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[she's sitting in one of the quiet rooms, up to her elbows in glitter, probably best not to ask]

Hallo! I'm the Doctor. [she scrunches her nose] Sorry if that's awkward for some people. [she'd deal with that later]

But! Well! That was a bit of a question, wasn't it? What will make us happy. I mean, avoiding the existentiality of it because that is a broad spectrum requiring much deep thought and lots of poor decision making skills--

There are a lot of choices, and I don't know how to choose.

A lab would be nice. More labs. All the labs. A pool. Love a good pool. Good for barbeques and catching your falling wife from a fifty foot drop. ... er... that might be awkward too. Sorry. Plants. Could always use more of those. Double rooms well-- I'd rather be able to stay up as late as I like.

But clocks! Now, clocks are intriguing. What does that mean? Does it mean a room with clocks? Does it mean clocks throughout the train? And what kind of clocks? Wall clocks? Grandfather Clocks? Kicksey-Winseys? I had a Kicksey-Winsey once made by ...Bloody Stupid Johnson, I think is name was. Never did tell the time but every hour on the hour it would hunt you down and give you a boot in the rear. A great way to get things done if you get settled in one particular task.

Oh but I like art, and I love games.

D'you think I can choose all of them?

I think we deserve all of them.

What do you think?

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You're one to talk. [sorry. She's a bit annoyed. Even if her hearts rate does kick up]

Did you want me to spell it out in huge neon letters or were you just messing about? I've got enough--

[but no she's not getting into that. She resettles herself and goes back to what she was doing which is, at the moment, fiddling with something inside a little box and getting glitter everywhere]

Anyway. Good to see you. Been a couple of faces.

[Rose has a plan for dealing with the Doctor. It's a good plan, mainly based on avoidance because unravelling the fabric of space-time because you messed with timelines is bad. It doesn't involve the Doctor being from a parallel future.

She was going to revise the plan prior to confronting the Doctor because Rose is 300 years old and not an idiot, but then the Time Lady had hung up on her and she had gotten angry and straight up stormed over here. Like an idiot. She's five seconds away from smacking her head on the table in hopes that it'll knock some sense into herself.

Okay, that question hurts and makes her wonder whether her parallel self is so different or if it's just the Doctor. She schools her expression into something blandly neutral, rather than let the secondhand hurt show.]

You think I would?

No idea. Things change. People change. Get better. Get worse. It happens sometimes. You never really know who you are.

[she smiles. a perfectly natural smile thank you]

Nothing to worry about. Part of life. Time moves on.

[Rose watches, her head tilted to the side, looking like she doesn't really believe it. Time moves on. Time Lords? That'd be a new trick.]

Well, excuse me for not jumpin' from 'flirty time traveler' straight to 'person I didn't think I'd ever see again'. With a whole new body to boot. It's not like I'm psychic.

[All true for a certain value of Rose, though maybe not the Doctor's.]

Right. I suppose you run into a fair amount of them.

[She takes a breath and lets it out. tries a more sincere smile this time]

But no. It's fine. It's fine.

Really, how are you? What have I missed? Tell me everything.

[Rose shrugs helplessly, a little half smile on her lips. It's not like she's trying to pick anyone up; it just sort of happens.]

Can't complain. It's how we ended up with Jack, after all.

I've been good. [Going into everything is a bit much. She wouldn't know where to even begin.] Been traveling, helping people, finding trouble. You know, the same old life.

[She leans forward, resting her chin on her hands.] But look at you! You're not usually so young-looking, and a woman this time, too. Sick of old-timey humans ignoring you yet?

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Yeah. I bet it's a brilliant one though. [she should ask about lefty but she won't. Like opening a barrel of bad fish that. Best just to leave it]

Oh it's awful! I don't know how anyone got anything done. Definitely nothing gets done as soon as you'd like. If I were a man I could just say a thing and anyone would believe me. Now I can tell them they have a nose on their face and they'd scoff. [she shakes her head] It's not the hardest mode to live out there, but it is a pain in the neck.

[A noncommittal hum. It's not what she would've chosen, but it was the best that she could do.] It has its moments.

[She laughs. There's something really satisfying about the Doctor having to deal with a new aspect of life that Rose had grown up with.] Aaaaaaaand that's why I don't go then anymore. At least, not without Jack. Not worth the aggravation. [She also might've started a riot or two.]

Also: corsets. Worst form of clothing I've ever had the misfortune to wear.

I've worn corsets before, granted it wasn't this shape, they're not bad if they're laced properly and filled with lifted fireworks. Don't ask. I had it on me and they were too big to fit in a sporran.

[you know how it goes]

I'm not sure that Jack would cause any less trouble. [a faint grin]

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