𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟷𝟸 is just 13 getting piled deeper & deeper into a bad mood & driving herself to her limits trying to figure out what the hell is going on with her past & finding the master while the lady is just growing more & more confused as she watches from the sidelines of her own life & feeling peak useless because she has no idea who she is or how to help the woman who she’s falling in love with from destroying herself ...
Excusing the behavior of one character bc u want a punk gf with daddy issues while demonizing those same behaviors in another character just bc she didn’t want to be gfs with the first character is top tier stupid. Putting all the blame on a mentally ill character for things done by the full grown ass adult grooming them is shitty. At the same time, erasing all the bad things that same character does just because he’s mentally ill is equally stupid. Fuck this fandom LMAO
They’d have won that day were Jack and his lads not passed out in the hold from drink. It plays through her head like a series of pictures. The smell of blood lingers, the rattle of gunfire. The pained yelp when she’d fired her gun into the cowering men in her anger. She’d wanted to cry, then. Not because she was particularly sad, but because she was angry and they were pathetic -- the same men who’d raised question about having a woman aboard the ship. Who was the icon of bad luck? Not she, with her pistol in one hand and her cutlass in the other.
Now she gets why she apologised. She understands it in some ways. Maybe she had this handy skill of looking into the futures of those she met before and that had been her warning. Stay in Nassau, wait for them to come back. She doesn’t mean that. She cherished her freedom above everything else, however brief it had been before they’d caged her like a bird with no sense of home and who was constantly seeking the Summer.
The glass drags over the wood almost painfully loudly, and Anne is quick to pour them both a large tankard full of whatever it was. “----------- S’a good day t’hide.”
@incrediblechange / pygmy lush - good day to hide.
Chin jerks and that signature, all-knowing grin carves deep into a tan profile while arms fold loosely over a sternum and a knee juts as her weight shifts. “Been awhile.”
Don’t let the smile fool you, it’s disbelieving, like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“ hey , just because you CAN doesn’t mean you SHOULD. ” ripley’s face is stoic for just half a second before she tilts her head , raises her eyebrow and just lightly smiles. she’s always been a coffee person but she has to admit the doctor’s really getting her into that tea. her hand just reaches out , settles lightly in between the doctor’s shoulderblades. gives the slightest push before ripley walks past the other woman herself. right for the small kitchen.
“ i’ll start the water. ” that’s a yes by the way , she definitely wants tea. actually , she’s already filling the kettle and setting it on the stove. old fashioned propane. this colony isn’t quite high tech yet but just outside that little window in that little kitchen is a nice view of the gardens. tomato vines growing wildly just against the window of the large dome. a quiet little life.
It hadn’t surprised Rose at all when, after finally emerging from the Void, she ended up right back where she had first met the Doctor, not the first time she remembered meeting him, in that department store basement, but the first time she had seen his face, when he had been going through the worst pain he had experienced in his life (that life) and pushing off regeneration just to say goodbye. No, it hadn’t surprised her stepping out of the Void and into the courtyard of the Powell Estates. What had surprised her was how much everything had changed.
In the twenty years, she had gathered, since she had last lived on the property it had been sold off to a private property management company. They had seen fit to give it some much needed renovation and rent it out at three times the rate the council had charged. So when she stepped out onto that concrete, she had expected to be met with graffiti, trash, maybe the odd missing poster or even a couple street kids who would scatter as soon as they saw her. Instead, she was met with a gaggle of scandalized mums, each holding their whipped cream topped iced lattes just so as they made various sounds of offense at her sudden appearance in their precious instagram shot. It had taken Rose a bit of social backflipping the likes of which she hadn’t needed to use since the whole “Vitex heiress” novelty had worn off in the parallel universe (it had taken a couple of years after the “celebrity wedding of the decade”). After only a few minutes she had the women laughing along with her at the disastrous state of her wardrobe and her ‘poor hair’. Not long after that she had managed to excuse herself ‘for a much needed trip to the salons and shopping malls’.
Ducking quickly to the side, she was careful to tread carefully and avoid any other human contact as she made her way in wonder through the newly re-designed Estates she used to call home. Coming across the next courtyard along where she and the newly regenerated Doctor had crash landed on Christmas Eve, she came to a stop.
