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035 ▌unintentional recording [audio/action]

[ It's half past midnight: do you know where your Rose is?

No, he doesn't, actually. It's highly unnerving. He has a bad feeling about this. He has several bad feelings about this. So many, in fact, that he went to get his counterpart and go out looking for her. She hasn't been answering any sort of calls or left him a note of some kind and it's just not normal for either one of them to be this late without telling the other somehow.

So they're out combing the City for Rose. Cleverly. Carefully. Utilizing all their special Time Lord abilities. ]

Rooooooooooooooseee!

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[ This Doctor is just as worried. After all, sometimes he loses Rose for five minutes and she ends up hanging from a barrage balloon and then attached to a con man like a limpet. (A decent con man, all's said, but that's not the point.) ]

Rose! [ He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts again. Someone from an apartment above opens a window and shouts something rude. They aren't important, though, and he chooses to ignore them. ]

You don't think she ended up on one of those reality shows where they take you to a deserted island? Network's been a bit weird today.

[ He considers that. ]

Haven't they all got their devices though? Otherwise how'd we see it on the Network? I haven't really been paying attention to it today.

[ Shouty-shout. ]

She'd better not have done.

[Rarely, it happens that Merlin's out late. He's just outside his house when he hears the shouting - familiar voices, and a name he recognises, and he slows to a stop to frown over his shoulder for a few moments before he sets off towards that noise.

And, indeed; familiar voices.]

You lost her?

[Hello.]

If you're trying to do a Kirk impersonation, you're going about it all wrong.

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I assume they do, that's the point of the format.

[ But there's utterly no point to getting snippy with himself. They are united for a common goal here. ]

It's just what I thought of first. [ He's quiet for a long moment. ] Might want to go by the Hall. In case.

[ She couldn't have left them here. She wouldn't have, not if she'd had any say in it. Not Rose.

But that didn't mean she was here. Sometimes she doesn't get any say. ]

[Rose stirs a little at first, stilling when she realises that everything hurts. Her head is pounding, her neck is sore and her blood feels like it's on fire. She bites her bottom lip against a groan as she rolls to her side. She takes a deep breath, taking in all the smells around her. There's mustiness and an earthy sort of smell. She thinks she can smell blood underneath all of it. It's not until she opens her eyes that she realises she can smell blood because it's all over her hoody.

She pushes herself into a sitting position and gives her surroundings a good look. It's surprisingly plush and expensively decorated considering she's fairly certain they're underground. Yelling isn't going to do her any good. Her stomach rumbles and she's incredibly thirsty. She takes a deep breath and that makes her wince. It hurts and she's not sure why. She can't remember why.]

Hello?

[Quietly watching from his own front row seat (figuratively speaking), the Pureblood idly drinks from a chalice of his own... or rather a chalice filled with warm newly 'donated' blood.

The taste is still bitterly disappointing, falling flat of the rush of eternity that he'd so looked forward to experiencing first hand. Killing her was too good for her when she'd deprived him of escape.

He doesn't say a word in response, still mulling over exactly what he was going to do with her. After all, something had to be salvaged from the evening.]

[It comes back to her in bits and pieces, what happened. Her brow furrows and she pushes herself to her feet, not without some effort. Everything still hurts so much.

She knows she's not what he expected and she hasn't decided yet if that's a good thing or a bad thing.]

Rido?

Forgotten your lesson so soon?

[His head tilts, causing a lock of dark hair to fall across his mismatched eyes. The displeasure in his voice is plain.]

You don't have the privilege to be so 'familiar' with me. You will call me Rido-sama.

[She flinches slightly at the way she's disappointed him. She doesn't even know why she doesn't want to disappoint him, but she knows she doesn't.
She bows her head slightly. Her head still aches and tilting it forward like that makes it hurt more.]

Right. Sorry. 'm head hurts. Rido-sama.

[The words come out stilted and awkward. She's unfamiliar with the title and it shows in her voice.]

[ No, they know exactly where she is and are just trying to garner her some more votes in the Citywide pop star contest. ]

Yes. Or, can't find her, at least. She might have lost herself. Must have, since she was already gone when I got back.

