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morgynleriTitle: Dream of a Place Called Home
Rating: PG13
Characters: Rose Tyler, various others
Summary: She's living a fantastic life... or two, or a dozen.
Notes: Another song to remember not to listen to in the wee hours: A Place Called Home, by Kim Richey. It results in a muse showing up that I've not written. She's proving... interesting, so far. All segment titles are pulled from the song. WIP.
Never Landing Any Place to Call My Own
27th century
She set the small pack down at the foot of the bed, running a hand through her hair as she looked around the room a moment. It was sparsely furnished, a table against the wall under the window and the wooden chair the only furnishings beyond the bed. A narrow door stood open, leading to a tiled room as bare as the room she was in. A sink, a more private alcove that she suspected was the loo, and a shower stall.
Nothing fancy, but fancy meant money, and money meant notice. She shook her head, smiling slightly as she tucked the key into her pocket. It would do, for however long she stayed here. Not long enough to get comfortable, but long enough to learn something. Maybe find another piece to a puzzle when she didn't even have an idea what it looked like, or how large it was.
"Meals are at sunrise, sun-high, sun-set, and moon-dark. If you want to eat at other times, you will have to buy your own meals." The propriater stood in the doorway, watching her. "There are linens in the closet at the end of the hall, and the laundry as well. I have a cleaner in here every other day, but you have to do your own laundry."
"Not a problem." She turned, a small smile on her face. "How much?"
"Twenty kep a week."
"A bit pricey for accomodations like this, wouldn't you say?" She raised an eyebrow, knowing bargining was expected. The woman might even be offended if she didn't try to get a better price.
"You will get nothing better at any other place."
"I don't know. Place down the street looked as good, and they said they'd let for fifteen."
"They would steal your bag while you slept, and feed you slop. I keep you safe, and feed you well. Nineteen."
"Mmm." She looked around the room again, tilting her head. "Sixteen. The room's a bit shabby."
"Only because of those who are tight with their money like you. Eighteen."
She shoved her hands in her pockets, fingering the key. "Seventeen and a half, and I'll pay you an extra kep for a warm meal between sun-set and moon-dark."
"A fine bargin, Mada Tyler." The woman broke out into a broad smile, bowing slightly as Rose did the same.
"Indeed a bargin to be sought, Mada Keari." She followed Keari back to the front desk, carefully locking the door behind her. A few lines filled in, and she stepped out into the cool, crisp air of a planet far away from the one she'd grown up on, so many years ago.
A fantastic life, you wanted me to have. How long a life, Doctor?
Part II: Rather Know the Things I Know
Note the second: Rose is definately not a character I've seriously considered writing before. But this song, and the story to go with it, just begs for it to be her. Instead of Jack. Possibly because the singer is female. And this is not the one I'd first had in mind when considering writing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fandom_me's fest, but... it's one of two that I'm officially attributing to it now.
Link back to the "Guilty Pleasures Fest".
Rating: PG13
Characters: Rose Tyler, various others
Summary: She's living a fantastic life... or two, or a dozen.
Notes: Another song to remember not to listen to in the wee hours: A Place Called Home, by Kim Richey. It results in a muse showing up that I've not written. She's proving... interesting, so far. All segment titles are pulled from the song. WIP.
27th century
She set the small pack down at the foot of the bed, running a hand through her hair as she looked around the room a moment. It was sparsely furnished, a table against the wall under the window and the wooden chair the only furnishings beyond the bed. A narrow door stood open, leading to a tiled room as bare as the room she was in. A sink, a more private alcove that she suspected was the loo, and a shower stall.
Nothing fancy, but fancy meant money, and money meant notice. She shook her head, smiling slightly as she tucked the key into her pocket. It would do, for however long she stayed here. Not long enough to get comfortable, but long enough to learn something. Maybe find another piece to a puzzle when she didn't even have an idea what it looked like, or how large it was.
"Meals are at sunrise, sun-high, sun-set, and moon-dark. If you want to eat at other times, you will have to buy your own meals." The propriater stood in the doorway, watching her. "There are linens in the closet at the end of the hall, and the laundry as well. I have a cleaner in here every other day, but you have to do your own laundry."
"Not a problem." She turned, a small smile on her face. "How much?"
"Twenty kep a week."
"A bit pricey for accomodations like this, wouldn't you say?" She raised an eyebrow, knowing bargining was expected. The woman might even be offended if she didn't try to get a better price.
"You will get nothing better at any other place."
"I don't know. Place down the street looked as good, and they said they'd let for fifteen."
"They would steal your bag while you slept, and feed you slop. I keep you safe, and feed you well. Nineteen."
"Mmm." She looked around the room again, tilting her head. "Sixteen. The room's a bit shabby."
"Only because of those who are tight with their money like you. Eighteen."
She shoved her hands in her pockets, fingering the key. "Seventeen and a half, and I'll pay you an extra kep for a warm meal between sun-set and moon-dark."
"A fine bargin, Mada Tyler." The woman broke out into a broad smile, bowing slightly as Rose did the same.
"Indeed a bargin to be sought, Mada Keari." She followed Keari back to the front desk, carefully locking the door behind her. A few lines filled in, and she stepped out into the cool, crisp air of a planet far away from the one she'd grown up on, so many years ago.
A fantastic life, you wanted me to have. How long a life, Doctor?
Part II: Rather Know the Things I Know
Note the second: Rose is definately not a character I've seriously considered writing before. But this song, and the story to go with it, just begs for it to be her. Instead of Jack. Possibly because the singer is female. And this is not the one I'd first had in mind when considering writing for
fandom_me's fest, but... it's one of two that I'm officially attributing to it now.Link back to the "Guilty Pleasures Fest".
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Date: 2007-11-29 07:19 pm (UTC)(Mind you, I've fallen into liking Jack/Nine a lot because the stories are good, and the people aren't as scary for me... though I expect there are some out there that would be scary obsessed to me.)
But this is just gorgeous and beautiful and perfect.
Squee! It's those sort of comments that make the emotional high, even if it's short lived. Well, when I don't know the person who has made the comment, it's short lived. Though from you... *grins* Since I know I can get feedback from you that will make me head/desk about having done something silly, it means a bit more.