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central_librarylogs2017-01-20 05:04 pm
bigbadrose) wrote in central_librarylogs2017-01-20 05:04 pm
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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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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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