Jackie tuenr around, stunned at the amount of people outside her flat door. “Well, what are you all doing here?” She recognized some faces, but only offered a gasp and a small smile.
johntyler-metacrisis replied to your post: John dropped his keys on the table inside the door, calling out to his fiance as he stepped inside. Not receiving an answer, he checked the bedroom. Rose, Im ho Oh. He froze at the sight of her, sprawled out on their bed and very obvious preoccupied. Oh. Oh- ehm&
“W-Well what did you do that for?” He stepped further into the room, still transfixed by what he had walked in on. “Please, dont let me interrupt.”
Biting her lip, Rose took it upon herself to remove her shirt, keeping her shorts on and laying back on to the bed before setting to her same previous activities. She tilted her head back with a breathy moan.
johntyler-metacrisis said: It’s… it’s me. Well, sort of. -takes a cautious step towards her- It’s really you, isn’t it?
What do you mean “sort of?” I do not understand. *She blinked in surprise* Yes, it is me.
Dear Lord…where are you all coming from?
The Doctor didn’t send you by chance, did he?
Rose tried to adjust to being stuck in random places, but now that the dimension canon had completely broken and blown up, adjusting seemed even more difficult. She wandered around, her leg still not fully healed, cuts and bruises scattered across her body, including her forehead. She searched for some kind of company.
Jumping Parallels(@badassrosetyler and johntyler-metacrisis)
“No, no, no, no, no!” the Doctor yelled, practically jumping around the console as it threw off sparks. He’d been chasing a rather… well, mauve ship through the vortex for quite some time. It reminded him of one of his earlier adventures with Rose, but this ship wasn’t just jumping time tracks, oh no. Somehow, whoever had designed the ship had cracked travel between parallels as well- something he’d thought had died with the Time Lords.
Swinging the monitor around to his current position at the console, the Doctor tried to get a visual lock on the ship. Running a hand through his hair, he ran various ways he could catch up with the ship through his mind. The most obvious solution was the most dangerous- slave the TARDIS to the ship so she’d follow it wherever it wound up. He’d have no way of knowing where he would wind up but… the ship was most definitely and genuinely a threat- unlike the false signal Jack had put out on the ambulance he and Rose had followed to World War II era London.
“Here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself, reaching around the console and setting the TARDIS to follow after the ship, no matter where it went. Suddenly, the TARDIS started rattling around even more so than usual. Taking a firm hold on the edge of the console, the Doctor braced himself for what was probably going to be a very rough landing.
What if it was me, then?
no | rather not | I dunno | I guess | sure | yes | FUCK yes | oh god you don’t even know
Might even pay t’see it, actually.
So. First copy of the guest list
So this is a real quick list Riza and I put together. It’s subject to change anywhere from now to the wedding. But, if you’re taggged -as of now- you are invited to the wedding.