Case Ten: Tempus Fugit. TARDIS Fugit.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

March already? Soon we'll be --

[the writing stops because it's interrupted by a vwooorp vwooorp vwoooorping and WIND and ... a coffee mug being dropped on the floor :<

dictated;]

What the bleeding hell is that?

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[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

[peek at the scanner and SIGH. still no town ... ooops. right, poke head out, apologize, get back, enter new coordinates and GO. bounding down the ramp and opening the door a little]

Sorry about th- [.... ZOMG WTH O.O]

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[re: Rose's reaction to him, re: TARDIS]

That would be about right, yes.

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

[totally gobsmacked cos WTH HE LOOKS LIKE THE DOCTOR!]

... who are you?!

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[yeah, a liiiittle confused, since, y'know, she's the one that just materialized in a blue box in HIS room ... but there's a notion for the reason]

Peter Carlisle. [heeeeadscratch, biting at the tip of his tongue] And I'm to assume you're a friend of the Doctor's, yes? [cheekily] Unless this is always how you react to good-looking men, then by all means, continue. [totally just messing around >>]

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

[still staring cos SERIOUSLY NOW, HE LOOKS LIKE TEN O.O]

... [oh right, words ... it would be good to start using them again] Yeah. The Doctor. And me. Yeah.

[O.O bit of a headshake like it'll get her to refocus] I'm Rose Tyler.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[a little antsy under that stare; he scratches at a sideburn before smiling at her -- not too sure about trying to shake her hand, so he nods to her] Nice to meet you, Rose. [stepping towards the TARDIS curiously, though, because he likes to poke around by nature, squinting up at the lighted sign]

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

[still somewhat aksmaldsk at his appearance and such but then she's noticing what he's looking at]

The whole 1950s police public call box is a disguise that uh ... stuck once the circuit broke and it's been this way since cos it can't be fixed. Or so the Doctor says. I know he could fix it, he just hasn't.

[affectionate look at the TARDIS] I love it.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[he puts his specs on, yay nearsightedness]

Certainly inconspicuous, this. [pats the wooden corner] And sturdy. ['riiight' sort of eyebrow raise]

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

[asknaldmsk staring a bit again cos WTH HE HAS SPECS TOO?!]

Well no one really ever gave it a second glance so I suppose so yeah. [leaning on the doorframe, which nudges the door further open]

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[lawl >>]

Odd. I know I'd notice it. Can't imagine anyone with half their wits about them who wouldn't. [-- distracted by door opening]

[traveling-rose.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised.

[... hee, gaging his reaction]

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

[stepping back around to look straight-on through the door before -- look of pain, look of pain, ow]

Shit.

[o hai, coffee mug :<]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

...Did a TARDIS just land in your room?

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

If that's what that intruding bit of anachronism is, then yeah, one just did.

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

Oh!

It's a TARDIS.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

I've seen that, yes. Piloted by a very surprising twenty-year-old.

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

Oh. Rose?

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

Aye, that'd be her.

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

I thought it might be. She's supposed to be fantastic so I can't say I'm surprised she's piloting the TARDIS around. I assume it's her Doctor's.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

... Brr. Did it just get colder in here, or is it just me?

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry?

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

-- Nothing. So, um, d'you figure you're going to be busy anytime in the near future?

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think so. The Master usually has my own Doctor quite occupied.

[hollowlegs.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, I'd be glad to take up space until he's available again. Figured I'd ask you about dinner.

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

Oh, your invitation? I'd be delighted to.