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CHARACTERS: Rose Tyler & Open!
LOCATION: Random hallways
WARNINGS: Nothing yet.
SUMMARY: Rose decides to continue refusing to believe there's not a way back home.
NOTES: If a random hallway doesn't work for you, she could also be in the gardens somewhere! Also prose + action work for me, pick your poison.

It's not easy being trapped on the ship. She's lucky that she has friends here, ones that she'd give anything to protect and make happy, but she honestly can't help but feel a pang of loss at the fact she's cut off from home and what's waiting for her back there. There's so much good she can do there, and she doesn't quite feel that there's anything to be useful with here. There's no wars to stop, no planets to save, no anything except surviving. And sure, she's ashamed of how much she moped during this last jump, but she's trying to put that all behind her.

And the best way to do that is one of her favorite things: exploring. Again.

She feels like she's explored every inch of this ship, but knows it's impossible for her to really do so. But still, she's determined to at least try. She refuses to ever give up and lose faith in things again. She's a strong woman, and she knows she's fully capable of finding her own way out. So she devotes herself entirely to exploring, to traipsing her way through the halls. She finds panels here and there, and she tries her best to open them and press a whole lot of buttons or cross some wires. It usually doesn't work, but her plan at this point is to basically press a lot of random things and hope it all works out in her favor and a door back home appears. She's picked the idea up from a certain someone that far fetched dreams like that can actually come true. So using a makeshift mallet to beat at walls, doors, and panels? It's so happening.

Occasionally, she'll find herself on a floor where she knows a friend resides, and that promptly has her going up to their door for an unannounced visit. She knows that seeing friendly faces helps her heart feel a little less like it's sinking, so she hopes none of them mind all that much. She might mistakingly visit the wrong door, though. Sometimes numbers are hard to keep track of, especially when you've got a lot of other things on your mind, and the number nineteen seems to keep popping up in your thoughts as being something really important to focus on.

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[River's just heading out from the engineering department to grab a quick meal when she finds Rose at the entrance, apparently trying to break through the door. She raises an amused eyebrow at her, as if she comes across sights like this every day.]

Hello, Rose. Trying a bit of remodelling?

[Surprised to both hear and see River, she stops mid-whacking at the door and puts on her best grin. The makeshift mallet is carefully tucked away to be held behind her back.]

Right, yeah, just figured the -

[Her eyes scan where she's looking to try and catch a location.]

Engineering department could use a bit of a pick me up!

I suppose having to fix the door would be a change of pace.

[River's not judging Rose for the attempt. She's never been able to resist a locked door herself, even if she normally goes about breaking and entering with a bit more finesse. But still, probably better to find something else for Rose to do.]

Have you eaten yet?

What?

[She wasn't expecting an invitation to grab some food, and she stares over at River for a moment before shrugging. Her makeshift mallet is casually dropped onto the floor, and she coughs as if it overshadows it, and then she's sliding her way on over to walk off.]

Nah, haven't done that yet today. Figure now's a good time to get on that, yeah? Couldn't think of better company, either.

[River ignores Rose's confusion and mallet littering in favour of shooting her a smile and starting towards the kitchens.]

Good, me neither.

[after a brief pause]

Can you cook, by any chance?

Mum taught me a bit here and there. I'm not hopeless at it or anything.

[She shrugs, figuring that she's decent enough. Especially if River isn't wanting anything too complicated.]

Why? What're you wanting to make?

Oh, I'm not fussy. I've just never much been one for cooking, myself, and endless sandwiches are getting rather dull.

[Jumping straight from being raised by an alien cult to the world of academia will do that]

[Desmond stays on patrol most days, unless he has somewhere else he needs to be. It keeps his mind focused, doesn't allow him to get complacent, and certainly chases the anxiety away. Mostly.

Familiar faces help- this one he hasn't seen since he met her during a jump a bit ago.]

Still here then, sistah? [It's not the most pleasant of greetings, but he makes up for it by grinning. He is a pleased Scottish bunny.]

[Rose quickly places his voice, even though she hasn't seen him in what feels like quite some time. She flashes him a toothy grin, and gives a casual shrug of her shoulders, as if that question doesn't bother her on several levels.]

Still here, far as I know.

[She laughs after that, since she really hadn't needed to say anything at all. But she's awkwardly standing there with a makeshift mallet, and she feels the need to say something.]

Hoping that's not the case for much longer, though!

Right. Planning on escaping through the walls, yeah? [He nods at her mallet.]

What?

