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Rose was starting to get used to this place. Navigating the corridors and... spending entirely too much time than was really appropriate in the elevator, pressing buttons. It wasn't bad, all things considered. A bit like the TARDIS, in that it seemed to be annoyingly larger on the inside, with anything you could possibly want to do installed in it. She'd had a bit of fun in the pool, perused the library, even ran into a casino once. That was lovely.
For right now, though, Rose was doing something else entirely. Dancing. The kind with music, for starters. It's a lovely scene, with low lights and a stereo set to play at the perfect volume. She's alone, at the moment, swaying softly- admittedly, possibly a bit awkward, maybe a bit silly- in time with Frank Sinatra's As Time Goes By.
It's no Elvis, but she seems to like it.
For right now, though, Rose was doing something else entirely. Dancing. The kind with music, for starters. It's a lovely scene, with low lights and a stereo set to play at the perfect volume. She's alone, at the moment, swaying softly- admittedly, possibly a bit awkward, maybe a bit silly- in time with Frank Sinatra's As Time Goes By.
It's no Elvis, but she seems to like it.