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Day 58: Lunch
Although it had been good to see his mom again, Claude entered the cafeteria with a dark expression on his face. He was glad she felt comfortable enough with him to share her experiences from last night, but that didn't make him any less angry at the military for using her to do their dirty work. Why couldn't those bastards clean up their own
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It wasn't sufficient for lunch to level up accordingly, it seemed, and so she took a bowl of primordial ooze, dyed in the unlimited-edition hue of a certain girl-child's toy. (There were things worse than wizards a girl could be inundated with. Hmm. A treatise on gratitude towards her maternal figure it was not, but it might suggest a momentary softening.)
She'd slept half the day away, it seemed, broken only by a vague memory of Lily checking on her. It seemed she wasn't the only one concerned. Needless, of course. She was, and would always be, perfectly in control of her emotional state.
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Instead of making a line right for him as soon as she could spot him, she went to get her food. Now that she wasn't tearing apart a poor piece of toast in a rage, she could enjoy her food as she considered better ways of making herself feel better. For example, hoping that Fishman was getting fed pink goo for his meals. That would definitely give her a warm, fuzzy feeling. The thought alone was enough to make her smirk as she wandered to a random table and had a seat.
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"Hello." That generally worked well. "So we're soldiers now, is that right?" This wasn't actually news to Rose, given the previous night's activities, but she'd been under the impression that was a limited engagement. No one had come for Lily, after all, and the board was full of messages about the medical wing. "I don't think this is the best way to build an army."
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Hopes and dreams aside, Donna could at least enjoy the perks, however she'd earned them, of her food while she griped. Even if it was greasier food than she preferred. Well, beggars couldn't be choosers. She took a nibble at a hamburger to test it while she continued her whining. "Might not be a good way to build an army, but they've got the stuff for properly filling up this nuthouse. Maybe that's their real intent and the whole military vibe is just a trick."
She'd seen worse things come up. Zombies, for starters. She hadn't seen any in a while, but at least it meant they weren't destined to become ones.
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The image of her mother with a bazooka, however, or any sort of weaponry more pointed than the spear of her wit, was ludicrous, and broke any sort of febrile connection Rose's mind was making. Which was just as well, as Rose was starting to like this woman.
"I can't help being a little disappointed. There we were, trying to create an entire universe. Now we're just making up marks on a tally sheet. Without any cool gear." The part where the rest of humanity might survive the process was a plus, of course, but the world had still looked a little bedraggled. "I'm Rose Lalonde."
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She doubted it. She'd learned her lesson about what it meant to do favors for co-workers while temping - not many ended in a reward, most ended with her wanting to kick the living daylights out of someone.
Taking another bite of her food, Donna listened to the girl's griping, trying to keep up with things she didn't understand. Eventually, she found enough of a comment in saying that it, "Sounds like fun."
It actually sounded insane, or it would have before Donna had been abducted by aliens herself. Now she was better at giving others the benefit of the doubt. Even with mention of creating universes. But hey, she also knew someone named Rose, so the ( ... )
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Not that Donna Noble would know anything about stuff like that. She probably thought exciting was a new vacuum cleaner. Old people were like that.
"We couldn't run. They put collars on us that would decapitate us if we attempted it. I'm sure you see why we didn't abscond immediately." She touched her throat, which was free from collar or spurting blood vessels.
"He said it was the same planet." She didn't specify who he was, and she didn't intend to. "I'm beginning to think my being here in the first place is some sort of colossal cosmic accident. A mis-transportalization. Though that doesn't explain the presence of someone I knew." Knew was a bit strong, but it was more accurate than friend, and more universally understood than was ( ... )
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