005--What d'you mean "I'm different?"

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Rose is unusually bouncy]

Oh my god. This afternoon, yeah? I had the most amazing chips when I was out with Mickey. He bought me lunch for some reason, and those chips were absolutely sinful.

Speaking of Mickey...funny boy. Fit, too. Absolutely hilarious. Him and that gorgeous blonde friend of his, Jake. They tell the funniest stories. Positively knee-slapping.

((SHE'S BEEN POSSESSED BY AN ALIEN))

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[just stares at her] Stop looking through her mind! [that's it >/ time to whip out the screwdriver] I'm asking you again. Leave Rose.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Looks thoughtful] That's a screwdriver, or at least that's what Rose's memories say. [Taps his nose]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[nope, still serious mode >/] Oh yes, it is. But it can do a lot of things, Cher. I want Rose back.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Why? She's boring. I'm much more exciting. I like it in here. Do these pants make me look fat?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I don't care if you like it. That isn't your decision to make. Now get out of her!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You're sort of cute when you're angry.

Funny, I didn't expect anyone to care this much.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Rose is very important to a lot of people.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Is that so? [Sidling up to you, now, Doctor] Are you sure? I'm much more exciting.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[HE'S ONCE AGAIN HOPING HIS SCREWDRIVER IS THREATENING] I'm positive. If you won't leave her voluntarily... [frowns, then nods] You're coming to the TARDIS for a brain scan.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[IT'S NOT] You're not scanning me. Ooohhhhh, no. Definitely not. Not until I do some housecleaning, anyway. And I get these split ends taken care of.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[exasperated; NEW APPROACH] ...There's a nice bathroom on the TARDIS. We'll go there and you can take care of her split ends.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[OOOOH, very interested] Brilliant. Let's go. Hurry up, get a move on, to the end of the rainbow and all that jazz.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[GREAT SUCCESS] We're going now.

[TIME SKIP AND ASTRAL PLANE JUMP AND UH WHATEVER ELSE TO THE TARDIS, Y/Y?]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Y! BUT SOFT, WHAT LIGHT THROUGH YONDER WINDOW BREAKS? IT IS THE EAST, AND ROSE/CHER HAS JUST TRIPPED AND BROKEN HER ANKLE, OOPS]

--ow!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[stares at her] Oh you're kidding. [bends down over her, frowning] How did you trip?? Honestly. [offers his hand] Here, I'll help you walk.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Takes his hand] There was a stick. [Points] A BIG stick. Anyway, look! A chance for us to get closer.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[mutters as he helps her up] A big stick... [sighs and keeps an arm around her waist to support her] Keep the weight off that foot. [going into the TARDIS now~]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

What happens if I put weight on the foot? [Tries it, because Cher isn't the brightest crayon in the box] --ow.

Hold on. It's bigger on the inside.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[gives her a 'no duh' look] Yes, it is. Much bigger. Anyway, lets get this ankle taken care of, eh? Medical bay is down this way. [and now they get to hobble down the hallway]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Rose's memories say her bedroom is just through there. [POINTS DOWN A HALLWAY] --also, that she's very angry with me for hurting her. Oooh, Rose, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Hm? Oh, yeah, it is. And tell her I'll be fixing it up. [INTO THE MEDICAL BAY] Sit on the table. [starts rummaging around for the first aid kit]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

--you don't want to know what she says back. She's in nasty mood. No clue why. [Sits on the table]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[so tempted to eye roll] I can't imagine, either. [looking through the first aid kit and frowns] Where's the nanogenes packet? ...Oh, right, I used that last one. Hm. [grabs a scanner off another table, tuning it carefully and points it at her back so she won't know!] Hang on a tic... [blinks, holding the scanner behind his back] ...You're a fairy?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

How'd you know that?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a lucky guess. You strike me as fairy-like. [still messing with the scanner. now he just has to tune it right to evict her from the big brother house]