Rose Tyler

[The video turns on to reveal Rose's room, seemingly without an occupant.]

Hello?

[That sounds like Rose, but where is she?]

H-hello, can anyone -- blimey, probably can't even see me. Just a second, yeah?

[After a few seconds and an odd skittering noise, the camera seems to tilt downward so that the desktop is more visible, and then...a tiny little chipmunk wanders into view. She straightens her fur daintily then waves one of her little paws]

Hello, it's me! Rose Tyler? Can somebody help me, please?

Rassilon, are you all right?

(ooc: Here's Rose -- perfectly understandable by all!)

[Rose looks a little on edge. Partially because she's waiting for the same thing to happen as everyone else that's posted so far. She's actually just hoping to get it over with. It might be worse if she waits!]

So there've been a few returns in with the new arrivals this month. It's probably the thing here that makes me think it's got to be random, what goes on. Some things are inevitable and might start to fall into a pattern, but that? There's never any reason for some people to disappear, and when the off chance comes round and they're back? It's just as mysterious. I can't think of a single reason for it. Only time there seems to be a reason for anything is when we assign it one -- kind of like when us Wardens come here and make our deals.

[A frown. She folds her arms on her desktop.]

...Y'know I haven't made one? I have no idea what I want from the Admiral yet. Too scared to wish for something when in time I might realize I need something else even more. I tore open a TARDIS and stared into her heart to save someone I love. I can't even remember how I did it anymore -- it's blocked up in my head, like it's forbidden. That's enough for me to know I did something I shouldn't have under normal circumstances. And I can't remember what happened right after that, either. Not all of it. [A wince] But I know I was angry. And I know the Dalek Emperor and the half-million soldiers he brought with him don't even exist anymore. 

[She rests her chin on her arms.]

The absolutely barking part of it all is that even if it ended a war I still don't feel right about it. Life's a life no matter whose it is. So I can at least do some good here and try to balance it out. But I'm glad I don't remember all of it. I think it'd do me in if I did.

[Rose waits a moment, like she's trying to see if anything else is going to pop out without her wanting it. When it doesn't, she turns the feed off.]

[Warden Filter]

So I'm nearly halfway through this file and damn close to chewing my arm off.

Going after it chronologically probably wasn't the best idea I've ever had -- how many regenerations are you lot supposed to have, anyway? Might have been smarter for me to go backwards; then at least I'd have a good idea of what he'd done just before coming here.

[Private to Nine]

You don't have to talk to me. I just...I'm thinkin' about you. All right? You ain't gonna come out of this alone.

[Private to the Master]

So I figure we might as well get this over with. The good news is we haven't really got any reason for introductions, have we? 

-n't find his own bum if the lights weren't turned on. You can do better.

[Rose's elbow bumps her journal while she's putting away her makeup and has her cell phone tucked under one ear. She pauses in what she's doing and sighs deeply for patience.]

Mum--Mum. Look, he doesn't know what he's talkin' about, all right? I'm sure they'll love it.

[Only the slightest chatter of a voice can be heard on the other end.]

Actually, I'm taking a break from all that, sort of. [She leans forward to put something away in a box that's obviously behind the journal. A voice breaks through just clearly enough that one can hear "-out the Doctor? Did you make i-" before she returns to her normal recumbent pose.] No, that's over and done with. He's fine. [She swallows.] Driving me a bit mad, actually. You know he doesn't like staying in one place for very long. Yeah, he's fine. ...Just seems like he's four different people right now.

[She smiles slowly as the other end talks on for a bit.]

It's really interesting here; that's all I can really say on the first go. Kind of scary at times. Frustrating. But worth the trip. [Snickers at a question asked.] Pirates and Ghostbusters. No, I'm not lying.

[She leans forward to put something else away, and again a voice cuts in saying "-ot fooling anyone, Rosie. You're at a convention, I know it! And how's he paying for all that? Did you-" and she settles back again.]

It's not a convention. No, I can't come back yet. And really, I've got to go now. Yes, I promise. Home for Christmas. Cross my heart. ...I love you too, Mum. Goodbye.

[She presses a button on her cell phone and lays it atop her desk, eyes sparkling a little with pressing emotion. She sighs and shakes it off, then reaches to pull her journal closer to her. She goes to open a new entry, and notices a little light on. She makes a face.]

Oh bollocks-!

[She switches it off.]

[And here's Rose, give or take a little after noon. Her hair is wet and she's wrapped in a purple dressing gown -- an improvement over how she has been seen at this hour before: risen but not shining. She's going to get the hang of getting up before lunch like a grownup someday, really!]

So this might sound like a weird question, but has this place got a set calendar? Not a set year, really, but days of the week, months and all that?

[She laughs at herself a little, glancing around her.]

Cripes, I can't even remember what month it was the last time I was home.

[And then she picks up a little cellular phone off her desk and presses a button.]

See -- this gives me a time and date but I can't be sure if it's set to things at home or here. So can someone straighten me out?

[Private to Martha Jones]

So the Doctors -- are they all right? I don't really understand what's happening.