yeah i met your 9th! 9th face. and your tenth. and i guess your 11th. but i met him here. you. him?
no he doesn't look old. he looks older. than you. or the tenth or the 11th. but not 900. nice older. i think you start aging backwards after him. or it looks like it.
[Yeah, so she hasn't done much talking to him. But she likes to stalk. Especially when she's trying to not panic over the fact that mister Knight in Shining Security Blanket isn't around. Or hadn't been. And stuff. B.S. reasons, mostly.]
he kind of looks like a tall 12 year old. sorry about that being your future.
a dream? why were you in my dream?
[Except. Hm. She does kind of remember it.]
dean is going to bed. do you know where the roadhouse is? what house are you in? do you wanna get coffee? is coffee open? i dunno, it might be. wanna get some?
oh the nightmares. i only kind of remember those. not so much mine. ........ i think i saw elevens too.
coffee or tea or both. more used to coffee now cause of torchwood hours. terrible hours.
and you should know that saying that makes me want to wander off on principle. except im not sure thats a good idea in my crrent state. so lucky for you.
It's your apparent current state that made me say it.
I'll be there soon. Don't get into too much trouble in the meantime.
[It wasn't too long after that he reached the Roadhouse. He approached her as casually as he could after what Theta told him about his future with her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark blue leather jacket.]
See? It didn't take me long at all. [He smiles.] Hello, Rose.
[And she does well enough. Dean's staying up- or around, just long enough to see her off. She's not quite drunk enough to not stand, but definitely getting there. Drunk enough to sleep soon. And to be fair, he knows a lot more about her future with Theta than she does. Which is saying something.]
Hello, Doctor.
[She really must inspect him when she's sober, at some point. Right now, it's done just so blatantly. Reaching up to touch the hair and oh, well. He had blue eyes, still. Was it really just the Tenth face that didn't?]
[It wasn't so much Theta's time with her that he spoke of, more of Nine and Ten. In fact, he seemed strangely quiet on the matter of his own time with her. And he wasn't all that explicit about what happened between her and his future selves, but he insinuated plenty. Enough to make him slightly unsettled around her.
He tilts his head to her hand, uncertainty making him quiet for the duration of the inspection. Eight really had no idea what to do, but he was one of the most open of the Doctors -- even more than Ten -- so the one thing he didn't do was completely shut himself down.
Finally, he held out his elbow to her, like a gentleman.]
There's a tea room that also offers coffee over in the Odin sector. It shouldn't be too far of a walk, and you seem steady enough.
[Oh, well she likes that. The elbow offer and the not shutting down, actually. It's been frustrating enough with how Eleven seems to live by such a code. Had he been the one to come get her, she might have gotten a bit peeved with him.]
I can walk. No problem. [She repeats the words in a terrible American accent, just to amuse herself. She'd been hanging out with Dean for three hours, after all. Might explain the hint of southern drawl, as well.]
Tea sounds better than coffee. My mum made an excellent cuppa... Oh, you hated her at first. Or you will.
[She's all tongue and cheek smiles now. Miss her mum as she may, it's more fun to dwell on the less-depressing thoughts right now. And Eight is ... A brand new Doctor to inspect. To gauge reactions from.]
[Hey, no, she's still taking that proffered elbow of his. She'd just been stating a fact, that's all.]
Y'both sort've grew on each other I think. T'be fair, you didn't make much of a great first impression. Thought you'd had me gone for twelve hours, when I'd ended up missin' for twelve months. They thought Mickey'd killed me!
[An odd topic to be laughing about, but hey. She's drunk. And in hindsight, it was pretty funny.]
[He grins down at her as she takes his arm anyway.]
Oh, I see! Well, yes, I can understand your mother being a bit upset about that. I really need to learn how to drive better, one of these incarnations...
[There's a curious tilt to his head as something caught his attention.]
[She seems half as focused on where they're walking- or where her feet are going, and looking back up to inspect this reverse-new Doctor. He's quite different than the others. Very different. But not in a bad way.]
Hm? [She clears her throat a bit, more out of necessity than avoiding the question.] Can't sleep well, past few days. Dean-o back there suggested I try drinkin'. 'Lot of medicines don't work much on me anymore thanks t'Torchwood. An' I haven't drank in ages, so I figured it'd knock me out pretty quick. Truth'll out when I get t'bed.
[Not that it really answers his question. Well, it kind of does.]
Yes, I suppose that wouldn't be very conducive to fixing one's body clock to help them sleep at better hours. Well, for a human...which I suppose we both are, now.
[He could have been much worse off here in Asgard than he is. He's been without the senses that deal with Time before, but then he had still been a Time Lord. The senses that had been burned away left a terrifying hole in him. With a human body, there was no hole. He's not supposed to have those senses in this form.
Eight moves to a table near the window and holds out a chair for her.]
Chamomile is always good for getting yourself to sleep, I've heard. Well, there are many other kinds, but I doubt they have Draconian teas here. They make fine teas.
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no he doesn't look old. he looks older. than you. or the tenth or the 11th. but not 900. nice older. i think you start aging backwards after him. or it looks like it.
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I'm not sure what happened a few weeks back, but I think we may have met. Sort of. In a dream.
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he kind of looks like a tall 12 year old. sorry about that being your future.
a dream? why were you in my dream?
