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Board Games
Who: Rose Tyler, Will Stanton, Clara Oswald
What: Board games book!
When: Orientation
Where: Board games book world :T
Warnings: Rose will be campy, I don't even apologize.
Notes: Starting with checkers!
Rose braced herself for a tough landing, and maybe even some foggy memories like being transmat beamed somewhere, but to her relief it was like none of those things, and she was crouched down as if she'd dimension cannon'd back in the earlier days before they could stabilize it even a little, back when it really was like getting shot out of a cannon; down on a perfect red square, lined with black ones on all sides, and red ones going diagonally. "Checkers?" she mumbled quietly, blinking, and taking it in.
The desire to laugh warred internally with her desire not to underestimate the danger of anywhere. Especially after the time with the Anne-droid and the Weakest Link, she wanted to take it seriously. And things were their most dangerous when they seemed nonthreatening, a joke. Although that said, she still couldn't help grinning. ADVENTURE! A CHECKERS ADVENTURE! Even nearly getting sucked into the void, she couldn't help but grinning, and this was probably a little less dangerous. She hoped.
"All right then," she laughed, bracing herself in her square, careful to make sure not to step out of line. "Let's see our opponents, yeah?" she gestured to the opposing side, already mentally running through strategies --
"Oh shoot," she bit her bottom lip. "Please don't have weird Gallifreyan alien rules or something." She almost wished Mickey was there. He was better at Checkers than her, but at least she would give it her best.
What: Board games book!
When: Orientation
Where: Board games book world :T
Warnings: Rose will be campy, I don't even apologize.
Notes: Starting with checkers!
Rose braced herself for a tough landing, and maybe even some foggy memories like being transmat beamed somewhere, but to her relief it was like none of those things, and she was crouched down as if she'd dimension cannon'd back in the earlier days before they could stabilize it even a little, back when it really was like getting shot out of a cannon; down on a perfect red square, lined with black ones on all sides, and red ones going diagonally. "Checkers?" she mumbled quietly, blinking, and taking it in.
The desire to laugh warred internally with her desire not to underestimate the danger of anywhere. Especially after the time with the Anne-droid and the Weakest Link, she wanted to take it seriously. And things were their most dangerous when they seemed nonthreatening, a joke. Although that said, she still couldn't help grinning. ADVENTURE! A CHECKERS ADVENTURE! Even nearly getting sucked into the void, she couldn't help but grinning, and this was probably a little less dangerous. She hoped.
"All right then," she laughed, bracing herself in her square, careful to make sure not to step out of line. "Let's see our opponents, yeah?" she gestured to the opposing side, already mentally running through strategies --
"Oh shoot," she bit her bottom lip. "Please don't have weird Gallifreyan alien rules or something." She almost wished Mickey was there. He was better at Checkers than her, but at least she would give it her best.
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This was not what he had expected at all.
He looks about himself with confusion. It takes him a moment to figure out why the patterns and colors on the field were so familiar.
"Are we supposed to play, do you think?"
He blinks at Rose's comment.
"Pardon? What is A Gallifreyan? Don't think I've heard of that before."
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She stamped her foot a bit on the over sized board, leaned over some to reach down and touch it. Coming back up she bounced on her toes, from heel and back, hands crossing under her chest.
"Ah, well... I'm not sure what I expected, really." It's a very large board with pieces here and there. They appeared to be in place of pieces themselves. Trying not to move from the square, she cupped her hands and called down to the other two.
"This should be fun. Do both of you know how to play Checkers? And... this sure doesn't look Gallifreyan? Not enough circular text on everything." She said, beaming. So someone knows what Gallifrey is? Great! She's in good, or very bad, company.
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She wasn't sure how much to reveal. That she'd only heard there were different rules in passing, that the Doctor liked to curse things out, including various other games whose rules didn't match up to his standards, or even that she was looking for him, was a secret wrapped in an enigma that could destroy universes maybe. Rose temporarily closed her eyes, trying to think rapidly. If the woman was from the past, then perhaps she was from before the Time War. Was the Doctor in danger if she mentioned Gallifrey, or him? Should Rose resort to her code name?
