iwasherefirst: (Angry)
Rose Tyler ([personal profile] iwasherefirst) wrote in [community profile] tampered2012-01-20 02:15 pm

[Closed] Ongoing

When; January 19 evening-ish
Rating; PG-13 maybe erring close to R?
Characters; Donna Noble [personal profile] stopbleepingme Jenny [personal profile] generated_anomaly The Doctor [personal profile] am_i_being_rude, The Doctor [personal profile] leathered, Rose Tyler [personal profile] iwasherefirst
Summary; Someone has to tell Rose how Jenny even exists. Someone else has to eavesdrop
Log;

Rose is, quite frankly, glad she was on her way home when Jenny arrived in the City. She's not sure she could have continued to function at work. Right now, she's shocked, absolutely angry, hurt and she feels a bit guilty about all of that. Jenny seems sweet, like someone she'd get along with--will get along with. It's certainly not Jenny's fault that her father is a lying, man-slut--backtrack. She doesn't know that. She's got to give him a chance to explain himself, doesn't she? Of course she does. There's probably a perfectly good reason why he didn't tell her that between the time she got lost and the time she found him again, he had a daughter. She can't think of what that reason would be right now but...there's surely one.

In any case, she is pacing the living room, oh so beautifully painted like the console room of the TARDIS, and trying to come up with a rational, calm response to him.

Because rational and calm are words everyone uses to describe Rose Tyler

am_i_being_rude: (down: okay so.. well)

[personal profile] am_i_being_rude 2012-01-24 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a laugh. 'Yeah. That's precisely the sort of reading they'd probably prefer weeing on. Bit more appropriate anyway.' Not that whatever they are lining them with is likely any better, particularly if it's newspaper.

'Yeah. Now's better anyway. Who'd want to?'

He tilts his head a bit at her. 'I thought you two had already talked? You seemed friendly.'
am_i_being_rude: (grin: smaller grin)

[personal profile] am_i_being_rude 2012-01-24 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
He gives her hands a squeeze - more affirmation, reassurance, whathaveyou, than whatever he would have considered saying, and without adding the increased gravitas that actually addressing the comment would likely bring. He recalls her having vaguely the same reaction the first time she'd learned he'd been a father, although obviously in the wake of the following events and the absence of said children, this sort of encounter hadn't been necessary. Or maybe it had been and that was why it was happening now.

'Oh, she is. You two'll get along: brave, brilliant, blonde, bit too optimistic for your own good - granted that's not much by way of conversational similarities but I'm sure something'll turn up.'
am_i_being_rude: (grin: downlook grinny grin)

[personal profile] am_i_being_rude 2012-01-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
To some degree he's really just hoping they'll get along because one, it would be so much easier, and b, obviously it makes him and all normal people happy when people they love also like one another. To most other degrees he honestly does think they will. It's a very acute-obtuse-respectively relationship, degree-wise.

'You do! That bodes well. C'mon then, you two ought to properly meet, not on the network, and not when one of you is angry with me. Preferably neither one of you ever will be again, but ahh wouldn't that be nice and utterly boring.'
am_i_being_rude: (what: back squared glasses)

[personal profile] am_i_being_rude 2012-01-24 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
'Nei--...' He considers. 'Ther. Pretty sure neither. Somehow.'

[..He was probably going to say 'Jenny this is Rose, even though you've already met', which is now a terrible let down. I honestly don't know.]
am_i_being_rude: (idiots: yeah a bit like that)

[personal profile] am_i_being_rude 2012-01-24 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
'Yeah, wellll... You know. ... I have no idea, open the door so we can.. do meetings or what have you.'

[ooc: perhaps I can get a 'and this is my -... rose. this is my rose.' type thing.]