Much Ado About Nothing

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[And we see Rose appear on the plane, dressed like this, because, apparently, even though she's busy with saving the universe, Jackie Tyler still likes to force her to go to parties. Yay Jackie]

Someday, I really hope she learns there's a time and a place. I haven't met an alien so far that's intimidated by a girl in a pink dress wearing angel wings. [Siiiiiiigh] Not to mention the whole.....well....thing that's going on.


((Edited! Because I forgot that she's technically going through the events of Turn Left right now. This is just a little detour.))

Comments

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

That it's very you?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

In what way is it very me?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Dunno, really. It just...is.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, that's a good answer.

[Buut letting the matter drop in order to poke at the wings again. ADD get.] What's the occasion, anyway?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Is that a physical poke?] Dunno, really. I haven't been around home lately, so I have no clue why she's throwing a party this time. It's a good excuse to dress up and not run around with Torchwood all day, though.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Indeed it is! Pokepokepoke.]

Sounds like you're keeping busy, at least. What's on the queue now? Defending the Earth, rescuing helpless aliens? Wild goose chases?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[This amuses her]

Donna, actually.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Pokepokepokepokep-- er, stopping now.]

. . . Donna?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Donna.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . What's happened so far?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to convince her to come with me, back to UNIT.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[a bit dryly] Sounds like a party. How's that going?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

All right, I guess. You already know, though, don't you?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I only know what I've heard, and even then it was sort of vague. Like telling someone a dream you've already half-forgotten.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Maybe you're not supposed to know, then. Ever think of it that way?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, sure, 'course I have, but it's in the past for me. Don't really run the risk of spoilers, see?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

So you want me to tell you, then?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't really ask, but you seem as though you're itching to tell someone.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm not, really.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Alright, have it your way, then!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Alright, I will.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[For a bit, looks like he wants to press the topic further, buuut-- he's totally preoccupied with those wings, lulz, so much so that he'll be circling behind her to get a better look at them. :3]

So, what, was it a costume party or something?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. You and your ADD]

It was, yeah.

There's not something wrong with the way I look, is there?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What? No! No, not at all. I was just curious.

They're sort of-- cute. Sort of.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess sort of cute is better than repulsive or "Rose, you should never wear this ever again, it makes you look like a cow."