Turning to Will, she put her hands in her pockets, and stuck her head out, leaning beyond the confines of the square to test for glass walls or the like. "Gallifrey's a planet." A burned one. All gone. She'd only mentioned it because she'd just meant to use it as an example of another planet's weird rules for the games, all circular. And because she'd assumed... no one would know what it was, so it was like a nonsense word. Like bluffing her way past the Sycorax, which failed but... It raised a lot of questions. Was this woman a TimeLord? How much did she know about Gallifrey? Was it another Sarah Jane style companion from before the war? What dimension was she even from? Rose pulled her head back, finding no glass panes, and gave Clara a puzzled frown. "Most people think it's a myth. Like dragons or fairies or unicorns." Well, okay, fairies were real, and Rose was pretty certain after much dimension hopping that so were dragons, but that was neither here nor there. If anything, Gallifrey was supposed to be far more gone than either dragons or unicorns. Impossible.
"You can call me Bad Wolf," she leaned back on her heels, still keeping her hands in her pockets. She wanted to say 'Or Rose,' but that was clearly the Doctor's influence. They were terrible at codenames, really. John Smith, or the Doctor. Like that didn't stick out. Still... until she knew better what was going on, Bad Wolf would have to be the stamp she went with. "Assumin' this is ah -- normal human rules, yeah? Let's just be really careful not to move out of line, and go diagonal, right?" She winked to both Clara and the boy. "No fancy circular alien moves unless our opponent says otherwise. Although... maybe there's a rule board we can look up, yeah?"
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Well then. Will had to blink a bit. There were such things as other planets. Will knew that. He had once been taught to know each star by name. He knew the mystery of Uranus and the despair of Mercury, and he had ridden on a comet's tail.
But never, in all of the knowledge of Gramarye, had a planet named Gallifrey been mentioned. That was enough to make Will very curious.
"People say that legends and myths are just stories," Will says at last. The comment is spoken in an almost musing manner, not directed at anyone in particular. "They say they are just stories, half forgotten tales only useful for the entertainment of children. But the thing is, the thing that people forget, is that all stories begin with a grain of truth."
Which was, of course, simply a roundabout way of saying that it was quite easy for him to believe that this planet was a real place.
Will smiles pleasantly at the older girl, and simply nods in acceptance at the name she wished to be called. "Pleasure to meet you, Bad Wolf." He turns his gaze to include the other older girl. "I am Will Stanton."
He felt no need to give any other introduction. The mark of what he was was there, for those who had the eyes to see.
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"I like this kid. He's brilliant. All myths had to come from somewhere. Then again, I don't believe dragons are gone either." She's met Robin Hood. Anything can be real, somewhere in time. She beamed at the other two, glad they had already stayed in place, like checker pieces. "But yes, I've heard of the planet. And you... must know the Doctor." She said to Bad Wolf, grinning before tapping her finger to her chin.
"It's nice to meet you, Bad Wolf and Will Stanton." She edged up to her board and looked down the line at flat round pieces. She wondered if they were theirs to command or if they would move on their own. Her hands came to her hips and she pondered as she looked around. "I'm Clara. Clara Oswald, though I suppose I could give you both any name, hmm? Call me Clara though." She said, then pointed to their board.
"Checkers can be pretty simple. The object is to capture all of the other checkers of get them in a place where they can't move. Sixty four squares on a board, but we only use the dark colored ones like the ones we're standing on. Unlike chess, which uses all of them." She said, and reached a foot out to tap the other square. With a wiggle and a vibration, that square suddenly dropped down below them and tumbled a ways to the ground. She leaned over and frowned. "I'd also say we should follow the rules and... ah, not step on these ones."
She did move, however, to the one across from her, jumping to it, hands out, and glancing around. Nothing happened. "Definitely stay on the proper squares." And just as she had moved, a piece from across the board, a black piece, nearly mirrored her movement as well. "Okay... this is... going to be fun. Nothing to worry about at all." She said back to the other two, giving them a uneasy smile.
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Rose watched Clara quietly, and chewed her bottom lip in thought. How was it obvious that Rose knew the Doctor? Was it obvious she was human? Well, not too many TimeLords were going to be casual as her, even bluffing, and probably would have way more pride about their home. Which left the question, did Clara know of Gallifrey and the circular writing through the Doctor? And when?
She closed her eyes, bit her thumb, and thought it through -- only to take a diagonal step towards Will along the squares. "Next move Will, let them fill in behind me and then head out towards the corner, yeah?"
She grabbed a seat on the square, cross-legged almost meditating, practicing her Torchwood training to try to shield herself psychically, just in case. "Clara!" she called back, raising her voice slightly to make up for both their added distance. "What year are you from? You know how the Doctor is, he meets everyone out of order!"
