pods; [The last thing she remembers is the void, and knowing she was about to be sucked right into it. So when she topples out of her pod hacking and a mess of goo and clumsy flailing limbs, she's more than a little surprised to still be alive. After feeling like she's coughed for nearly an hour, she's able to focus attention to her legs. Functioning legs are important. Even though they're wobbly, she's able to rise up to stand. So she can look around, she shakes off her hands as best as possible and proceeds to wipe at her face. Eyesight is also important in situations like these.
She sees people around her going every which way, but doesn't keep track of how many things there are. The most important thing in the moment is figuring out where she is and what's going on. And also, the location of the man she left behind.]
Doctor?
[She calls out over the noise of the others, cautiously looking all around her. Oh, he's going to get an earful when she finds him.]
lockers;
[By now, Rose is clean and dressed, glad to have her own things to wear. They put her a little at ease, despite being a ball of nerves on the inside. The fact that her locker is filled with her things and her arm's got numbers on it are entirely unsettling though, and she's trying really hard to not think about it. Her mind is racing, tracing back her last steps back at Canary Wharf. She needs to be there, she can't be someplace else. It's not fair, it isn't right. But after hearing the talk of others, it sounds like she's on a spaceship. Not something warm and brilliant like the TARDIS, but something sharp and cold and entirely alien.
Not that she minds alien.
She pulls her phone out of her locker and finds it powered up as always, and thanks whoever brought her here for letting her keep her superphone. She scrolls through the contact list to find TARDIS, and quickly finds that her mobile doesn't connect. There's not even a busy signal or anything, just dead air. Angry at her situation, she throws the phone back in the locker, pleased when it makes a loud ding against the metal. Serves it right, for being so useless.]
Rose Tyler / ota
[The last thing she remembers is the void, and knowing she was about to be sucked right into it. So when she topples out of her pod hacking and a mess of goo and clumsy flailing limbs, she's more than a little surprised to still be alive. After feeling like she's coughed for nearly an hour, she's able to focus attention to her legs. Functioning legs are important. Even though they're wobbly, she's able to rise up to stand. So she can look around, she shakes off her hands as best as possible and proceeds to wipe at her face. Eyesight is also important in situations like these.
She sees people around her going every which way, but doesn't keep track of how many things there are. The most important thing in the moment is figuring out where she is and what's going on. And also, the location of the man she left behind.]
Doctor?
[She calls out over the noise of the others, cautiously looking all around her. Oh, he's going to get an earful when she finds him.]
lockers;
[By now, Rose is clean and dressed, glad to have her own things to wear. They put her a little at ease, despite being a ball of nerves on the inside. The fact that her locker is filled with her things and her arm's got numbers on it are entirely unsettling though, and she's trying really hard to not think about it. Her mind is racing, tracing back her last steps back at Canary Wharf. She needs to be there, she can't be someplace else. It's not fair, it isn't right. But after hearing the talk of others, it sounds like she's on a spaceship. Not something warm and brilliant like the TARDIS, but something sharp and cold and entirely alien.
Not that she minds alien.
She pulls her phone out of her locker and finds it powered up as always, and thanks whoever brought her here for letting her keep her superphone. She scrolls through the contact list to find TARDIS, and quickly finds that her mobile doesn't connect. There's not even a busy signal or anything, just dead air. Angry at her situation, she throws the phone back in the locker, pleased when it makes a loud ding against the metal. Serves it right, for being so useless.]