even go look for a bed, ya lazy wanker! --I'll wait up for you.
[Whoops, language. The place isn't tucked away or anything- quite out in the open, as a matter of fact. And Rose will be right where she said she'd be. With about two dozen empty shot glasses littering the counter top, should he actually bring himself in. The jukebox will still be playing, but something much softer- and Dean is quite verily passed out on the back sofa.
To be fair, they aren't all Rose's glasses, nor are they anything as potent as say, tequila.]
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Date: 2013-05-13 04:32 am (UTC)dean winchest
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winchester
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Date: 2013-05-13 04:39 am (UTC)youre a little focused on the chest part here
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Date: 2013-05-13 04:44 am (UTC)no his name is
dififctricky. Hes pretty fit and hes got a leather jacket. i want one so can i borrow yours? pretty pleaaaaseee?no subject
Date: 2013-05-13 04:59 am (UTC)you want me to give you my leather jacket so you can go be with a human with a leather jacket too?
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:06 am (UTC).............. 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.]
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:09 am (UTC)I swear
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:14 am (UTC)so you gotta let me wear it or youll make a parodox
fate of the world
i gotta wear the jacket
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:15 am (UTC)I got pictures
why dont you wear the doctor's tweed nightmare?
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:19 am (UTC)Theta.
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:22 am (UTC)Rose.
Rose, why are you calling me? What is that noise?
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:43 am (UTC)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?
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 05:47 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2013-05-13 05:51 am (UTC)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.]
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 05:56 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2013-05-13 06:02 am (UTC)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.
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 06:10 am (UTC)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.]
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 06:28 am (UTC)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?
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 06:36 am (UTC)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.
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 06:44 am (UTC)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.]
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 06:48 am (UTC)[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.]
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 06:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2013-05-13 07:07 am (UTC)[Theta has experienced the same, isn't sure what to do about it. This is one of the many reasons that he's kept to his room as of late.]
Do you want me to come get you? I can. I've got the directions. I can lead you back home. It's not Barcelona, but close enough.
[He's hoping a small joke will lessen things for her, calm her down. He knows that curse, restless and upset but he can go get her.]
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 07:16 am (UTC)Yeahhh, come 'n get me, I wanna go to bed. [She sounds like she's leaning more heavily on the phone, almost-but-not-quite muffling her voice.] We can hit up Barcelona t'morrow.
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 07:23 am (UTC)I'm on my way. Don't wander out with anyone! I'll be right there.
[And he's running through the streets, trying to find this place.]
voice
Date: 2013-05-13 07:27 am (UTC)I'm not- Dean's practically sleepin' on the pool table-- Yes you are, you won't even go look for a bed, ya lazy wanker! --I'll wait up for you.
[Whoops, language. The place isn't tucked away or anything- quite out in the open, as a matter of fact. And Rose will be right where she said she'd be. With about two dozen empty shot glasses littering the counter top, should he actually bring himself in. The jukebox will still be playing, but something much softer- and Dean is quite verily passed out on the back sofa.
To be fair, they aren't all Rose's glasses, nor are they anything as potent as say, tequila.]
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