Back to Will, she winked, dropping her voice back to casual. "He's a time traveller. The stuff of legends, just like you said, yeah? All legends gotta start somewhere."
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When Bad Wolf mentions time travelers, Will suddenly stops and stares at her with mingled shock and sorrow.
"A time traveler?" Will shakes his head in confusion. "But- Are there others? They left. All of them."
He stops and shoves it to the side for a moment as he jumps to the next space nearer to the corner.
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The question of time made her pause, trying to think. "Oh, um... I was born Earth, nineteen eighty six. Last time I was home was two thousand... fifteen? Yes, I think that was it. But like you said, nothing is in order with the Doctor."
And to the boy who asked if there are others, Clara just smiled an almost secret smile. There were others, but some of them were lost. The Doctor had said he was the only one, but he wasn't. Not when he had companions, no matter who they were. Not when his home was alive out there somewhere, even if it was hidden. "Oh, you know how time travelers are. They might be gone, but most of the time they come back. In their own time."
She noticed none of the pieces were moving yet though. "I think we have to command them." She said, moving to stand again. Now that each of them have moved out, the blondes idea wasn't so bad. "Let's do what Bad Wolf said, and fill in behind us, but make sure we don't remove all the pieces from the back line." She said, and pointed to one behind her, telling it to move where she had been. To her great pleasure, it moved, sliding across the board to take up her old spot.
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And far far far worse at there being none left. That.... was going to take a little to process. So she politely pretended she hadn't heard, watching Clara move pieces around.
"You're the same age as me!" Rose called back to Clara.
Except it wasn't 2015 she was looking for, but 2006, or up to 2008, or maybe even 2010. 2015 was too late.
She closed her eyes again, listening as Clara said the rest and ordered pieces about, opening an eye at the comment about other time travelers coming back... in their own time.
No.
They were all gone. There was only one left.
But how could Clara know the Doctor?
How did Will know-- why did he say "others" and didn't know of the Doctor?
She had 99 questions and the Doctor is at the heart(s) of all of them! She doesn't even know if his universe still had that song! Which in retrospect, is the least of things she should be questioning right now, but oh well.
Rose stood up, and carefully thought over how to tactfully ask them both any of the questions on her mind. "Ninety-nine red zeppelins..." she muttered to herself in sing-song, pushing her hair back with a hand and shaking her head. Of all the songs to get stuck in her head now...
Chewing her bottom lip and scrunching her face to the side, Rose leaned with her hands on her knees to quietly ask Will, "Whaddaya mean they left, yeah? You know other time travelers? I'll tell you a secret, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone else, yeah?" She winked quietly and waited for a nod. She made sure to all but whisper it so Clara couldn't hear, just in case, for now. "I'm not just a time traveler. I'm a universe traveler." She held a finger over her lips. "But I only know one man who time travels usually. That's the Doctor. He has a magic box that lets him do it, but you're right, he's the only one left."
Her eyes take on a bit of a haunted look at that, and she turns to look back at Clara.
"The Doctor... is he all right then? In Twenty Fifteen, yeah?" she chewed her bottom lip.
Did she fail? She must have failed. If she got to the Doctor in 2015.... no. Time was... so fickle traveling through the void. But she was so sure she had finally nailed him down traveling with Donna.... But Donna was in 2008. Clara would have... recognized her, wouldn't she have? Could Clara be from the Doctor's past... After all, Sarah Jane said there'd been others, and she was proof of that herself, of course. But if so... then the Doctor wouldn't have risked running backwards into her timestream by going backwards himself. So no. It had to be his future. In which case, did Rose make it back and spend... all her time with him? Or did he force to go back to her universe? Except... he'd already tried to send her back to Pete's universe twice and she wasn't having it! So there was no way he could do it again. TimeLords don't splinter. She's seen alternate universes, she's seen pocket universes, and created a fixed point to save him. But there weren't other Doctors, or TimeLords... weren't there?
"No, that's not the question," Rose growled at herself in frustration. "I mean it's important yeah, but of course he is, he's the Doctor. So he is and he isn't." Because he was never okay, not really. And clearly he was alive... which meant Rose hadn't completely failed. Fixed point to save him? Totally worked in its roundabout way. Good job Rose Tyler. Except...
She bit a finger hard in thought, and bounced on her heels. "Do you know how old he is, by your time?" it was a careful question. Carefully considered. The real one that give her answers and a direction and tell her how much she could reveal or not.
