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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oh, this. This. Is. Gorgeous.

No, really, I mean it. I've seen a lot of things -- more things that you'd think I ever would, given my youthful and altogether handsome appearance, -- but this place. Brilliant! So flash! So shiny! Well, they're stars, how could they not be shiny? Although, strictly speaking, stars are more luminous than shiny. But you can't use luminous in an interjection. Too many syllables. Can't be spouting off exclamations of surprise if it takes more than a second. Wouldn't really be surprised, then -- it'd sound too premeditated to be genuine.

So! The shop's the gateway, yeah? Never seen it before today, and I'd figured I'd gotten used to this version of London by now. Still, always did like a little shop, but it feels a bit wrong that it'd be used for sinister purposes like this -- after all, I can't really see this as being positive, the whole kidnapping and displacing thing. I guess you really can't ever trust a salesman. Or a saleswoman. Or a salestwin, as the case might be.

But right, anyway! Sinister little shop leading to a mysterious planetarium taken to an extreme scale? I might be new to this universe, still, but I'm reasonably sure this wouldn't be considered normal.

Now, who wants to offer an explanation before I call for back-up? And you might want to be quick about it -- I like calling for back-up.

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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and sits]

You sure? It's all a little confusing.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, you could be, but you don't remember me, in which case I can only assume you're not.

See?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Makes sense, yeah.

Did you say you're in parallel London with me, though?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I am. Working with Torchwood. Like you. Sort of.

. . . Only I'm not usually doing all that paperwork.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Sounds just like something you'd do, too.

...I've taken to hiding from the paperwork. Then again, that just makes the stack bigger.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, procrastination is a terrible habit, Rose Tyler. Should never pick that up.

Or, well, should put it off. No pun intended.

-- No, it sort of was intended.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Snrks in that "oh, Doctor" way] Good one, Doctor.

It's not really procrastination, is it, if I have a lot of better things to do, like stop alien invasions?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . No, I suppose it isn't.

'S my excuse, at least, if it helps at all.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

If it works, it works!

Losing it is always a good one, too.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Nah, doesn't work. They just print you out a new copy. No concern for trees, you lot.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

That's why I don't try the losing thing too often.

My favorite, though, is running out on meetings because I have invasions to stop. I hate meetings.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Haven't been to a staff meeting yet. Probably with good reason. Don't want to offend the board, after all, do I? Not unless it's important.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, if you're working with me, I'm definitely keeping you out of there for a reason.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Afraid I'll win them over with my good looks and effervescent charm?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Exactly. For the most part.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Or! Do you just not want me to show you up?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Even if you could, I wouldn't care.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oi, what do you mean "if I could"?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Show me up in Torchwood? Dunno, that's kinda hard.

Why are you working for Torchwood, then, instead of traveling?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I think I'll just have to show you.

. . . Because I can't. Not really, anyway. Sort of stuck.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Good luck with that.

...really? How'd that happen?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'll do my best.

I sent myself here. No TARDIS. Just me.

And when I say "I sent myself," I mean a version of myself -- well, the original me -- sent me here. With you.

. . . Although we're starting to get into spoiler territory.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

So you can't tell me, then, can you?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Not sure if I should.

On the one hand, you might not be my Rose and might actually be a Rose, in which case it wouldn't much matter.

But, you could be my Rose, just from a different time, before you know me, in which case I can't very well go blabbing and telling you what happens, in case it effects events, now can I?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

We'll find out soon enough, then, yeah? Because if I am your Rose, then I think you'll have to do without me until our realities merge enough so that we're both in the same time at the same place.