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[iwasherefirst]

[Rose is lying in the hammock sulking. There is no other word for it. She's swinging slightly in the hammock, a pout firmly fixed on her face. Over the last several months in the City, she's slowly forgotten what the meaning of personal space is. The City has seen fit to remind her today and she's not taking it well. At all.]

Rubbish curse. How're we s'posed to cope with curses and all the other sortsa things the City tosses at us if we can't even hold someone's hand?

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[am_i_being_rude]

[He's all shades of red now, thanks.]

Yeah. Right.

Okay trains weren't as good a topic shift as I perhaps thought. Babies. But no, I haven't got any.

[iwasherefirst]

[And she's grinning, very proud of herself for making him turn so thoroughly red.]

Babies? I should hope not. [She's stifling a giggle.] S'all right, we can get some. Handcuffs, not babies.

[am_i_being_rude]

[HAVE ANOTHER LOOK. I can't even keep straight which threads these are happening in. But he's grinning still.]

Thank you. [Though one, in normal cases, does lead to the other.] No babies. Just progeny. Where are they? Aside from the police, who I doubt pass them out at request.

[iwasherefirst]

[There are many looks like this going on. This is the bubble one I believe.]

Rather like her too. [Rose sort of stretches out on the floor.] Mmmm don't know. Bet we can find a pair in the Underground though.

[am_i_being_rude]

[He scrunches his face up a bit.]

Yeah. That'll be an... interesting day.

[iwasherefirst]

[She tilts her head a bit.]

Could make a date of it. Goin' down to get 'em. [She bites her bottom lip and goes a bit red.] 'Course then they'd probably all guess why we want 'em. Not that they wouldn't anyhow.

[am_i_being_rude]

[He just straight up laughs about that.]

Yeahhhhhh.. Maybe we ought to split up for that. Or the best, least embarrassing solution I suppose is for one of us to join the City police force for a little while.

[iwasherefirst]

[Rose wrinkles her nose at that.] M'not sure either of us have the skin tone for polyester. I'd look like some sorta rent-by-the-hour party girl.

[am_i_being_rude]

Has polyester got a skin tone? I thought that was colour. And skin... density. [Tactfully totally not commenting on that last part for now okay.]

[iwasherefirst]

Well yeah but it's usually...bit older person lookin' yeah? And...well bit like the whole lunch lady look.

[She really had hated the lunch lady look while he got to run 'round looking brilliant and him]

[am_i_being_rude]

[Sorry, but he does a bad job muffling his snort of amusement. She was so annoyed with him for that.]

Older person, ay? [Eyebrow.] Well, I suppose that cunning plan will just have to weasel its way on out then. We'll come up with something else.

[iwasherefirst]

[She rolls her eyes at him.]

You know, someone with elastic waistbands and the like. [She reaches out to touch him only to run into the barrier. That gets a bit of a pout out of her that she tries to cover quickly.]

We could wear disguises. I'd get a wig and some sunglasses. Get you a cap to pull down low.

[am_i_being_rude]

[He smirks.] Ahh, so the next version then, you mean. We ought to see what his jacket's made of. It looks like tweed but it might be polyester in disguise. [He talked through the barrier contact, and saw it coming. He caught the pout though. Just makes him feel bad too.]

You think? I might need more than a cap, just a hunch. Have you got any non-suit-clothes? Incognito doesn't really match with pinstripes. Gotta go incog-neat-o.

[iwasherefirst]

[She tries to laugh about the comment about the next him. It's dampened by the whole 'right just ran into that thing that won't let me touch you' thing. She takes a deep breath and makes an attempt at a smile.]

Got a point. We'll go out and get you a pair of jeans and a teeshirt. Maybe a hoody. Then you'll be wearin' my uniform, minus the pink.

[am_i_being_rude]

Yes, wouldn't want to dress up like twins or something. I don't think I've ever had a hoody before. Seem to attract negative attention and I always felt I had enough of that on my own. Can't imagine why; all I ever do is go out on vacation and do a spare bit of maintenance here and there while I'm out. And then everybody gets all annoyed about it. I mean, really! [He is entirely joking. He's attempting to pick her mood back up.]

[iwasherefirst]

[His comment gets a little bit of a laugh out of her. Congratulations!]

Ought to just leave you be with your fruity drink and your maintenance really. Maybe you ought to wear a hoody, then they'd blame it on someone else wearin' a hoody.

[am_i_being_rude]

You think? They wouldn't just blame it on the tall, skinny bloke in the hoody with the fruity drink? I'd need to be sure to be around a, a... A hoodlum of hoodies. A decalion of delinquents. A conglomerate of future convicts. [Too much fun.] ...all the time! That's quite a bit of work.

And I like these ties.

[iwasherefirst]

[Oh she's outright giggling now.] Quite a picture there, Doctor: tall, skinny bloke in the hoody with the fruit drink. We'll have to find you a gaggle of gangsters with fruity drinks.

I like your ties too. [And then a wince of 'I'd really like to reach out and straighten your tie right now and brush my fingers against your neck and just touch you'. Her life is the hardest right now.]

[am_i_being_rude]

'A gaggle of gangsters!' Oooh, that's good! [Good job, Rose Tyler.] Ought to write that down. Have you ever sat and listened to the names for things in groups? Some of them are ridiculous.

[iwasherefirst]

[She preens a little at the praise, the way that she always does.]

Gaggle's my favorite I think. Mostly I've heard herd, pack and pride.

[am_i_being_rude]

[Preening is infinitely better to being sad.]

Oh there's lots of them. A bike of bees, a colony of ants, battery of barracudas, chatter of budgeriars, an obstinancy of buffalo. You can have a rainbow of butterflies, chowder of cats, or coalition of cheetahs. Or a quiver of cobras, if you're particularly brave. Or not an archaeologist. Aaaaa... ffflamboyance of ffflamingoes. Prickle of porcupines. I'm quite partial to the alliterative ones, particularly if they're also an abstract concept.

Loveliness of ladybugs is quite nice as well. [He can keep going, really.]

[iwasherefirst]

[She's grinning and counting them off on her fingers.]

The alliterative ones are my favorites too. Prickle of porcupines.

[She pops the p's on that.]

[am_i_being_rude]

[He grins too.]

Prickle of porcupines. [Heehe.] What else... A puddle of puppies, a rhumba of rattlesnakes, a shiver of sharks, a rout of wolves, a wisdom of wombats... Scurry of squirrels.

[iwasherefirst]

A rrrrrrhumba of rattlesnakes. Now 'm just seein' snakes in skirts rhumbin' 'round.

[am_i_being_rude]

That would never work. They haven't got the hips to keep them up at all.