Rose stubbornly folded her arms, balled her fists, and dropped them. Now was not a good time to let her Jackie Tyler temper fly away with her, but she couldn't help it.
"Whatchoo mean by the others coming back?! They Can't!" Rose face palmed at herself. "You just meant him, right? Because he is daft at times I swear--!"
She shifted her jaw stubbornly and gave Will a weak smile. And then finally giving up some of her pretenses, she looked between both of them, and upwards at the non-existent sky here. "Neither of you have the darkness comin'? Right? No... stars goin' out or nuffin?"
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"Last I checked it was 1976," he manages at last. Which yes, time travel. It wasn't completely out of the question. But always before, Will had traveled into the past. Never the future. He couldn't even see into it yet, like Merriman could.
"I don't know what you're talking about or who this Doctor is or how you would travel through the universe," Will tells Bad Wolf helplessly. "And the Dark is gone. In the last battle they were finally driven outside of time. They can't come back now. And that's why the time travelers I know left. They were only here because they had a duty. Like a job to be done. And now that it is complete, there was no reason to stay. So they left. They sailed away."
He stops, hesitating for a moment. But if these two already knew about time travel, then perhaps there was not much point in keeping it a secret.
"All except me. I'm the Youngest and the Last, and so it fell to me to keep the Watch." He'd thought he was the only one left.
Finally Will simply looks confused.
"But why would you need a box to travel through time? Doesn't that just overcomplicate it?"
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She pointed out another piece to move, and was focusing on the game, so as bad Wolf and Will spoke in hushed tones (she assumed Rose was explaining things to the boy) she didn't bother to try and hear it anyhow. She was however curious, but being on the other end of the board from them did make it harder to hear all of the conversations.
She did catch something about Will being the Youngest and the Last. Keeping the Watch or something. And his confused question about a box. Clara chuckled, standing on the edge of her square and called back in reply to both of them.
"There are differences. If what the Head Librarian told us is true, we come from all walks of life and locations. Timelords and Time Travelers might be different from anywhere! Will, what you might know as Time or Space could be completely different from Bad Wolf, or different from me! As for the box, it's like a space ship you can go inside, but it lives within all of time and space. Seems complex, right?" She laughed, grinning as she moved, jumping to a new space and steadying herself a moment. Okay, good so far.
"As for the Doctor? He's... old. Very old. And your other questions? Well... as a smart woman once said... 'Spoilers'." She smirked at bad Wolf and shrugged. There was too many possibilities there with this girl, and if she were in the Doctors past, she shouldn't say things, and if from his future? Well, she wouldn't know Clara anyhow, but she should know these things.
"For now it might be best not to give away too much." The truth could be upsetting for either one of them. "For now, how about you make that next move forward and to the left, yeah? What do you think of that space? I think the other side is on easy mode at the moment. I... am curious if we can jump that one coming up though."
Mind, focused on the task at hand. They had plenty of time to figure things out, but Clara suddenly realized that maybe she shouldn't give too much away to Bad Wolf. Not until she knew more.
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"And... I guess when I am... the Darkness is still comin. Everywhere. Everywhen. I'm fightin' it. Like you said," she didn't raise her voice for Clara's sake, since... well "spoilers." Although it bristled her for a reason she couldn't adequately define. "But I -- The Doctor was all alone in my time. Dunno, sounds like... maybe he won't be, and then... I don't know where I'll be. But let's see if we can't find each other yeah?" Rose winked to Will. "Then you won't be the last of your kind either, okay?
She followed Clara's directions with a nod, mildly taken aback by being given directions and orders again. Even in training in Torchwood she'd balked at every single order and Jake and Mickey and her Dad had more trouble than not trying to keep her in check. Only to have her use the dimension cannon, cultivate, and take off. Without orders.
"You don't boss the Doctor around like this, do you?" Rose stuck her tongue out impishly in spite of herself, perhaps a little passive aggressively vengeful at cooling her heels waiting for more information on him, on all the important things. Where he was, when he was, would she ever see him again, or survive. "That'd make him about as testy as givin' him salutes, really." She stuck her tongue out even more. Whether it was half testing Clara, or just pushing buttons, Rose really could say.