[She's taken off guard by the question, and is quick to casually hide the mallet behind her back.]

No, course not! I'm gonna see if there's any tears in the fabric of the universe we're traveling through. There's gotta be one somewhere I can take advantage of!

[No, really. She's fully intending on trying to dimension hop using tears in the universe. It's her big idea.]

[Thankfully, she's talking to a guy whose brain can time travel. He only gives her a slightly odd look and then laughs.] I see. And you're gonna find 'em by tapping on the walls?

No, I'm gonna find 'em in the walls. They're not just hiding right out in the open, y'know.

[And really, she doesn't know either, but it gives her something to work for.]

Oh right. Of course not. Well, I'd think they'd give off some sort of energy, yeah? Somethin' you can feel. Don't know if the tappin'd do any good, but I'm no expert.

Don't think all of 'em would do that. How much do you know about tears in the fabric of reality itself, anyway?

[She laughs a bit, unsure if she's hitting a sore spot.]

Surprisingly not that much. [He laughs, but if it hits a nerve, he doesn't show it. There was an island. It time traveled. He wasn't there for that.] Like I said, sistah- I'm no expert. But I know a few people who are. A few things just stick.

[Life has been rather bleak aboard the old Tranquility for-- what, nearly a month now? But thank Merlin for small favors because, Sirius thinks, it could always be worse. You could be the mad girl wandering the corridor just ahead of him, knocking at the walls with a... hammer of some sort, occasionally stopping to fuss with buttons and things. Buttons and things are far, far beyond Sirius' level of expertise, and so he generally leaves them and anyone interested in them alone--no sense in wasting time, no sense in looking foolish, better to just avoid what you don't understand than risk petty smug corrections. But, okay, this poor mental girl. He's just been trailing her for a bit, distantly, his hands in his pockets, trying to suss out if she's actually about anything--

Oh, hang on. He recognises her, vaguely. The qudditch girl, the one he'd offered lessons to. Rosie? Roseanne? Rose? He's shit with girl's names sometimes, he really is. Anyway, she's prising at a bit of paneling when he finally whistles, low, like he's ree-eeeally impressed.

(Not.)]

Wow. Is-- this what passes for sport, where you're from? Got to say, it's not very entertaining.

[She drops the mallet, and spins about to face him. She recognizes him at once.]

Sirius?

[She frowns, holding both hands up, as if she's been caught doing something. Which she has, so she doesn't bother hiding it.]

Not trying to be entertaining. Was gonna see what's in the walls. Figure there might be something worth looking at.

[She shrugs, hands dropping and going to rest on her hips instead. She's not really sure how to not look like a dumb girl in this conversation, and maybe she is a bit daft, but she thinks it can't be that weird to wonder what's inside the walls and try to get a look for yourself.]

[Simon is surprised when he sees her on his floor. And he was going to say hello, he really was. Rose is one of the few people that he can approach and not feel the least bit awkward. But she's doing something strange with a hammer and the walls, and Simon follows, trying to figure out what it is.

When he can't is when he finally speaks up.]

Can I help?

[She jumps when he speaks up, and the mallet slips out of her hands, crashing to the floor. She glances over at him, looking entirely sheepish.]

Simon!

[She's glad to see him, at least, so the bright smile overtakes the embarrassment, and she's left trying to explain what she's doing.]

Not sure if help's gonna...well, help. I was trying to see what's inside the walls, s'all. Not all that exciting.

[She jumps and he jumps, but the smile on his lips is wide and genuine if forever awkward. Simon gestures to the mallet before stepping forward and picking it up for her.]

Maybe you could ask someone in engineering. They might know.

[He thinks briefly of the guy he met his first jump, and the way he placed his hand against the wall. Almost like he was listening to something.]

Why do you want to know?

How to get out. Maybe through some kinda...hidden portal or tear in reality or something? I know it sounds daft, but I've seen it happen before, Simon. I know there's gotta be a way out of here. It's just hidden.

[And she can't just sit there and mope around about it. She's got to find a way out on her own and get back to the Doctor that way. Because he's hopeless without her, back on Canary Wharf and fighting both the Daleks and the Cybermen. She's got to get back to him and save the day, but she can't do that if she's busy hammering away at walls like some stupid girl.]

I believe you.

[He says it quickly, at first just to reassure her. But then...he does believe it, at least in the possibility of it. He's a young offender given a super power by a freak storm and ended up on a spaceship. He could believe anything.]

Maybe there's cold spots on the walls. Or hot spots. Any place where it feels different.

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