#gingerbreadverse

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[text] Rose? I have something to ask of you. Ehm. Welll. I lost my trousers. Could you toss me a spare pair? Did you ever wonder why they are a pair of trousers? Just one garment? Why not a trouser?

[text] How'd ya just lose your trousers? Good thing you've got me around. You'd probably lose your head too!

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"Doctor, I think it's finally time to admit it. You've gone native."

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"How did you forget your jacket on a planet that's literally winter everywhere?" she asked as she started to take her own off. "Take this; I'll run back and get you a jacket."

On a bitterly cold day your character sees mine who is outside and without a coat on. What does your character do?

Rose's arms were crossed tightly over her chest, trying to conserve any warmth she had. They didn't even break free to brush off Paige's offer -- she just shook her head.

"No, no! Don't do that. S'alright, really. I'm not even that cold!"

A complete lie, of course. The blonde just didn't want to admit to being wrong about the weather. Or... the planet in general. She much preferred the days when she could show the Doctor up in the not-making-navigational-mistakes department. 

A bone-chilling wind zipped through just then, only long enough to prove that her t-shirt wasn't doing her any favors in this weather and she shivered involuntarily.

"Right then. You... You keep that. I'll be right back."

Dang it. She needed to get a coat. 

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"'Scuse me! Outta the way -- sorry!" Rose nearly bowled over a young brunette as she rushed forward, eventually coming to a sudden stop and looking around. Damn! She'd lost it. "Oh, c'mon!" 

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Headcanon: TARDIS Keys

In any of the verses where Rose is now the companion to another Doctor, she still wears the key from her home universe's TARDIS around her neck. It shares a chain with the new key she's been given, and she tells the difference by the color of the keys. The key from "her" TARDIS is golden.

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Torchwood Protocol | theuniverseismystage

Well, that was one planet they wouldn't be going back to.

"... What d'ya mean it wasn't that bad? He literally breathed fire at you!" Their recent escapades had gotten them in on the wrong side of the royal/official/first/ruling (she honestly wasn't sure what the best word for them was) family of the small moon they had visited. They hadn't meant to offend them, but... Well, they never meant for things to go insanely wrong! It probably should've been a bit more concerning, but Rose just got a kick out of it. 

Trouble was too much fun.

"One more minute of you flapping your gob and you would've been fried!" She was pointing a finger at him, laughing, and still teasing him over what they'd gotten into. It was the norm with them. Just carrying on and having a blast post-trip to wherever, whenever. They were just stopping off in London to get some of their favorite chips, and then they'd be gone once again... probably getting into more trouble soon enough. She couldn't have predicted that "soon" would be "right now" and on Earth.

She wasn't paying attention, still just chatting away and stepping out of the TARDIS without really looking at first. "Good job I was there, I--" And then she noticed the surrounding group of men with guns pointed at them. They looked like agents. Torchwood. Her face fell, all amusement abruptly cut off. 

"Could y'not point those at us? You're not gonna be needing them." Her requested sounded more like a demand. Oh, yes -- all that fun she'd just been having was gone. She hated guns. But the absolute best part was what happened next. A couple of the men parted and Yvonne Hartman -- the once and still leader of Torchwood One in this universe -- came strutting on through. 

"Guns down, boys," the woman gave them the order with a smile plastered on her face. "Don't mind them, just Torchwood protocol. Now -- Doctor, Rose, would you like to come with us?"

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He perked a bit at what she added to this remarkable discovery. "Music players. See? This universe is on par, if not slightly ahead than mine." He sat down by Rose, grinning at her with a slight arch of his brow. "I was thinkin' of making something to keep in our room. In case you decide we need a board game tournament again." The brow wiggled suggestively. So domestic, Doctor. He had to make it exciting somehow.

Once he joined her, Rose stretched her legs out and laid them across his. All nice and comfy... and quite domestic. They were quite good at that these days, weren't they? "Really?" He did have her curious now -- especially given his motivations. "What kind of something?"

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"Rose." He walked into the small flat living room, his nose buried in a book. He flipped a page, not even bothering to right his glasses that were nearly falling off his face. "Rose. Rose. Look! This is brilliant!" He finally looked up, his eyes lighting up with a boyish excitement. "Did you know they make kitchen appliances with tellies in them?!" His excitement, of course, was more thoughts of parts he could scavenge than catching the next Eastenders.

"They make some that play music, too," Rose told him, looking up at him from the couch. There was a knowing smile on her lips. "But y'don't use any of that stuff too much, so what're ya planning on building?" Given how many toasters he had taken apart (and his desire to do the same to her telly), she figured he had something in mind.