She winked at Will again, giving him the same wolfish grin she gave Clara. "Trust the Doctor to overcomplicate everything. My other best friend time traveler -- the Doctor stopped him, but he had a vortex manipulator. You snap it on your wrist," she demonstrated, "Bam power, punch in coordinates, go anywhere!"
"Mind you," she grumbled loudly, and folded her arms for Clara's sake. "He was old even when Sarah Jane met him. The first time." HUFF.
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"It sounds like everything has become terribly complicated. More than it was already, that is. Yet Time is Time and the Light is the Light and I am Myself and You are Yourselves. The rest will sort itself out, I suppose." He grins suddenly. "Although I would like to see one of these boxes, someday. Curiosity is a terrible thing, sometimes.
Will looked highly alarmed at Bad Wolf's comment. "Ah, this may not be the best situation for hugs?"
He shakes it off and looks solemnly at her. "I do not know if the darkness you speak of is the same as the Dark I knew. But I can say this. In the history of my world, the Dark rose to power many, many times. Each time it was only thrown back at the last moment, through the strength and sacrifice of many humans and the Light. But it was thrown back. Over and over again. And the best defense against it is the goodness and kindness and humanitarianism that lies with the human heart, for it is what the Dark can never truly understand."
He blinks at the description of the vortex manipulator.
"Oh dear. I don't believe that we have anything like that." He shrugs. "My kind don't use any machines to travel through time, you see."
Will follows through to Clara's next suggestion, seizing the opportunity to take the jump.
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And did she sticker her tongue out at her? What a kid! She did laugh though, grinning. One thing she has learned while being around Me, she has to smile more (because the other sure as hell wont) and there was nothing else left for her TO do then to enjoy what time she had left, right? "And yes, it does make him a bit testy, but apparently I have good ideas once in a while!"
Also, no one else was giving the board commands, so she figured she might as well. She honestly would let others do it too if they spoke up and did so!
To Will she beamed again. "When something is too overly complex, lets try our best to make it less so. Right now, our timelines, locations and places? Doesn't really matter. We're all in this game together and it's the here and now. We can worry about the how and why's of all this when we get through, right?" And as Will takes the first jump, going over a piece and to his new square (the piece lifting and floating off to the side, dropped off in a small 'cage' to hold all the pieces in a safe place. She just noticed a cage on the other side that was the same. That could be a problem. Clara jumped up and cheered however. "Good job, Will! That's one! Let's try to get another with out losing one of us!"
And to Bad Wolf and her pose and huff about Sarah Jane, she chuckled. "Age is just a number, yeah?" She thinks to how old the face before the last one had become and frowned, finally giving a number. "He's well over two thousand years of age though." Possibly much more than that, but she isn't sure what happened to him while she was... well, 'gone'.
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As for the fight against the Darkness... well that sounded right. It probably wasn't. There were a lot of universes, and maybe only some were connected to the darkness and the Doctor and her. It was a big multiverse, and that vastness only grew when you added in time.
"Your kind doesn't?" she tilted her head. "So ye're not a..." TimeLord. Well, that was already established, wasn't it? He didn't know of Gallifrey, after all. "Time Agent neither, huh?" Like Jack. Future far into other universes, heck Rose was almost a time agent herself now, except for all she 'worked' for Torcwhood, she mostly ran her own way. Especially with her not!Dad as the head of it now. Double especially since no one knew what else to do about the darkness, and at least Rose had a plan. Maybe not a good plan, but still a plan.
Of course using a dimension cannon was always... messy, so she wasn't going to mention it. Still a device though, and way weirder than traveling by sentient box or special bracelet. "How'd you time travel if not by devices? You don't have to tell me if it's top secret though, yeah? 'M not technically allowed to say yet, I think. Usin' my code name and everythin' just in case." A laugh and Rose tossed her hair, and raised her voice, grinning for Clara's sake, "For all m' teasin'? She's right about keepin' some things secret. Less complicated, the better..."
She still nearlly fell over at hearing the Doctor was over two thousand.
TWO THOUSAND?!
That wasn't possible. Even he, surely had limits. Or maybe he didn't. But then how was he "only" 900. Nine-hundred, when they first met. He was twice that now, or at least by Clara's time. Over twice that! Would he even remember her? Would he even want to?
Rose tried to keep her small miniature heart attack from showing on her face as she frantically chewed a thumbnail. Her stomach was really tightly clenched. Did she find him before that? She must have. Thus the comment about spoilers. Was he alone? No, he had Clara. That was good.