[ Sorry, he's... worried. ]

[ ...you ]

Sorry, I'll try and brush up on it and come back to look later.

[ Sorry. Right, self-attacking is a bad idea. Not that it's that bad yet, just that. Well. Thoughts are going in that direction. They've always had a bad time controlling themselves with Rose. ]

Yeah. Good idea. We should do that. Now?

[ That happens more often than not, really - Rose not getting any say in what happens to her. Too often. ]

So what'd she do? Make off with your knickers?

That's better~.

[In response, Rose is awarded with a smile... even if it is simply because he's enjoying her obedience.]

Come.

[The Pureblood motions idly with the hand not holding the blood. It's not for him to go to her, not to a thing as lowly as an up and coming Level D. Still, it is an improvement for a human.]

[She only hesitates a moment, fighting briefly against the need to obey him that comes over h er. She wavers a bit getting to her feet then shuffles over to him, stopping a couple of feet away.]

Yes?

[Right. Useless question.]

Maybe she went home.

[ He nods. They should check, and if she's not there, then they can go back to shouting through the streets, or asking on the network, or whatever else they come up with. Worried Doctors can be surprisingly clever. It's sort of their thing. ]

When's the last time you saw her?

[ He turns back towards the Hall. ]

Well she made off all right. I can't find her at all. Have... Have you seen her?

Nope. [He pops the p sound obnoxiously.]

Maybe she's off with her boyfriend?

[Does he know 10 is the boyfriend? Or remember? Or is he just trolling? Forever a mystery.]

[ Pause. ]

No, no she couldn't have. I'd know if she had.

[ He jogs over to walk alongside him instead of the few paces difference they've had to shout around. ]

This morning? Yeah. This morning. She went to work, and then I did.

[ .... He's so squinty at you right now. Why do you have the same face. ]

No, because she's not here with me.

You would? How?

[ Since they're going to the same place now, rather than looking around, this makes sense. He's still keeping an eye peeled for Rose or anything strange, but he hasn't seen anyone yet. ]

She popped by to tell me she was leaving. Probably right after. So if she's not in the Hall, we should check with her boss next, I suppose.

[ He's really going to enjoy being woken up in the middle of the night by two panicked Time Lords. ]

I just... [ How do you explain something like that. ] I would. I'd sense it.

[ Her boss... Her boss... ]

Who was her boss after Cinna? [ Panicking is not good for interpersonal fact recall. Oh, sure, given the necessity, he could tell you just about anything on any other subject in the world. About Rose? Rose is special, in more ways than one. This, one of the detrimental ones.

Hopefully his other version isn't having the same problem. ]

[Because the world is cruel]

Does she have a spare?

[ He opened his mouth to say, "Cinna left?" and then shut it again. He hasn't been thinking clearly ever since his other self told him that Rose hadn't been home. Surely he's heard who took over that shop. She had to have talked about it. ]

I'm sure she's got it written done somewhere. Paystub or something.

Sense it.

[A pause, and then he simply shrugs.]

Alright.

[ He gives that.. a moment's consideration, in his definitions, then dryly: ]

No, I'm here with me.

[ Don't feel bad. He only knows because Rose came home and talked about it. That and he habitually reorganized things in Cinna's store and just in general made an innocent nuisance of himself. ]

Right, right. We have to go back to the flat for that though.

[ He remembers Rose talking about you a little bit maybe? ]

Can you help find her?

[Ah, he's not sure he would have expected her to.]

Guess I could try.

It would be appreciated. Thanks.

[He just gives an absent nod.]

I take it she wouldn't wander off on her own like this?

Well, let's go to the Hall and then make our way back around. It's not the biggest City we've ever been in. She's got to be here somewhere.

Wellll.... She does wander. But she always comes back. It's been too long and she hasn't come back yet.

[ He's glad that at least one of themselves is here and thinking moderately rationally. This whole City's given him a new perspective on the regenerations - it's kind of weird after nine hundred years of thinking about them the same way to suddenly be entertaining not. ]

Mkay, sounds like a plan. [ They're off, they're off, to the wonderful record of halls. ]

Makes sense.

Thought so too.

Right. I'll look.

Let me know what you find?

I will.

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