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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]

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.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Confusion!]

. . . What do you mean by that, "do without you"?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'll be gone, Doctor. Because we're still in separate realities. I'll be in mine, and you'll be in yours. But the more time we spend with each other, the more they'll merge, and when they merge completely, I'll be back.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[looking a bit upset by that. D8]

Doesn't seem like you're particularly surprised. So this happens often, then? Around here, or to you, maybe.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Awww. Handporn will make it better?]

Just around here. Hasn't happened to me yet.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[It just might. D: Squeezing her hand.]

. . . So I'll just have to wait and see what happens, you're saying?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Squeezes back]

Pretty much, yeah. If I am your Rose, though, we just have to spend a lot of time together for the realities to merge.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Spend time together? Oh, I've no idea how I'm gonna manage.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Might be difficult, with how much you hate me.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oi, I wouldn't call it hate.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Strong dislike? Loathing?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh. Unadulterated, even.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

For my face, my voice, and my clothing?

God, it's a wonder how you manage to live with me.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Let's just say I loathe it all.

Oh, but it's not nearly as bad as you loathe me, I'm sure.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can't stand you.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I knew it! I always had that little nagging feeling.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I've been good at hiding it.