"THANK YOU!" she pulled out her thumb to call back to Clara, and rubbed her face on her sleeve.
She missed Sarah Jane Smith. Of all the people to miss, but she wondered how old he was when she did first meet him. Old yeah, but twice that? Had he been twice as old the second time? Even though he looked younger... Gah. What the hell would he look like by that time? Would even Rose recognize him by then?
The romantic hopeful feelings that they could almost pick up exactly where they left off, Rose just suppressed hard. Even if he did recognize her after all that time, even if he hadn't changed, hadn't gone through everything alone and needing her to help him, there was no way in hell he would still reciprocate, still want to put himself through the pain all over again.
One jump at a time.
It was a kind of bitter irony.
The story of her life even.
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He listens to the discussion of this Doctor of their's age with interest. He wouldn't be the oldest person Will had met. Merriman was older, as was the Lady. And many of the Lords and Ladies of the Wild Magic. But Will found himself becoming curious to speak to such a person.
Will just stares at Bad Wolf in a bemused manner as she sticks her tongue out at him. "You sound like some of my sisters."
He frowns solemnly. "It isn't a secret. Not really. It is more that-" He pauses for a moment to get his thoughts in order. "We are more than half forgotten, my kind. Most people think that the Old Ones of the Light were only a folktale, a story to tell children. And it is not always a kind thing, to tell people that the world is not quite as they always believed it to be."
Some could accept it, but some could not. And Will had seen the pain and confusion that could cause for himself. It had hurt him deeply, to see so much fear of him in a familiar face.
He shrugs, pushing the memory away.
"As for time travel, the answer is simple. I am not properly a part of time. Or perhaps you would say that I exist outside of it or that I am held only loosely to it or that I belong to the Circle and not the Track. All, at the same time."
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For all she knows, the Doctor might be a bit of a liar when it came to his age (like some things in general) but he also might not know anymore. For a while she had even forgotten or got twisted up on what her own proper age should be. When you can run around in all of time and space, age seems like something one can forget.
She didn't say anything as the other two talked. She tried to hear it, but when it was time to move, she did, moving to climb over a flat piece and jump it over to another square. The flat piece from the other side lifted off the ground and was taken over to the little cage drop, landing loudly on top of their first one with a heavy clink. "Two down..." She said more to herself, hands on her hips and grinning.
"So, for the here and now, as confusing as all our lives seem to be, what do you think out chances are in winning this match?" She's at least a bit closer to them now, and able to hear them easier.
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"I'd say pretty good," Rose grinned to Clara, pushing the emotions to a corner for now. Given the circumstances, she herself might be out of time, so no sense worrying too much yet. "Good thing you two have played this before," she stuck her tongue out to the side in a wolfish grin, since they were covering for her which gave her enough time to figure things out mentally at least.
"I get the feeling this is only the start though."
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Surveying the board, he moves over one space to the right, giving himself the advantage of the space against the side of the board.
"I would like that, I think," Will tells Bad Wolf. "He sounds to be quite the interesting person."
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She gave them both a smile, and as Will moved to the wall advantage, she gave him a thumbs up. "I get the same feeling. And we're going to have to make some dramatic moves if we want to get through this." She tapped her chin again and then grinned. "Hey, watch this..." She said, and moved to point one piece to move in a 'bad' place. Clear it was going to be taken.
And it was. But the way it made the other side move left them open to double jump. One of theirs going into the cage to the side, but two of the other sides moving as well. She clapped her hands once and leaned forward, resting on her knees. "Has anyone got any more ideas?" She said, as one of the other sides far pieces moved forward. She's worried about what will happen if any of THEM need to be sacrificed.
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Rose watched Clara's chess-like manuever, and tiled her head.
She had ideas.... but all of them involved something completely reckless, dangerous, foolish, and would put her with the captured pieces. Which was a very Rose Tyler™ thing to do, but by definition, probably not very wise or smart. "Um, I could get captured...." Rose suggested lamely, "But you might need me for later stuff." Oh and the captured thing, it wasn't like she wanted to be, given that she wasn't sure how much the pieces would talk back to her and/or needed her emotional support. "Do you think we need to win, or just make it to the other side and get crowned?" She shook her head. "Nah, not the right question." It didn't matter, either way it would become evident quickly enough and better to focus on both trying to win, by getting to the other side and upgrading. "Let's see if we can get you crowned first, yeah? More manueverability." Clara would make a good queen. If a bit terrifying of one.
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