| Date: 14 December 2007
Characters: Rose Tyler, Vislor Turlough Location: outside, a TARDIS Link to IJ: thread #7023 |
 Rose was searching for the TARDIS after leaving the other Rose and her Doctor. She was wandering down the street, hands in her pockets of her red hoodie. "I can't believe he wandered off. Just like him. And talkin' about me wandeirng," she grumbled. |
 "Wandered off? Sounds familiar," Turlough muttered, glancing over. Of course, he'd wandered off, if you wanted to be picky about it, which he didn't. |
| "Seen a man about 6'2, blue eyes, big ears, and the most annoying way of scolding you for stuff he does?" she asked, glancing over at him. |
| "No, but if you keep that last bit and replace it with blond and in some sort of nightmare version of a cricket uniform you've got who I'm looking for." He tried a smile. Smiles worked every so often. |
| They usually worked on Rose. She smiled back, "Nightmare cricket uniform?" |
| Turlough nodded. "With celery in the lapel. Very odd man." He held out his hand. "Sorry, my manners are lacking. I'm Turlough." |
| She shook, "Rose Tyler. Nice to meet you." |
| "It's a pleasure." He shook just long enough to be strictly polite then shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around. "This may sound a little odd, but do you know where this is?" |
| "I don't even know when this is," she sighed, the sentence odd enough to make it a joke if. It weren't, you know, true. |
| "Well, that's just lovely." Turlough would have gotten the joke but he wasn't particularly in the mood to laugh. "Escape one pit and end up in another." |
| "Pit? How'd you get here?" |
| "Little blue box," Turlough sighed. "Full of crazy people." |
| Pause. Pause. "Little blue police box?" |
| Lovely, another crazy girl. Maybe. "Why yes. Have you seen it?" |
| "No, was looking for it, actually." She frowned at him, "Would you think I'm crazy if I asked you what year it is?" |
| "No more crazy than anyone else I've met recently," Turlough admitted. Though really, that wasn't the worst thing she could have asked. "It was 1983 we left." |
| "You were travelin' with the Doctor, then?" she asked carefully. |
| "Oh you know him!" Turlough let out an exaggerated sigh. "That explains more than it doesn't." |
| "Good, explain it to me?" she asked. |
| "Well, the wandering off and the leaving people utterly stranded. I should have known better." |
| "He wanders, but he doesn't strand people." Except for sending her back to her own time and telling her to stay there. She frowned. "He stranded you?" |
| "Seems like it, doesn't it?" He shrugged. "At least it's not school. I suppose I can get by on my own for a bit." |
| "But why should you?" |
| "Given the choice I wouldn't but then I wasn't precisely given a choice to come here. One minute I was going through a load of rubbishy star charts and the next I was here." Of course, that might have been his own fault for tinkering with the TARDIS, but he wasn't going to admit to that out loud. Ever. |
| Rose rubbed her forehead, "Where neither of us know where here is." |
| "Bit of a bind, isn't it?" He sighed and looked around. "But as I said, it is a step up for me." |
| "This is a step up from school? Where were you, the Wormwoods?" |
| "No, Brendon Public. For the past several years. It's like prison, only with cricket." |
| "Doesn't the cricket make it more like prison, not less?" |
| He laughed and nodded. "Entirely possible. I think I might well be allergic to required sport." |
| Rose grinned at him, "It's the required bit?" |
| "Precisely. So what about yourself? I take it you're not from around here." |
| "I'm from 2006," she shrugged. "And London. So. Not here, yeah." |
| "Really? 2006?" He nodded. "So I suppose no one's managed to totally destroy the place?" |
| "Tried a couple of times, but no success. That's something, right?" |
| "It is most definitely something," Turlough agreed. |
| "Right. So we find the TARDIS and then. ...Okay, I don't have an and then, but I'll get one." |
| "Can you work one?" Turlough asked, genuinely curious. That would be quite a good thing. |
| "Can anyone really work it?" she said dryly. |
| "Good point," he sighed. "But could you move it if we found it?" |
| "Depends on if she wants to be moved," she shrugged, "Hopefully the Doctor'll be there and fix it." |
| "Oh, yes. Hopefully." |
| "He's a good man." Rose said, immediately defensive. |
| "Oh! Yes, I know. Of course." Turlough nodded and attempted something close to sincerity. "I just hope he can figure this all out." Right. |
| "If yours can't, mine can." |
| "Maybe two heads will be better than one," Turlough suggested. |
| Rose shook her head, "Maybe. If they don't make a paradox." |
| Turlough groaned. "Exactly what we need." |
| "I met another me and there wasn't one though." |
| "What was meeting yourself like?" |
| "Bizarre and frightening. I don't recommend it." |
| He nodded. "Yes, well, I think I'd have avoided it in any case." |
| "Why?" |
| "I imagine it would be awkward," he replied. "I'd probably insult myself and then where would I be?" |
| "Insulted?" |
| "Well, yes." He shrugged. "Why do that to myself for the novelty of seeing my own face out of a mirror?" |
| She shrugged, "That's fair."
They turned the corner, seeing a blue box down the street. Rose breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally." |
| "Well, that's good to see," Turlough agreed. |
| Rose pulled her key out from under her shirt, "Do you have one? If it's not mine, the key might not work." |
| "No, I'm afraid no one saw fit to give me one," he muttered. "I'm sure it was only a matter of time." |
| "Then let's cross our fingers." |
| Turlough held up both hands, fingers crossed. |
| The key turned smoothly in the lock and she let out a sigh of relief, letting them both in. "Split up and look for him?" she asked when she walked in and there was no Doctor in the console room. |
| Turlough paused long enough to look around then nodded as smoothly as he could. "That sounds like a good plan." |
| "Good luck," she grinned and headed down a corridor. |