[Except. Hm. She does kind of remember it.]
dean is going to bed. do you know where the roadhouse is? what house are you in? do you wanna get coffee? is coffee open? i dunno, it might be. wanna get some?
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Sigyn said it had something to do with Freya's grief. That's all I know, so far. I was in Eleven's dream as well, and it was extremely unpleasant.
[Yes. "Unpleasant" is the word for witnessing Gallifrey blowing up. Sure, Eight.]
I take it you need coffee. I could use a nice hot tea, but I'll take coffee in a pinch. I will meet you at the Roadhouse soon, then.
[The Roadhouse. Well, that explains the jumbled texts...]
Just don't wander off before I get there.
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coffee or tea or both. more used to coffee now cause of torchwood hours. terrible hours.
and you should know that saying that makes me want to wander off on principle. except im not sure thats a good idea in my crrent state. so lucky for you.
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I'll be there soon. Don't get into too much trouble in the meantime.
[It wasn't too long after that he reached the Roadhouse. He approached her as casually as he could after what Theta told him about his future with her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark blue leather jacket.]
See? It didn't take me long at all. [He smiles.] Hello, Rose.
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[And she does well enough. Dean's staying up- or around, just long enough to see her off. She's not quite drunk enough to not stand, but definitely getting there. Drunk enough to sleep soon. And to be fair, he knows a lot more about her future with Theta than she does. Which is saying something.]
Hello, Doctor.
[She really must inspect him when she's sober, at some point. Right now, it's done just so blatantly. Reaching up to touch the hair and oh, well. He had blue eyes, still. Was it really just the Tenth face that didn't?]
So cuppas. Dunno where we could get 'em.
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He tilts his head to her hand, uncertainty making him quiet for the duration of the inspection. Eight really had no idea what to do, but he was one of the most open of the Doctors -- even more than Ten -- so the one thing he didn't do was completely shut himself down.
Finally, he held out his elbow to her, like a gentleman.]
There's a tea room that also offers coffee over in the Odin sector. It shouldn't be too far of a walk, and you seem steady enough.
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I can walk. No problem. [She repeats the words in a terrible American accent, just to amuse herself. She'd been hanging out with Dean for three hours, after all. Might explain the hint of southern drawl, as well.]
Tea sounds better than coffee. My mum made an excellent cuppa... Oh, you hated her at first. Or you will.
[She's all tongue and cheek smiles now. Miss her mum as she may, it's more fun to dwell on the less-depressing thoughts right now. And Eight is ... A brand new Doctor to inspect. To gauge reactions from.]
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Well, I'd actually just meant to be chivalrous, but as you wish.
[Then she smiles and...well, then. His future made a hell of a lot more sense all of a sudden.]
I...ah...have never done very well with mothers. I take it we get along eventually?
[He starts strolling with her in the direction of the tea house, hands returning to his pockets.]
I hope I don't stay mad at her forever, if she makes an excellent cuppa.
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[Hey, no, she's still taking that proffered elbow of his. She'd just been stating a fact, that's all.]
Y'both sort've grew on each other I think. T'be fair, you didn't make much of a great first impression. Thought you'd had me gone for twelve hours, when I'd ended up missin' for twelve months. They thought Mickey'd killed me!
[An odd topic to be laughing about, but hey. She's drunk. And in hindsight, it was pretty funny.]
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Oh, I see! Well, yes, I can understand your mother being a bit upset about that. I really need to learn how to drive better, one of these incarnations...
[There's a curious tilt to his head as something caught his attention.]
Who's Mickey?
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Mickey? Ex-boyfriend. Or jus' boyfriend at th'time. Called him Rickey, just t'bug him. ...Which was weird, since we met a parallel him called Rickey.
He was gay though. An' I didn't exist there. Maybe he'd've been gay if I hadn't. Dunno.
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I don't know, either, but I somehow doubt that's how it works.
[He goes quiet for a while as they walk, looking down at her with a thoughtful look.]
So...is there a reason you decided to get drunk tonight? Did something happen?
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Hm? [She clears her throat a bit, more out of necessity than avoiding the question.] Can't sleep well, past few days. Dean-o back there suggested I try drinkin'. 'Lot of medicines don't work much on me anymore thanks t'Torchwood. An' I haven't drank in ages, so I figured it'd knock me out pretty quick. Truth'll out when I get t'bed.
[Not that it really answers his question. Well, it kind of does.]
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Well, if sleep is an issue, it's a good thing we're going for tea instead of coffee.
[He takes the turn to head into the Hrafn Tea House, holding open the door for her.]
How long have you been in Asgard, by the way?
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Mm.. Dunno. Few months, I think. Time's funny here. No calendar I recognize. Definitely been ages, though. Feels like months.
[Which... sort of brings melancholy thoughts to mind.]
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[He could have been much worse off here in Asgard than he is. He's been without the senses that deal with Time before, but then he had still been a Time Lord. The senses that had been burned away left a terrifying hole in him. With a human body, there was no hole. He's not supposed to have those senses in this form.
Eight moves to a table near the window and holds out a chair for her.]
Chamomile is always good for getting yourself to sleep, I've heard. Well, there are many other kinds, but I doubt they have Draconian teas here. They make fine teas.