Finding An Ox - [Closed Narrative]
Rose stared at herself in the mirror, adjusting the outfit she had picked out from the selection of period clothing The Doctor seemed to have plenty of. It was a little bit more ... formal ... than she probably would have needed for the task she was about to do, but sometimes Rose just liked to feel pretty.
She turned and grabbed the rope The Doctor had thrown at her and headed through the console room to the door of the TARDIS. He must have already left to see the Candlestick maker or whomever he was with at the moment. Rose locked the door behind her and watched the key disappear around her wrist again.
How wierd. It would take her a while to get used to that.
Rose looked around at the individual buildings comprising the small village the TARDIS had ended up in. It was quaint and quiet. She spotted what looked like the Pub and headed in that direction. It was cold outside and she pulled her cloak tightly around her to try and keep out the wintery chill.
Snow blew in with her as she entered the little Pub and the closed the door softly behind her. Walking up to the bar, she waved to get the burly man's attention. "I'm looking for Big Tim."
He was gruff in his response. "Who wants to know?"
Rose looked at him blankly and shook her head lightly. "I ... do. Or I wouldn't be asking."
"I'm Big Tim. What do you want?"
She opened her mouth and then closed it again, realizing for the first time, how rediculous her request was going to be. "I'm looking for an Ox, a black one preferably and I was told that you might know where I might be able to find it."
Big Tim turned away from her and pulled a bottle of amber liquor from the shelf behind him. "Yeah, I got one. You can't have it."
Blinking at him, Rose chewed her bottom lip. Nervous habit and it was something she found hard to stop doing. "Are you sure? Perhaps I can p ... "
"No." Big Tim didn't even bother to turn around when he interupted her.
"Right then." She said, giving him a look, which of course, he couldn't see. "I guess that takes care of that then.
Rose turned away from the bar, being careful not to meet the glances of the various other patrons of the pub. She tightened her grip on the rope and headed for the door. No Ox this time. Not by asking politely, and theft just wasn't her thing.
The Doctor would probably be very disappointed with her.
But come to think of it, he didn't even explain why she needed to get one in the first place.
Perhaps he was still over at the Candlestick Makers. That where she would go now.