PSL With Giac
May. 16th, 2011 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Rose tightened her hand around a small, black device and let out a tremendous sigh. The rift had been more or less inactive in the last few weeks, and today, while she was sleeping, apparently it decided to let out a teeny, tiny blip. A small, insignificant, pointless thing that apparently warranted a one-man investigation. Apparently, she was that man. She took another left turn as she wandered, the clicking coming from the device picking up ever-so-slightly in her hand. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing but radiation, or maybe it'd burped up a parallel universe's soda can.
She groaned when she hit a dead end, and took a moment to flop herself down on a crate. She was tired. All there was in this stupid alleyway was a crate, two dumpsters, and a statue someone decided to chuck out. She couldn't blame them, really. The thing looked... creepy, peering out from behind it's hands with blank stone eyes. Looking at it, actually, was starting to put her on edge. With a frown, she stood up, and started to back out of the alley.
Stop being stupid, Rose. It's just a statue. With a final glance, she turned her back on the stone angel, and made to move out of the alley.
At this point, she was nearly run over by a carriage.
"Oi! Watch it!" She snapped, annoyed.
She was nearly run over by a carriage.
A carriage.
A carriage.
"Wait... what?"
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After about three hours of pinching herself and wandering around the city, Rose was convinced she was neither dreaming, nor drunk. This was not the England she'd left. This was...
This was the bloody 18th Century. She sat down in a local pub and began to take inventory. She had six quid (useless), a Torchwood-issue walkie-talkie (pointless), a mag-light, a taser, and a dead mobile phone. It was nearly noon, and she had no money to rent a room in the inn. With a little help from the nice (and ogling) barman, she found her way across town where some Italian bloke was, apparently, looking for a tenant.
She groaned when she hit a dead end, and took a moment to flop herself down on a crate. She was tired. All there was in this stupid alleyway was a crate, two dumpsters, and a statue someone decided to chuck out. She couldn't blame them, really. The thing looked... creepy, peering out from behind it's hands with blank stone eyes. Looking at it, actually, was starting to put her on edge. With a frown, she stood up, and started to back out of the alley.
Stop being stupid, Rose. It's just a statue. With a final glance, she turned her back on the stone angel, and made to move out of the alley.
At this point, she was nearly run over by a carriage.
"Oi! Watch it!" She snapped, annoyed.
She was nearly run over by a carriage.
A carriage.
A carriage.
"Wait... what?"
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After about three hours of pinching herself and wandering around the city, Rose was convinced she was neither dreaming, nor drunk. This was not the England she'd left. This was...
This was the bloody 18th Century. She sat down in a local pub and began to take inventory. She had six quid (useless), a Torchwood-issue walkie-talkie (pointless), a mag-light, a taser, and a dead mobile phone. It was nearly noon, and she had no money to rent a room in the inn. With a little help from the nice (and ogling) barman, she found her way across town where some Italian bloke was, apparently, looking for a tenant.
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:09 am (UTC)Whoever this man was, it wasn't the Doctor. She couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.
"Oh- I- I dunno. It depends on if I can find a way to get home, but... yeah, probably a bit longer than that."
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:38 am (UTC)"Perhaps we might even be able to help you back to your home?" He smiled. "I've been told I've a knack for finding things."
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:42 am (UTC)She shifts her weight uncertainly onto her other foot, and glances back between the two men, wondering if this was still even remotely a good idea. "So, what's the verdict, then?"
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:49 am (UTC)The expression Rocco wore might have been exasperation...or it might have been a guarded sympathy. Regardless, he said nothing at Rose's question.
"I am afraid my friend didn't lie when he said we have no spare rooms for you. If you were to stay, there's no way around sharing a room."
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:58 am (UTC)She offered a half-hearted grin. They probably thought she was a nutter, a homeless nutter, bursting in, demanding a place to stay, calling him Doctor, and generally being unpleasant.
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:05 am (UTC)"Then I have but one request, Madame. You name? If you would? I would not feel right to share a home with someone who I wouldn't know what to call."
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:10 am (UTC)Right after she stopped being such an annoying shade of pink. "Rose, and I could say the same for you, sir. What am I to call you?"
She felt a bit silly, trying out the lingo and attempting to be debonair. It probably... didn't work. At all.
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:17 am (UTC)"Ah. I should have suspected a name so beautiful." He grinned right over her knuckles, before lowering her hand once more. "Call me Giac. Please. It is my great pleasure to make your acquaintance." He took a step backward, and gestured for her to step into the room. "Are you hungry?"
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:23 am (UTC)"Oh, I haven't eaten in ages." She left for the mission this morning on an empty stomach, mostly too tired to be hungry, and when she'd arrived here, she didn't have any money.
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Date: 2011-05-18 09:06 am (UTC)The man snorted, and might just have rolled his eyes as he uncrossed his arms and started off. "Yeah. If you say so." Which might just have been to the tune of 'if you're willing to risk it'.
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Date: 2011-06-01 07:26 am (UTC)"Thanks. Really, though, I mean it. I dunno what I would've done."