What would she do when she found him? What did she expect of him? To just let her fall into his arms after all this time. After he had left her there to live out a happily ever after with his other self. Never mind how not according to plan that had gone.
Ultimately, she didn’t have anywhere else she could go. Not now that she knew what she was… or at least she suspected. Who else would understand her life now? Who else could stay with her through it? Well, there was Jack. It would probably take some doing, but she reckoned she could track him down. And yes, Jack was a good friend, but he wasn’t the Doctor. She wanted to be with the Doctor. But she had never considered what she would do if the Doctor didn’t want to be with her.
Shaking herself free from that thought, she looked around at the carefully manicured landscaping and decorative brick walls that had replaced the familiar home she had known. She would figure out what to do if the Doctor turned her away, but for right now she just needed to get out of this depressing reminder of all the home she didn’t have here.
Letting her feet take her as she would, she walked the streets until she came across a bus stop with a bus headed toward the city. Fishing the appropriate currency from the pocket of her jeans, she handed the crumbled notes to the driver and sat down near the back, watching the streets pass by, familiar yet not, until at last they broke through to the city she knew and remembered. The parts that were so longstanding even the two decades that had passed had hardly changed a stone. Stepping off the bus, she ducked into a little coffee shop she had used to frequent after work when she had felt like treating herself. She spent her last three pounds (at least the last three she had with the proper print and time period on them) on a cup of coffee and stole away to the back of the shop to think.
She was exhausted, more than she had any right to be. It had only been a matter of hours since she left her universe. Then again, it also could have been days… weeks? Possibly years, though that was much less likely a scenario. No matter, if it had been seconds or eons, it made no difference, she was out of it now, and there was no need to think about it any longer.
It had taken more convincing than she would have liked to admit to get herself to walk headfirst back into that Void. The same Void that had ripped her so violently from this universe in the first place. She supposed it was rather morbidly poetic in that way. In any case, she knew she would have nightmares about that inky black nothing for years to come.
She was wrenched from her thoughts by the sound of screams outside. Shooting to her feet, she was outside the shop before she could even think not to go toward the sound. As her converse pounded against the asphalt she couldn’t help but admire how easily the running came back to her.
Out in the streets, Rose could see screaming people streaming out of a newer looking shop. She had remembered seeing it upon arrival. It looked like some kind of video game shop at first glance. In the crowd, dozens of people, still wearing those virtual reality helmets appeared to be pursuing the screaming bystanders. Their helmets were lit with ‘faces’ that gave off a look that could only be described as ‘bad news’. Taking a quick glance around, Rose took a side street, finding her way around to the back entrance.
Faltering as she reached the door, she frowned, looking down at the busted lock, still sparking a little. Then something tugged at the back of her mind. Taking a slow turn around, she looked around the back alley a little more carefully. She was rewarded with the sight of that beautiful blue box singing proudly at her. “Oh, you beauty…” she breathed softly, a wide grin splitting her face. The TARDIS sang out a soft reply of welcome before urging her inside. She still had work to do.
Understanding the TARDIS wasn’t something that Rose was ever going to get used to, Rose surmised. It had started in the parallel universe with their baby TARDIS. The chirps and hums had started to form pictures in her mind, then even more complex ideas. When she had described it to her husband it had been met with mixed emotion, but from what she had gathered it was similar to what he heard, or had heard, from his own TARDIS. What she felt now was even more strong, she imagined that would be from her regeneration, but she would have to do a proper scan to be sure if any of those theories of hers were true.
Smiling once more at the TARDIS, she ducked through the doorway and into the unknown. Once inside, she took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before making her way toward the sound of voices – well… one voice. It sounded like a woman, and it sounded like she was quite upset.
Coming to the source, she stepped into the room to find a blonde woman in a ridiculous long coat and suspenders hunched over a computer bank muttering to herself. A companion, no doubt. Though she had trouble believing the sense of style wasn’t alien. Things hadn’t changed that much in 20 years.
“Erm… don’t get me wrong, but I think it migh’ be goin’ better if someone who knew what they were doing was doin’ that bit. Where’s the Doctor?” she asked, walking up to the computer and getting a look at what they were dealing with. It was definitely alien tech, but that was nearly a given if the Doctor was involved. She also recognized the telltale signs of the system having a deadlock sealed security system, so sonic tech was no good. They had to hack it old-school. A bit out of her own range, she had to admit.
