Log Time! (Slightly Backdated)
Who: Rose Tyler, Captain Barbossa
Where: In the hall outside the infirmary.
When: In the morning, sometime after Martha made the announcement about Sonmi.
What: Rose just having a mild freakout about dead things and blood :|
Warnings: None really :D Will update if needed.
Rose didn't kick up as huge a fuss as she herself worried she would, when talk of draining the new arrival's blood came up. She had hated the idea but knew that it was needed -- if the Barge wasn't going to come back on, they had to do what they could, even for the vampires. This did not, however, mean that she had stomach enough to watch, so she hadn't offered to help back in surgery (fat lot of good she could have done anyway), and had by this point decided she couldn't stay in the infirmary either. She slid into the hallway and with the help of the light from her journal found her way into the stairwell. It was just as stuffy and dark and dead as any other place on the ship, but for some reason it felt a little closer to 'outside' without being as frigid as the main deck, especially this early.
Truth told, Rose Tyler didn't know why she felt her chest tightening in panic. It wasn't that she had no faith in the people trying to fix the whole thing. It wasn't that she was really afraid of many of the people on this ship. Instead, it was more like that slow realization that struck her on seeing the End of the World -- that she had, once again, leaped headlong into some mad situation, with potentially mad people, and she didn't even think about it. It never occurred to her that the Admiral might disappear. Or that the ship might die (and she imagined the TARDIS doing the same thing would be just as frightening). But now they had, and what was she going to do now?
She chanced pulling her mobile out of her pocket and clicking a few buttons to see if it worked. That would have been good luck at this point, a chance to talk to her mother and calm herself down.
But nothing. Her face scrunched up as she fought back threatening tears. She sank back against the wall and sat on the floor, folding her arms over her bent knees. It was morning, and it felt like she'd been awake for days.
She could have avoided this -- not certain how. But that was what she thought.
Where: In the hall outside the infirmary.
When: In the morning, sometime after Martha made the announcement about Sonmi.
What: Rose just having a mild freakout about dead things and blood :|
Warnings: None really :D Will update if needed.
Rose didn't kick up as huge a fuss as she herself worried she would, when talk of draining the new arrival's blood came up. She had hated the idea but knew that it was needed -- if the Barge wasn't going to come back on, they had to do what they could, even for the vampires. This did not, however, mean that she had stomach enough to watch, so she hadn't offered to help back in surgery (fat lot of good she could have done anyway), and had by this point decided she couldn't stay in the infirmary either. She slid into the hallway and with the help of the light from her journal found her way into the stairwell. It was just as stuffy and dark and dead as any other place on the ship, but for some reason it felt a little closer to 'outside' without being as frigid as the main deck, especially this early.
Truth told, Rose Tyler didn't know why she felt her chest tightening in panic. It wasn't that she had no faith in the people trying to fix the whole thing. It wasn't that she was really afraid of many of the people on this ship. Instead, it was more like that slow realization that struck her on seeing the End of the World -- that she had, once again, leaped headlong into some mad situation, with potentially mad people, and she didn't even think about it. It never occurred to her that the Admiral might disappear. Or that the ship might die (and she imagined the TARDIS doing the same thing would be just as frightening). But now they had, and what was she going to do now?
She chanced pulling her mobile out of her pocket and clicking a few buttons to see if it worked. That would have been good luck at this point, a chance to talk to her mother and calm herself down.
But nothing. Her face scrunched up as she fought back threatening tears. She sank back against the wall and sat on the floor, folding her arms over her bent knees. It was morning, and it felt like she'd been awake for days.
She could have avoided this -- not certain how. But that was what she thought.