Maybe I'm clever, maybe I've gone mad.
Who: Rose Tyler, Lucifer, OPEN
What: Rose is tired of waiting around, and literally goes fishing for trouble.
Where: The grounds, beside the pond.
When: Day Nineteen, afternoon
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Violence?
Rose Tyler was through with doing nothing. She'd spent Christmas heartbroken, missing her baby brother. She'd be reaching a year in the house soon. It was maddening, unacceptable. She was smarter than this.
Rose had made a plan to go after Oliver's pets. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy. The winter cold seemed to keep creature activity to a minimum. She'd existed without leads for days... until she remembered the pond.
Before Buffy had disappeared, the two blondes had seen something in the water- a big, swimming shadow. Back then, Rose had been too riled up over her idiot feelings for Sam to really care. Now, though, the mystery was a bringer of hope. Whatever was swimming about was definitely big enough to cause a stir if caught. So, Rose put on her rainbow scarf, and for several days, kinda-sorta "borrowed" what wasn't hers.
The Doctor's moped now looked like something out of a Wile E. Coyote cartoon. Rose's shotgun had been mounted to the side with empty candlesticks and chandelier chain. On the back, she'd stored some of Buffy's old bedsheets, cut into makeshift nets. Honestly, Rose didn't much know what she was doing- but it was something. Doing something made her feel less helpless.
She found the pond mostly frozen. The center, however, remained liquid. Leaving the moped in the snow, the Companion stepped onto the ice. She wasn't afraid; gymnastics had given Rose brilliant balance. She reached the free water quickly, and crouched down. Ignoring the cold, she removed one of her red gloves and dipped her fingers.
The water was warm. A look of confusion crossed Rose's face. If there was some sort of heating system or even geothermal activity, there shouldn't have been ice at all! Rose looked behind her. Nothing nearby had changed, but even the air was warmer in this spot. It was like winter just didn't exist in this small circle! She considered jumping in, but knew she'd freeze the second she emerged again.
"Righ', well..." Rose stood up on the ice, moving to fetch a homemade net from the moped.
What: Rose is tired of waiting around, and literally goes fishing for trouble.
Where: The grounds, beside the pond.
When: Day Nineteen, afternoon
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Violence?
Rose Tyler was through with doing nothing. She'd spent Christmas heartbroken, missing her baby brother. She'd be reaching a year in the house soon. It was maddening, unacceptable. She was smarter than this.
Rose had made a plan to go after Oliver's pets. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy. The winter cold seemed to keep creature activity to a minimum. She'd existed without leads for days... until she remembered the pond.
Before Buffy had disappeared, the two blondes had seen something in the water- a big, swimming shadow. Back then, Rose had been too riled up over her idiot feelings for Sam to really care. Now, though, the mystery was a bringer of hope. Whatever was swimming about was definitely big enough to cause a stir if caught. So, Rose put on her rainbow scarf, and for several days, kinda-sorta "borrowed" what wasn't hers.
The Doctor's moped now looked like something out of a Wile E. Coyote cartoon. Rose's shotgun had been mounted to the side with empty candlesticks and chandelier chain. On the back, she'd stored some of Buffy's old bedsheets, cut into makeshift nets. Honestly, Rose didn't much know what she was doing- but it was something. Doing something made her feel less helpless.
She found the pond mostly frozen. The center, however, remained liquid. Leaving the moped in the snow, the Companion stepped onto the ice. She wasn't afraid; gymnastics had given Rose brilliant balance. She reached the free water quickly, and crouched down. Ignoring the cold, she removed one of her red gloves and dipped her fingers.
The water was warm. A look of confusion crossed Rose's face. If there was some sort of heating system or even geothermal activity, there shouldn't have been ice at all! Rose looked behind her. Nothing nearby had changed, but even the air was warmer in this spot. It was like winter just didn't exist in this small circle! She considered jumping in, but knew she'd freeze the second she emerged again.
"Righ', well..." Rose stood up on the ice, moving to fetch a homemade net from the moped.