The fallen are the virtious among us
Characters: Nick McCarthy, Rose Tyler (possessed), The Doctor & Alex Kapranos
Rating: R
Time Period: Modern
Location: Maiden's Tower
Relative Date: Shortly after this
Status: Open (Rose is going to wake up here, if anyone wants to walk in the door is open.)
Nick had a nice time driving the Ferrari up to the castle. And he was pretty sure he appreciated it more than Alex did. The stuff that Alex had packed was just where he said it would be, which was surprising. The sheet was still neatly over the load, and it didn't look like anyone had bothered it. It took him a couple trips to pile all of Alex's things in the passenger seat, and he was worried about getting back quickly.
If Rose woke up while he was gone, he was nearly positive he'd find one (if not both) of them dead. Unless whatever was going on with Rose had miraculously worn off, but it seemed unlikely. It still bothered him that there was no explanation for her behavior and he desperately hoped one of her mates would be able to explain it to them. Even if it meant hearing she was bloody insane and did this every few days, it was better than not knowing.
He sped back to the building, slamming on the brakes with a very satisfying squeal when he reached it. When he hoped out of the car, he decided when he got home he'd be getting himself a convertible. If he got home. He gathered most of Alex's things in his arms -- the guitar case, the suitcase, and any of the smaller items he could manage and hobbled toward the door. This time he wasn't able to adjust things so well, so he kicked the door a few times until it popped open and he shuffled inside, leaving the door wide open.
"Aye, I'm back!" Nick called, as he walked into the sitting room.
Rating: R
Time Period: Modern
Location: Maiden's Tower
Relative Date: Shortly after this
Status: Open (Rose is going to wake up here, if anyone wants to walk in the door is open.)
Nick had a nice time driving the Ferrari up to the castle. And he was pretty sure he appreciated it more than Alex did. The stuff that Alex had packed was just where he said it would be, which was surprising. The sheet was still neatly over the load, and it didn't look like anyone had bothered it. It took him a couple trips to pile all of Alex's things in the passenger seat, and he was worried about getting back quickly.
If Rose woke up while he was gone, he was nearly positive he'd find one (if not both) of them dead. Unless whatever was going on with Rose had miraculously worn off, but it seemed unlikely. It still bothered him that there was no explanation for her behavior and he desperately hoped one of her mates would be able to explain it to them. Even if it meant hearing she was bloody insane and did this every few days, it was better than not knowing.
He sped back to the building, slamming on the brakes with a very satisfying squeal when he reached it. When he hoped out of the car, he decided when he got home he'd be getting himself a convertible. If he got home. He gathered most of Alex's things in his arms -- the guitar case, the suitcase, and any of the smaller items he could manage and hobbled toward the door. This time he wasn't able to adjust things so well, so he kicked the door a few times until it popped open and he shuffled inside, leaving the door wide open.
"Aye, I'm back!" Nick called, as he walked into the sitting room.