Of Wool and Grecian UndergarmentshavelovedApril 18 2011, 15:00:31 UTC
"I'm not wearin' it."
"Well, you can't go out wearing that--all our travels, Rose, you'd think by now you'd--"
"I do know, Doctor, and that's fine talk comin' from someone whose excuse is always changed my jumper!" Rose said accusingly, pointing a finger at today's choice (forest green). "I'm not wearing something that looks like the sweater my Great Aunt Tilly knitted for Christmas one year!"
"You could always run naked, Blondie," Jack posited. "Give them a sight they'll apprec--"
He held up his hands at the glares fixed on him by both Rose and the Doctor, both of which were icy enough to freeze Hell over. "Eesh. Just a suggestion."
Rose held the himation as far from her body as possible, the very tips of her fingers grasping the drab grey wool. "These things at least come in other colors, yeah?"
The Doctor wanted to roll his eyes--honestly, they were going to see the first performance of Aristophanes' The Clouds, a play that would be lost to history, and she was quibbling about the color of the wool--but somehow couldn't do it. By now, he found things like this endearing--Rose's refusal to accept anything drab, her need to make the world just the slightest bit brighter. Even if that meant replacing items in the TARDIS wardrobe, one step at a time.
"You could get it dyed," he grudgingly offered. "Might have even figured out a way to dye it pink, at this point."
A success--Rose seemed pleased enough with that compromise. "Then we're stopping off somewhere and doing just that." She gathered up the himation and chiton, heading off to her room to change, before she whirled back around. "Can't wear knickers with this, can I?"
The Doctor nearly choked.
"I am more than willing to perform reconnaissance to find out," Jack offered solemnly.
"Bet you would be," the Doctor wanted to grumble, but refrained. Rose took far too much delight in him and Jack bickering, had even called him jealous of Jack's prowess with... well, just about anything that moved and a few things that didn't.
"Knickers, no," the Doctor finally said, hoping that quizzical eyebrow Rose raised at his hesitation would soon return to its normal position. He couldn't have Rose Tyler wondering about his propriety. No, he couldn't have that at all, never mind if he wanted to. "You might be able to scrounge up a strophion from the wardrobe if you try hard enough."
"Strophion?"
She was just going to make him say it, wasn't she. "Grecian equivalent of a bra."
"Ahh. You happen to have one of those lying around, do you?"
Jack was getting up and heading to the wardrobe. "If there's anything I'm good at, it's locating ladies' undergarments. Leave it to me, Doc."
The Doctor was setting the landing coordinates as Rose headed to her room and Jack trotted off (just a bit too eagerly, the Doctor felt) to the wardrobe. "Fifteen minutes or we'll miss the performance!" he called.
"It's a time machine; we could land three days before the performance!" Rose hollered back.
"And if we miss the performance, we might as well sample the wine!" Jack's voice drifted in from somewhere in the vicinity of t the wardrobe. "They worship Dionysus; they've gotta have something worth drinking..."
It was going to be a very, very long trip.
(A/N: That was so much fun! I was hoping for a Nine/Rose/Jack prompt; they're forever my OT3. Hope you enjoyed!!)
Re: Of Wool and Grecian UndergarmentshavelovedApril 18 2011, 17:41:19 UTC
LOL, I could try! This was actually my first official try at them--much as I love them, my only other experience with writing all three together was a collab fic, and there, my partner handled most of Jack's bits. So this was stretching my wings a bit, and I totally enjoyed it. :D
(BTW - would you mind if I friended you? I realized upon looking at your profile that you were one of the people that expressed interest in my Being Erica/Doctor Who crossover. Still no progress as yet on that front, but I'd love to have you as a friend, if you're willing!)
"Well, you can't go out wearing that--all our travels, Rose, you'd think by now you'd--"
"I do know, Doctor, and that's fine talk comin' from someone whose excuse is always changed my jumper!" Rose said accusingly, pointing a finger at today's choice (forest green). "I'm not wearing something that looks like the sweater my Great Aunt Tilly knitted for Christmas one year!"
"You could always run naked, Blondie," Jack posited. "Give them a sight they'll apprec--"
He held up his hands at the glares fixed on him by both Rose and the Doctor, both of which were icy enough to freeze Hell over. "Eesh. Just a suggestion."
Rose held the himation as far from her body as possible, the very tips of her fingers grasping the drab grey wool. "These things at least come in other colors, yeah?"
The Doctor wanted to roll his eyes--honestly, they were going to see the first performance of Aristophanes' The Clouds, a play that would be lost to history, and she was quibbling about the color of the wool--but somehow couldn't do it. By now, he found things like this endearing--Rose's refusal to accept anything drab, her need to make the world just the slightest bit brighter. Even if that meant replacing items in the TARDIS wardrobe, one step at a time.
"You could get it dyed," he grudgingly offered. "Might have even figured out a way to dye it pink, at this point."
A success--Rose seemed pleased enough with that compromise. "Then we're stopping off somewhere and doing just that." She gathered up the himation and chiton, heading off to her room to change, before she whirled back around. "Can't wear knickers with this, can I?"
The Doctor nearly choked.
"I am more than willing to perform reconnaissance to find out," Jack offered solemnly.
"Bet you would be," the Doctor wanted to grumble, but refrained. Rose took far too much delight in him and Jack bickering, had even called him jealous of Jack's prowess with... well, just about anything that moved and a few things that didn't.
"Knickers, no," the Doctor finally said, hoping that quizzical eyebrow Rose raised at his hesitation would soon return to its normal position. He couldn't have Rose Tyler wondering about his propriety. No, he couldn't have that at all, never mind if he wanted to. "You might be able to scrounge up a strophion from the wardrobe if you try hard enough."
"Strophion?"
She was just going to make him say it, wasn't she. "Grecian equivalent of a bra."
"Ahh. You happen to have one of those lying around, do you?"
Jack was getting up and heading to the wardrobe. "If there's anything I'm good at, it's locating ladies' undergarments. Leave it to me, Doc."
The Doctor was setting the landing coordinates as Rose headed to her room and Jack trotted off (just a bit too eagerly, the Doctor felt) to the wardrobe. "Fifteen minutes or we'll miss the performance!" he called.
"It's a time machine; we could land three days before the performance!" Rose hollered back.
"And if we miss the performance, we might as well sample the wine!" Jack's voice drifted in from somewhere in the vicinity of t the wardrobe. "They worship Dionysus; they've gotta have something worth drinking..."
It was going to be a very, very long trip.
(A/N: That was so much fun! I was hoping for a Nine/Rose/Jack prompt; they're forever my OT3. Hope you enjoyed!!)
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(BTW - would you mind if I friended you? I realized upon looking at your profile that you were one of the people that expressed interest in my Being Erica/Doctor Who crossover. Still no progress as yet on that front, but I'd love to have you as a friend, if you're willing!)
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Sure, go ahead and friend me! Speaking of Being Erica fics, I seriously need to get back to working on the two Erica/Dr. Tom ones I started...
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