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[ video || Glass City ]

Um - hi. It's, Molly again. Hi.

[ All this sand business has her nervous - she's never seen creatures like those before, and this situation is, well. It's new. She's trying to keep up, though? ]

We're, um - we're trying to gather supplies here, at the Welcome Center, you know, blankets and sorts. Anything you've got to spare, we'd be glad to have it.

Anyone that's hurt or needs help with ... anything, you can have that here too.

[ Molly is the best informant, really. The best. Professional. ]

So, yes. If you can help or need help, just ... give us a shout.

[ private || off the network ]

I haven't done this in ages, ever since all of that with him. But he's gone now and so is Sherlock and it's terribly lonely here so maybe it's okay to try it all again.

This place is frightening! There, I said it. It's terrifying. There are plenty of kind people here like Steve and Dr. Chase but Mycroft doesn't help at all. "Mr Holmes". Who does he think he is?? The king?? UGH.

And all this tosh with the sand! People are getting hurt out there!! I want to help but I feel so useless without any dead bodies laying around.

Oh god, that's horrible of me to say. This is a bad idea. I don't think I'll write again.

~~I wonder if he'll ever show~~

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Apprenticing yourself to a noble cause already, Miss Hooper?

Well I can't just sit around and do nothing. People need help.

I'm certain your help bespeaks the British tradition of appropriate diplomatic intervention, Miss Hooper.

I hesitate to make a point of your personal safety. But then I am reminded you call yourself the friend of Sherlock Holmes, and my reservations wander.

[Rose comes into the Welcome Center with a basket full of things, blankets, towels, drapes and a few rudimentary medical supplies. She's been scavenging the glass city for anything that hasn't turned to glass. She catches sight of Molly, recognizing someone she doesn't know and sets the basket to the side.]

Thanks for helpin' out. Lord knows we need it here. Don't think we've met. M'Rose Tyler.

[She holds out a hand to shake]

[ ... She ... doesn't even know what that means -- ]

I must be going mad in my old age to keep associating myself with you Holmeses.

Do you always speak through text? Don't you know how to use the video?

[ Molly managed to scrounge up a few things from her barebones flat and a few helpful neighbours, and has been sorting through everything they have idly for lack of a better way to spend her time. She is always a ball of nerves, but is even moreso what with the City going haywire.

So she jumps a little when Rose approaches her, and quickly breaks into a nervous smile, shaking her hand tentatively. ]

Molly Hooper, and really, I ought to be thanking you. It's good to finally be able to help somehow.

[Rose notices the nervousness and tries to smile encouragingly at the woman.]

Donna and me appreciate the help. Everything's turned a bit upside down right now. Pleasure to meet you Molly.

[A teenager with a blanket draped across one arm and a couple of grocery bags slips into the Welcome Center with the air of someone who doesn't particularly want to be noticed.]

...Hello?

Come, Miss Hooper. We are both aware that were I inclined to frequent the adolescent fantasy of 'webcaming with friends,' it would not be a technological impossibility.

What about a drink?

Good to know it's not always this wonky. I was about to invest in a year's supply of sunscreen!

[ Awkward joke is awkward, but at least Rose seems nice enough. It's a welcome relief. ]

Pleasure to meet you as well.

[ That works just fine, because Molly isn't particularly the sort to be noticed at all. She pops out from behind a table of blankets, and smiles. ]

Oh! Hello. Everything all right?

Well sure, you could probably make the bloody thing dance if you wanted it to.

It's just weird. It's like talking to you but not really talking to you. I wouldn't even know if it were someone else pretending to be you.

Religious zealots have managed for centuries with less conclusive communication from their friendly watchers in the sky. I imagine you'll make do.

Is that it then? You fancy yourself a god?

Wrong brother, Miss Hooper.

You two are far more alike than you think, Mr Holmes.

Genetic heritage, an accomplished education and a penchant for bridge will show their ugly heads.

As well as being obsessively controlling, egos the size of Big Ben, and a near complete disregard for other people's feelings. If we're keeping count.

[ ... whoops, that was rude. Maybe it's a good thing this is through text. ]

85 seconds.

Until?

Your stumbling apology.

Although now that I have mentioned it, a certain delay will have to account for contrariness.

Wha|

I'm not going to |

It was the tru|

I'm sorry

What, you mean like, water? We've got that too, yeah.

Thank you, Miss Hooper. I appreciate it.

[ sigh ]

I take it you're someplace safe then?

The extents of courtesy to which devotion to Sherlock Holmes will take you are very touching.

It's not just devotion to him! It's called caring about others and being a good person!

It is called an adolescent fixation of gaining invisible points with the subject of one's fancy.

I am very well, thank you. If you insist: the weather disagrees with my exercise plan.

You're impossible.

I am making an effort to coexist with your sensibilities. Victory is not always guaranteed, but efforts -- are -- made.

We're the only people here that we know from home, you know.

[ And because he might not exactly understand the implications, because Hell if the Holmeses understand social convention. ]

You said you wanted to keep me alive. I want the same too. For you, I mean. We're not [ ... ] friends but we're not enemies either, Mycroft.

I am practical.

Yes, thank you. You're the...? On the network. You asked for things.

[He has things.]

[Rose smiles at the awkwardness of the joke and shakes her head.]

S'always a bit...interestin' but not like this. You just arrived then?

You found the place, hmm? I'll be back in just a bit, had to run out and try to find a friend of mine. Everything working all right?

What are you, twelve? Fuck that. I mean a drink. Glug glug WOO HOO!

Things! Yes, we needed ... things - um, you can just set those down over here.

[ All the awkward. She leads him over to a moderately clear table. ]

Sorry things are a bit unorganised, we're trying to get the place sorted.

Thanks.

[Oh well. He's used to awkward. He puts everything--a blanket, a couple of jackets, some bottles of water and assorted nonperishables--on the indicated table.]

Oh? What's... it seemed organized enough. Before. Did supplies turn to glass?

Just a bit ago, yeah. It's not exactly London but, suppose I've got to make do.

Yes, everything's just fine, really, but - what about your friend? Are you all right?

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