First Person (entry type): It's Tony's birthday tomorrow. Can you believe that? Can't even keep track of his age when I'm not traveling across realities or time. Still strange, though. Never had a sibling, never thought I would. Better than the Doctor's doing, though. Keeping track of birthdays is apparently a terrifying step in domesticity to take. Who knew, yeah?
Anyone want to pass on birthday wishes? Writing up a general 'birthday wishes' card for all the people in Torchwood he's not old enough to know the names of yet, so I can stick yours in with it, if you want. Oi, that means you, too. You know who you are.
Did I miss anything ground breaking across the great...nexus thing yesterday? Cos there was nothing to miss in that bloody jungle I got stuck in all day. Catch me up.
Third Person: She...never expected to see another reality again. No...no, that's not true. She probably always expected something would come up. She'd been dealing with parallel realities so long, it seemed almost as strange as not seeing the Doctor anymore not to see them, and she had the Doctor with her now, every day. It was only a matter of time before she found a way across universes again.
She just...hadn't expected it to be in the form of kidnapping by a random reality-hopper skipping through her universe. She might have even turned down the offer to go and see her home universe again if she'd been given a chance to say anything but 'what?'. After all, the only proof she had that she'd ever get back was that she couldn't seem to stay in this universe no matter how much she tried...and she had a life and a Doctor she wasn't willing to abandon in Pete's World.
But then again, apparently 'choice' was another one of those things missing when reality hopping was involved. She was as battered by the tides of reality as the Doctor was by the tides of time, tossed between the two universes without any real choices involved...and sometimes just to spite her.
Yet, she couldn't say she was unhappy to see this world again, untouched and pristine as if the Daleks never kidnapped it at all. It had all the fortitude that the Doctor loved it for. The thought that she could share that view as an outsider earned a small, wry smile. She'd seen so many realities, and split her lifetime up so much between these two, she didn't really belong to either anymore. But it was never the universe that made it feel like home.
Which brought her to the point she was here at all. After a moment, she fished out her superphone from her pocket, and glanced up into the sky. She had a long overdue call to make.
Rose Tyler | Doctor Who | 12/12
Anyone want to pass on birthday wishes? Writing up a general 'birthday wishes' card for all the people in Torchwood he's not old enough to know the names of yet, so I can stick yours in with it, if you want. Oi, that means you, too. You know who you are.
Did I miss anything ground breaking across the great...nexus thing yesterday? Cos there was nothing to miss in that bloody jungle I got stuck in all day. Catch me up.
Third Person: She...never expected to see another reality again. No...no, that's not true. She probably always expected something would come up. She'd been dealing with parallel realities so long, it seemed almost as strange as not seeing the Doctor anymore not to see them, and she had the Doctor with her now, every day. It was only a matter of time before she found a way across universes again.
She just...hadn't expected it to be in the form of kidnapping by a random reality-hopper skipping through her universe. She might have even turned down the offer to go and see her home universe again if she'd been given a chance to say anything but 'what?'. After all, the only proof she had that she'd ever get back was that she couldn't seem to stay in this universe no matter how much she tried...and she had a life and a Doctor she wasn't willing to abandon in Pete's World.
But then again, apparently 'choice' was another one of those things missing when reality hopping was involved. She was as battered by the tides of reality as the Doctor was by the tides of time, tossed between the two universes without any real choices involved...and sometimes just to spite her.
Yet, she couldn't say she was unhappy to see this world again, untouched and pristine as if the Daleks never kidnapped it at all. It had all the fortitude that the Doctor loved it for. The thought that she could share that view as an outsider earned a small, wry smile. She'd seen so many realities, and split her lifetime up so much between these two, she didn't really belong to either anymore. But it was never the universe that made it feel like home.
Which brought her to the point she was here at all. After a moment, she fished out her superphone from her pocket, and glanced up into the sky. She had a long overdue call to make.