Ashes to ashes...
Asleep on the couch. That would be her excuse on how she didn't see them appear, how the hat appeared on her head, the question-mark umbrella by her side.
She didn't hear the crackling news broadcasts that took place in the pouring rain, the sound of the Doctor - her Doctor's raised over the thrum of air car. Ace was dreaming of the TARDIS, of the white walls with the circular imprints.
The dreams were nightmares, too. Rolling pepperpots that could down a man with a shot, his internal organs scrambled like an egg. All of them around her, screeching through their artifical voiceboxes as one group of blobs tried to rule over another group of blobs.
It wasn't that complicated, not anymore. Daleks were Daleks on the new show. They used pigs and slaves, could travel in time and there were only a few, but there were somehow always more. It wasn't this race and that race, and the mindless slaughter made her wonder about Mike, when he was awake.
And that reminded her of Captain Sorin. She dreamed of him, too. Back then, when she was younger and he'd been one of the first people to really act like that with her - here, it was different. Jack was Jack, and Ianto... things had always been complicated with Ianto. Sandor and Jamie, and the Doctor-
.... Odd. Her relationships were odd, and she still didn't know what she'd do without them. She made a noise in her sleep, shifting as the blaring of sirens, of explosions and her own voice didn't wake her up. It was some time later, when the radio had played her half-singing Somewhere over the Rainbow, followed by the Doctor telling her to wake up.
Loudly.
She jerked awake, shoving the hat out of her face- and it fell to the floor, the umbrella poking into her side.
His umbrella. His hat. Her Doctor's. The black umbrella had a red question mark for the handle - it was distinctive from the get go, and his hat was too large on her head. She stared at the umbrella, and then shifted on the couch - sitting crosslegged, the hat on her head with the umbrella in her lap, looking almost.... dazed.
She's never gotten anything from home, before.
OOC: ST/LT Welcome. This is Ace's last post before this version of her goes home. Feel free to have listened to the audioplays, or just have come in - I don't mind either way.
She didn't hear the crackling news broadcasts that took place in the pouring rain, the sound of the Doctor - her Doctor's raised over the thrum of air car. Ace was dreaming of the TARDIS, of the white walls with the circular imprints.
The dreams were nightmares, too. Rolling pepperpots that could down a man with a shot, his internal organs scrambled like an egg. All of them around her, screeching through their artifical voiceboxes as one group of blobs tried to rule over another group of blobs.
It wasn't that complicated, not anymore. Daleks were Daleks on the new show. They used pigs and slaves, could travel in time and there were only a few, but there were somehow always more. It wasn't this race and that race, and the mindless slaughter made her wonder about Mike, when he was awake.
And that reminded her of Captain Sorin. She dreamed of him, too. Back then, when she was younger and he'd been one of the first people to really act like that with her - here, it was different. Jack was Jack, and Ianto... things had always been complicated with Ianto. Sandor and Jamie, and the Doctor-
.... Odd. Her relationships were odd, and she still didn't know what she'd do without them. She made a noise in her sleep, shifting as the blaring of sirens, of explosions and her own voice didn't wake her up. It was some time later, when the radio had played her half-singing Somewhere over the Rainbow, followed by the Doctor telling her to wake up.
Loudly.
She jerked awake, shoving the hat out of her face- and it fell to the floor, the umbrella poking into her side.
His umbrella. His hat. Her Doctor's. The black umbrella had a red question mark for the handle - it was distinctive from the get go, and his hat was too large on her head. She stared at the umbrella, and then shifted on the couch - sitting crosslegged, the hat on her head with the umbrella in her lap, looking almost.... dazed.
She's never gotten anything from home, before.
OOC: ST/LT Welcome. This is Ace's last post before this version of her goes home. Feel free to have listened to the audioplays, or just have come in - I don't mind either way.