[ooc: this is an rp based off of an idea- what if Rose never met the Doctor she fell in love with? What if she was just a normal companion?]
It was a normal Tuesday evening at the shop, and Rose was just finishing folding the blouses near the doors. She let her co workers out, then looked around before shutting the lights off and setting the alarm
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"Riiiight," she nodded and raised an eyebrow. Anyway, hi, I'm Rose. Your question isn't as strange as that...thing behind you. You're in London, Powell Estates, and it's the year 2005." She was still a little apprehensive, but her curiosity was getting the best of her. "'The Doctor?' That's your name?"
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"London, you say? I don't believe I've been to 2005 yet- skipped a century or two before I came here again after '83. Has it changed much from 1983? Looks a bit... dirtier than I remember." With a faintly irritated expression, he turned back to her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Growing lax in your environmental maintenance, I see," he muttered, before brightening slightly. "At any rate, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rose. I hope it doesn't bother you, my lack of surname. Not particularly important where I come from, you see."
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"So, Doctor, what is she?" Rose pointed to the TARDIS before she went ahead and stepped close to it, extending a hand to touch the wooden blue box.
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