Rose Tyler

Right. So, I'm almost certain one of my toes is broken. Since it's on the end and doesn't really do much but just sit there, I'm not really sure what can be done, but I'm coming down to the infirmary to have it looked at anyway.

Not pointing fingers, but I'm happy that flood's over and done with.

[Private to Rassilon]

All right?

(ooc: So Rose's bad luck during that plot? She stubbed her toe on literally everything. All the time. For the entire time that flood went on :| Totally mundane bad luck, but I'd probably take more supernatural bad luck things any day)

All right, I think I officially know more about Time Lords than I ever wanted to know.

In other things. Mum says hi. I had...a passable Valentine's Day. Nothing really beats taking a bag of ice to a guy in the infirmary so he can nurse his wounds on a holiday.

Not the worst in history, but at least nothing insane happened, right? What was it like last year? 

[Doctors/Omega/Narvin Filter]

So...I've read a condensed version of Rassilon's history. It seems too complicated to be true but I know that's not the case. When it was the Master I had enough trouble convincing myself that I could help him and there was enough wrong done him. There was something I could take his side on, at least.

It's...well, it's not the same.

[Private to Omega]

I'm ready to meet with you, if you like. How's an hour from now? 

[Private to Rassilon]

So I take it you heard the announcement. We've spoken briefly before. I'm Rose Tyler. How have you been settling here? 

So I finished it. Finally.

[Warden Filter]

So the history I've got of the Master while he was on the Barge is a mite...truncated. I think I'm using that word correct. If there's many that have been here long, some further details would be great, actually. I understand he escaped with a couple others, but it don't say who. It even says he brought the Daleks here once. But that's literally all it says on the subject. Does anyone here remember? 

Just don't seem right there's so little detail on it. Strikes me that he's been here -- perhaps not quite as long as he was Harold Saxon on earth, but it's getting on, innit?

Also...I'm to understand that Lucy Saxon is here as well? Has she got a Warden yet? 

Finally...I'm almost afraid to ask this, but has the Master ever worked a job here? There any place here that absolutely won't take him? 

[Private to the Tenth Doctor]

I'm not even certain this will get anybody. It's too weird calling the lot of you by numbers. But if you're here, then you're the Doctor that comes after mine, according to this file. You're the one that saw all of the last parts of these files. I need you to tell me something.

-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.