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voidtreckerexpress2021-02-22 09:52 am
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OTA
Who: Rose Tyler (AU) and Open
Where: Various (kitchen, garden, spa, wildcard)
When: Jelly 16-30
What: Generally settling in, with free food in the kitchen prompt.
Warnings: Nope
Downstairs Kitchen, Night
Maybe it's not normal to cook in the middle of the night, but she's got a craving and Rose isn't sure if she’ll be stepping on any toes with red team on kitchen duty.
Whenever she’s uprooted, she wants comfort food, and even after three centuries that still means one thing: chips. Delicious pieces of potato deep-fried until their nutritional value is in the negatives, preferably from one of those little shops where everything is fried.
Sadly, she can’t just pop out to pick up an order--her usual MO--because she's been effectively shanghaied by this train. At least all of the necessary ingredients are in stock and she can make a respectable version herself. It takes time but eventually she produces a plate piled high with steaming hot chips.
She looks down, considering the portion. Earlier, it had seemed like a waste to go through all the trouble of cooking from scratch to make just enough for herself, but maybe she'd overcompensated? It seems unlikely that there'll be many hungry passersby to share this with at this time of night.
"That might be a problem."
Garden
Rose doesn’t like the garden carriage and not just because it’s basically an enormous window to the headache-inducing void.
She can see how others would find it peaceful and beautiful, but whenever she passes through, she can’t help the shiver that runs down her spine. Still, her unease won’t stop her from learning the layouts of each car and today was the day she’d chosen for this one.
She deliberately paces her way along the pathways, noting potential obstacles and changing textures underfoot. During one of her circuits, she pauses to stare at one of the statues. Her expression is complicated, more so than a simple stone figure should warrant.
Spa
Rose is reading, though not in the most expected of places. Wearing a purple swimsuit (not her color of choice, but if the powers-that-be want them color-coded for their convenience, she’ll play along for now) and with her blonde curls piled on top of her head, she’s lounging in the heated pool with a book from the Merry Little Voidtrain series.
It’s one of several, the rest stacked neatly outside of the potential splash zone. It looks like she raided the library for information on the void, though there are some more non-fiction in the mix as well.
It looks like she'll be here for a while.
Wildcard
It’s her first two weeks on board so she’s still learning where everything is and the general rhythms of train life. Find her cleaning up as part of her purple duties, training, and generally poking around.
Where: Various (kitchen, garden, spa, wildcard)
When: Jelly 16-30
What: Generally settling in, with free food in the kitchen prompt.
Warnings: Nope
Downstairs Kitchen, Night
Maybe it's not normal to cook in the middle of the night, but she's got a craving and Rose isn't sure if she’ll be stepping on any toes with red team on kitchen duty.
Whenever she’s uprooted, she wants comfort food, and even after three centuries that still means one thing: chips. Delicious pieces of potato deep-fried until their nutritional value is in the negatives, preferably from one of those little shops where everything is fried.
Sadly, she can’t just pop out to pick up an order--her usual MO--because she's been effectively shanghaied by this train. At least all of the necessary ingredients are in stock and she can make a respectable version herself. It takes time but eventually she produces a plate piled high with steaming hot chips.
She looks down, considering the portion. Earlier, it had seemed like a waste to go through all the trouble of cooking from scratch to make just enough for herself, but maybe she'd overcompensated? It seems unlikely that there'll be many hungry passersby to share this with at this time of night.
"That might be a problem."
Garden
Rose doesn’t like the garden carriage and not just because it’s basically an enormous window to the headache-inducing void.
She can see how others would find it peaceful and beautiful, but whenever she passes through, she can’t help the shiver that runs down her spine. Still, her unease won’t stop her from learning the layouts of each car and today was the day she’d chosen for this one.
She deliberately paces her way along the pathways, noting potential obstacles and changing textures underfoot. During one of her circuits, she pauses to stare at one of the statues. Her expression is complicated, more so than a simple stone figure should warrant.
Spa
Rose is reading, though not in the most expected of places. Wearing a purple swimsuit (not her color of choice, but if the powers-that-be want them color-coded for their convenience, she’ll play along for now) and with her blonde curls piled on top of her head, she’s lounging in the heated pool with a book from the Merry Little Voidtrain series.
It’s one of several, the rest stacked neatly outside of the potential splash zone. It looks like she raided the library for information on the void, though there are some more non-fiction in the mix as well.
It looks like she'll be here for a while.
Wildcard
It’s her first two weeks on board so she’s still learning where everything is and the general rhythms of train life. Find her cleaning up as part of her purple duties, training, and generally poking around.
no subject
Rose knows that voice in her bones. It’s only years (centuries) of practice that keep her head from snapping up like a wolf that’s caught a scent. Instead, she shifts her gaze slightly to catch him in her peripheral vision. The hair, the clothes... She can see enough to know that this isn’t the one she’s been looking for. It never is. The disappointment, as always, stings but she’s long since learned to push past it.
“Really?” She asks, playing along. She tilts her head, chin in hand in the near-universal posture of thinking. “Do you think it’s the strong silent type?”
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For a demon, Crowley can be polite. He smiles with a soft scoff, not in any sort of offense, but rather because it's an easy sound to make to show that he finds humor in a situation.
"More than likely," he replies with a friendly smile, "Or it doesn't really like the way you're staring at it. One or the other."
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Rose offers a smile in return, although someone that knew her would notice that it's a little strained around the edges. "Has anyone ever told you that you've got a familiar face?"
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"Often." he answers with a smirk, "I seem to get around."
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She shrugs. "Well, it's not so much about winning as playing to a draw. And you can play in teams. And the stakes are stupidly high." She pauses, frowning thoughtfully. "I swear this analogy works if you don't look at it too closely."
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"I'll take your word for it." he huffs amusedly. "It sounds like an awfully long story."