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[theresme]

Rose is sitting at a table in the restaurant, poking at a plate of chips. She looks distinctly... well, unnerved might be the best way of putting it. Something's up with her. Could be big, could be small - she's not always the easiest to read.

Bother if you wish. She wouldn't be adverse to distraction.

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[celery_love]

Here, Rose, have a couple trips back into time, right before your very eyes! His curiosity could absolutely maddening sometimes. He manages to stumble into the restaurant after poking around upstairs.

He notices the girl's rather distraught expression and thinks up a flower and presents it in front of her while he is standing behind. She looks upset and he's in a good mood, so bear with him!

"I do think a smile would suit you better."

[theresme]

Rose blinks at the flower, then turns a bit to look at him.

He's familiar, in an odd way, just like the Master was. Moreso, really. But she can't put her finger on why.

"Yeah, well... I'm not in a smiling mood's all."

The celery is getting an odd look.

[celery_love]

When she doesn't seem phased by the flower in the slightest, he thinks it away and offers a small smile. Well. This would be an interesting meet.

"I've certainly noticed."

He glances to the point of her gaze and notices the celery, "Long story, that." And he considers explaining but she's the one getting a rather thoughtful expression from the Doctor. Something just didn't feel right about her at all.

He breaks his thoughts and shakes his head, "What has you upset then, hm?" It's only the weird feeling he recieves from her that urges him to ask.

[theresme]

"It's nothing," she says, returning to absently poking at her chips. "Well... okay, it's not nothing, obviously, but it's really rather... complicated. And I don't think..." she trails off. She was going to say she doesn't think he'd understand, but then she realizes that...

Yes, he would.

"Who are you, anyway?" she asks with a frown. He seems so familiar.

[molokovcocktail]

Molokov, in an attempt to avoid human contact, has slipped out of his room and down the back stairs. He loses his sense of direction, a clear testament to his state of mind and ends up in the restaurant.

The scent of the chips wafts his way over to him, reminding him that eating is a necessity. He finds a table and sits down heavily, offering a polite if strained smile to the girl near him. He thinks up a plate of pasta, and just stares at it.

[theresme]

Rose stares for a moment, ready to pretty much run away, because.... well.

But he's not the Master. She's not going to try to figure out how she knows, but he's not a Time Lord. He's just... human.

So she relaxes, and mirrors the smile.

"Um... want some chips?"

[molokovcocktail]

He blinks in surprise. "I - thank you." He leans over to take a few. They're a very guilty pleasure of his, acquired when he'd spent some time in England.

[theresme]

"Welcome. Not really hungry anyway."

She looks at him thoughtfully. "You look really like... somebody else I saw here."

[smithnjones]

"Blimey, you don't look much better than the last time I saw you."

Martha would have left earlier, but Jack... well, dying distracted her from that purpose and now she's here, in the restaurant of the Inn, sitting on the top of a table.

There's still blood on her hands that she's working to clean off. "That's damn good tea, by the way. Think myself up a cup every now and again."

[theresme]

"Seems to be a pattern, yeah?"

Rose pokes at her chips once more, then looks up. "Glad you like... oh my god, are you okay?"

Yes, she's seen the blood.

[smithnjones]

Martha blinks and then looks at her hands, nodding.

"Yeah, fine. Sorry. It's not mine. Never expect to be called into duty here of all place, but it's the Inn, guess you can't ever know what to expect."

[theresme]

"What happened?"

She's less worried, though. Honestly, despite the fact that she is, when it comes down to it, jealous of Martha, she wouldn't want Martha getting hurt.

Mostly 'cause it would hurt the Doctor.