Rose backed out of the consol room when it became tobvious that The Doctor was not moving. He was crouched in front of the amazing work of art, studying it, seeming to get lost in it.
Mara's parting words had been a bit enigmatic. Rose knew the Doctor knew lots of people, and she hadn't met many of them. But she had to wonder what friend would send a message through the shy artist... or even could.
She made her way to the kitchen. Coffee she could make, even if it had to do without cream. She eyed the refridgerator with care. Why was she thinking of the locker aliens in Men In Black? Would the sentient mold be blinded if the door ever opend and the fridge light came on?
Oh well. The bread was a week stale, as were the bagals. Not that the toaster would cook them anyhow. So she dug out the pop-tarts, as that was all the rewired chrome contraption would deign to cook. Coffee and Pop-tarts were not the best way to start a morning sure to lead to a long walk. There were crackers and peanut butter. Some wheetabix, but no milk. The milk was apparently evolving into some sort of curdled politician. Would it want to negotiate for ownership of the fridge?
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[Rose] The Messenger (tag Mara, open)
Date: 2006-04-21 03:07 am (UTC)Mara's parting words had been a bit enigmatic. Rose knew the Doctor knew lots of people, and she hadn't met many of them. But she had to wonder what friend would send a message through the shy artist... or even could.
She made her way to the kitchen. Coffee she could make, even if it had to do without cream. She eyed the refridgerator with care. Why was she thinking of the locker aliens in Men In Black? Would the sentient mold be blinded if the door ever opend and the fridge light came on?
Oh well. The bread was a week stale, as were the bagals. Not that the toaster would cook them anyhow. So she dug out the pop-tarts, as that was all the rewired chrome contraption would deign to cook. Coffee and Pop-tarts were not the best way to start a morning sure to lead to a long walk. There were crackers and peanut butter. Some wheetabix, but no milk. The milk was apparently evolving into some sort of curdled politician. Would it want to negotiate for ownership of the fridge?