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[thedistantrose]

Who: Rose Tyler and [OPEN]
What: Rose is displeased.
Warnings: TBD. (This will probably contain spoiler for the latest episode of Doctor WhoRose hadn't slept much for the past couple of nights. Running with Jenny and Guy had been a good distraction, something that she hadn't done in awhile, and she'd enjoyed it so much that afterwards Rose had

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[his_sarah_jane]

"Good book?"

They had chatted once on the communication system. And if they were going to try to be friends, well. There really was one way Sarah Jane knew how to do that.

Conversation.

She smiled softly, standing by the sofa with a laptop clutched in her arms.

[thedistantrose]

Rose looked up and immediately smiled. "Yeah," she said, "first few pages are going pretty well. Having a bit of a time concentrating, though."

Marking her place, she closed the book and tucked it into her lap.

"Want to sit down?" she asked. There was room on the sofa for it.

[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah nodded as she placed her laptop on a nearby table. Taking a seat, she tucked her feet underneath her to try and get comfortable on the sofa.

Curiosity inherent in the journalist's personality, she couldn't help but look Rose over. A pretty girl, much prettier than herself, with a look of wit and intelligent that often was apparent in the Doctor's companions.

It almost made her feel inferior. Still, she struggled for a small smile.

"I think I understand what you mean."

[thedistantrose]

This Sarah Jane was easily the same person Rose had come to know later on. She had the same quiet knowledge and wisdom about her, the look of a woman who had seen more than she should have at her age. Rose still found plenty to like about her, and she didn't have it in her to tell Sarah what she and the Doctor had talked about more than once upon her own arrival. She wasn't that sort of person.

"About?" she asked, looking at her more curiously now.

[drumstowar]

"Well, honestly, if you serve into the net, you're going to get scattered into atoms, that's just the way the game is played." The Master, cellular telephone pressed to his ear, strolled into the lounge with enough glibness hanging off of his shoulders to choke a cast member from Friends. Showered and pressed after his doubles match, he was again the very picture of uptight British society -- right down to the teacup-shaped cuff links.

"-- What do you mean you've never heard of Raxacoricofallapatorian Rules Tennis?" A snort. "Well that's not my fault. Why don't you make your friends out of something sturdier than carbon atoms next time. I can't help you if you don't help yourself."

[thedistantrose]

Raxacorico....fallapatorian?

Rose's head snapped up from the book, cutting off Thomas Lang in the middle of whatever he had been saying. Good author, sure, but Raxacoricofallapatorian wasn't something heard - or pronounced correctly - every day.

There wasn't any hiding the interest in her face, but Rose refrained from gaping in blatant human astonishment. She didn't interrupt the conversation either, just marked the place in her book and tucked it in her lap, waiting for the conversation to be finished.

[drumstowar]

The Master continued to rattle on, heedless of any other occupants in the room. "Do you know how they play tennis on Thrill Palace Five?" The Master enunciated into the phone, "if you fail to serve, you end up serving -- literally -- at least three Parumphan lifetimes in the reeble mines on Level Four. And they make you work without dental benefits."

He scooped the phone against his ear and shoulder, freeing his hands to rummage about in the fridge. Cool air licked inside his collar -- a bit of a reprieve from the humidity of the outside courts. "Consider this my great mercy," he said and, after a rabbling from the other side, he warmed considerably. "That's a good girl. Yes, quite. I'll see you next week, my dear. Same court. Same stipulations. Ta!"

The Master flipped the phone shut and gave a commiserating look in Rose's direction. "Betty White," he explained with smear of a smirk, "she's always trying to skirt the rules of engagement."

[thedistantrose]

The words, the entire way of talking, it was all so familiar. There was a youthful and spirited lift to everything he was saying, and it was only serving to raise her curiosity. This wasn't someone Rose had met before, and yet she wondered why considering the degree of similarities.

"Right," she said, nodding her head a couple of times. "Raxacoricofallapatorius, you said?"