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Characters: Rose Lalonde and You!
Setting: Around the tower
Format: I'll follow you!
Summary: Rose Lalonde is 35 and confused.
Warnings: Swearing? Mentions of death, mentions of injuries, possibly scars and wounds, idk. Tower stuff.

[Dorm 2-07/closed to John]

It had been a little unsettling. Okay no, that's a lie. It was really fucking unsettling. Waking up laying next to your husband who is suddenly fourteen or something?

But it was a quiet unsettling, so ultimately she continued holding him, staring at the opposite wall as she tried to figure out if something like this had ever happened before. Plenty of gruesome experiments. Plenty of deaths, plenty of tragedies, plenty of mind fucks...

Nope. Nothing like this had ever happened before. So she had no idea what to expect - her Seer's sight was useless - and that made it worse. Pulling the boy a little closer - protectively - Rose buried her face in his hair and sighed. She didn't like where this was going.

"John. Hey. Wake up, sleepy head."

[Lounge - 38]

Oh boy did she need a drink. Today, at the bar sits a six foot tall blonde woman who may or may not look familiar to the tower residents. You would probably recognize her as an older Rose Lalonde. Approach? She seems pretty intent on getting pretty drunk...

[Halls around the tower]

After a decent drink, it was time to find more people. More friends, to be exact, and take a head count. Who is here, who is young again, maybe someone from her time... Finding her friends was important, top of her list of to-do's.

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"Because we've been here for twenty years." Raising a brow. Well, he must not have been affected by anything, meaning the tower is probably screwing with her. Though she'll still need more to confirm that. Talking with Dave or Jade would help, probably...

That's for later.

"And I'm not thirty four, I'm thirty five."

"Wow, really, thirty five?" His eyes go a little wide as he gives her a quick once-over. "You look pretty good for thirty five, I wouldn't have g-- wow no, I'm getting sidetracked here." He sets his face, looking slightly baffled now...but DETERMINEDLY!!! He is determinedly baffled. "We haven't been here anywhere close to that long. We have even barely been here for two months yet. Wait..." He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

"This isn't some kind of elaborate prank, is it?" He looks around the room, half expecting to see the younger Rose that he's familiar with hiding behind something. He really would not put it past her. "You're not some older lady who just happens to look like Rose or some alternate universe older Rose or something?" He leans down to peek under the bed. Nope. No Teenage Rose down there. Maybe it isn't a prank oh no wait. She could totally be hiding there. He gives Rose a deadpan look and jabs his thumb in the direction of the closet. "Fifteen year old Rose is going to jump out of there isn't she? When it looks like I am actually going to fall for this?"

He just earns another laugh, though it's a little bit more sad compared to her last round. "Mm, no. Unfortunately, this isn't a prank John. Or perhaps fortunately. I don't think I mind seeing younger you again." Just going to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You have my word as your wife."

"Wait, what?"

Wife? What? You lost him, Rose. You would think that this wouldn't be such a difficult concept to grasp, since marriage is typically what follows engagement, but John appears to be having some trouble with this.

"Yes, wife. You are my fiance, aren't you? Or were you never planning on marrying me?" Chuckling she sits back, holding out her hand. "Here, see? Here's the..." Stopping, she stares at her hand. "Where's my ring?"

"What, no! No that's not it! Of course I planned on it! It's just...strange to hear you actually say it. Since that hasn't happened for me yet? I guess?" How the fuck does this time bullshit work. What is it even.

"Uhm...I don't know. Maybe it fell off while you were sleeping?" He lifts the sheets up, peeking under them for any sign of a ring.

"Maybe..." She crawls out of the bed - careful not to disturb the bedspread - and starts searching from there. "It's never fallen off before."

"Really? Not once in twenty years?" He looks somewhat bemused. The fact that Rose sleeps with her ring on is no surprise. She's been sleeping with the engagement ring on for almost a year now from his perspective. And though it had yet to fall off, he had always assumed it was only a matter of time before it finally slipped off and got lost in the sheets.

"Yes, really." Sigh...she can't find it. "Fuck these beds..."

John's expression turns a little sad. It's not his fault or anything and he knows that but still...it's a shame. Rose is upset and he kind of wanted to see what their future wedding rings look like.

Or would that undo the space time continuum. Is that already undone? See that's why this kid is not the time or space guy. Can you imagine how many dead Johns there would be in that case?

"I'm sure it'll turn up eventually! Maybe somewhere where you aren't expecting it."

Too many.

"I hope so. I would have to hate to kick the ass of any thieves." With a snort she sits back down, finally taking a chance to really look John over. "...you were so small."

"Wow, gee. Thanks for rubbing that in there, Rose. Love you, too."

And after he said she looked good!

Edited 2013-01-15 04:27 (UTC)

"John, it's nothing to take offense to. It's not like you're all that tall when you're thirty four either." Chuckling, she presses a hand to his cheek, then rests it on his shoulder. "...honestly, it's somewhat of a relief - albeit a little heartbreaking - to see you younger again."

"Aw what? Seriously?! I'm still shorter than you when we're all grown up!?"

Absolute. Bullshit.

Guys are supposed to be taller than girls, especially the ones they're married to!

"Though uh...do I want elaboration on that?"

"Yes, by four inches. And...probably not. But if you want it, I'll tell you." Just going to rest her hands in her lap and scoot a little closer to him. "You should know it's not a pleasant tale though. But I'm sure you are likely expecting it."

"Unless it ends in 'And then we found a way back to Johto' I think that kind of goes without saying. But uh...are you sure you should tell me? Time isn't my thing but isn't that against the rules?"

"Time isn't my thing either, but I'm sure it will be fine if you want to know. Splintered time lines don't really affect anything here. Hell, for all we know we're already in one, so you can't really make it worse."

"Pfft. And here I thought knowing everything about everything was your thing. Guess I was wrong, huh?"

He laughs and sticks out his tongue.