first blueprint

[takeitsleazy]

[he'd had plenty of advance notice about the moon: first from Merlin, then from Hades, and then, the previous evening, from that strange little bird. he didn't know what to expect, but whatever it was, he knew that whatever gave him his power - and his guess was his Eternal nature - was going to be weakened even more than it already had been.

he had to prepare.

so he'd spent part of his first paycheck on something very, very important. a hoodie. on a whim, he'd also grabbed a few other things: some snacks, a few books, and a box of paper clips.

he manages to make it home to his apartment before the sun starts to set, and feels pretty positive and confident about this whole thing. he lines the books up on the coffee table, and puts the snacks which require refridgeration in the kitchen. but as the sun sinks, so does his mood. suddenly, everything starts to look daunting. strange. larger, somehow. something inside him begins to wind up into knots, turning and churning, creating sea changes. what's happening? he doesn't know. but he's --

-- oh. frightened. great. he tries to pace it away, but that only makes the knots worse. soon his stomach hurts, and even glancing at the junk food is a bad idea. he retreats to the bathroom, where he shucks off his suit coat and dress shirt, pulling on the hoodie to stare at himself in the mirror. He tries to will even just his eyes to look the way they really do. Nothing. Not even a faint glimmer. Just ice blue and floating black, wide and human and scared.

Michael pulls the strings tight on the hood, making its tiny little round black ears stand up, and retreats back to the couch, falling over on it sideways. His 3M slides out of the pocket of his pants, and he stands it up against a few of the books to look into it]

[just. staring. congratulations. he's on a couch full of emotion.]

Comments

[takeitsleazy]

No, no, no.

[he waves his free hand at her, not looking up from his squiggles, looking almost drunk on despair]

I mean even whatever I'm supposed to have here doesn't work.

[bigbadrose]

Well, you're not really protecting people this second, yeah?

[takeitsleazy]

Nooooowh.

[there's a little snort at the end, as if to say '... dingus'. he switches up colors and starts scribbling in a different direction. there's something soothing about the way the wax is flaking off onto the paper. something satisfying.]

[bigbadrose]

[Gently scritches his head like for a puppy.]

It'll work when it matters. When you're feeling better. [Grabs a crayon and colors lightly on the other page, gently making weird cutesy shit.]

DW ate my notif :(

[takeitsleazy]

So .... Is this what being sick is?

[if it's a New Human Experience hd might be able to put a spin on it. Maybe.]

/kicks it

[bigbadrose]

Being sick is a little worse. Your insides would be trying to expel themselves... basically.

This looks more like depression? Yeah.

[takeitsleazy]

Depression? Oh. Oh, that's no good. You know what that means, don't you, Rose?

[his crayon breaks, and that seems to be evidence. he gestures at it as if to say: see? with a little flounce of his wrist and a flick of his eyebrows]

I'm being tortured.

[bigbadrose]

[Rose thinks about it, looks at him, and then kisses his cheek.] Was that torture?

come on you knew this was coming

[takeitsleazy]

He freezes, eyes wide like she touched him with a live wire, then reels back, swiping at his cheek with the back of his hand.

"No, but it's gross. You eat with that. Why would I want it on my face?"

totally!

[bigbadrose]

She giggles slowly at first, and then really hard.

"Kisses have healing properties, doncha know? Well, no I guess you wouldn't, yeah? I'm not trying to eat you. Even metaphorically. Right now," a face scrunch, because that was a dangerous line of thought. "Anyway... Listen, yeah? Remember when I talked about seeing the Doctor in various ways of --" she trailed off and rolled her hand in a circle. "Death and stuff, yeah? That was my private torture. I've seen even daleks get tortured. Everyone has a way of being tortured. Yours wouldn't be this mild, I think we can agree on that, yeah? It's more like... you've never gone through all this. Like how the angel and Crowley hadn't either, yeah? If kisses were torture for you, then I'd say yeah, because it'd mean all your senses were being assaulted with no way of differentiating pain or..." she stuck her tongue out wolfishly at him, "Otherwise. Disgust."

His disgust should definitely not make her want to snog him just to fluster him. Definitely should not.

"Anyway, feeling sad isn't bad. It's good. Comes with the capacity to still feel everything else too. Alive. Excited, enjoyment, all that. And I think some of the spells come with this as a side effect. You just aren't used to it yet. So it might be overwhelming now, but it'll get easier. Anything I can do to distract you?"

[takeitsleazy]

"Side effect." He mulled the concept over, picking his crayon back up with a little shudder across his shoulders. Kissing. Ew. All those times he'd seen Eleanor and Chidi kissing had been the absolute worst. And now he knew what it felt like. All mushy and warm and weird.

He rubbed at his cheek again, without even really realizing it, and started to scribble again, just for something to do as he thought. This time, he doodled in the margins, recreating some of the ornamental moulding he'd seen outside on the Opera House.

"Tell me about where you lived. Before you started traveling with the Doctor. What were the buildings like?"

It was as unemotional as he figured he could possibly get. Architecture was matter of fact, it was methodical. Soothing.

[bigbadrose]

"Ugh, awful." Yeah, he was right about it being unemotional. Even for Rose. "Completely boring. Just functional. Basement, rooftop, too many layers, and somehow not enough. Every flat is practically a copy of the others. All grey boring concrete and cheap steel. Estates were made after the war for charity."

[takeitsleazy]

"That's terribly unimaginative." He makes a face. "Kind of like a beehive, for humans. Am I getting that about right?"

[bigbadrose]

"Well..." a frown, "It was boring. But also more square. And my Mum might think of herself as the Queen bee, but it's kind of like... there's no drones or workers. It's basically just to keep people from living in cardboard boxes on the street, yeah?" Sigh. Rose paused in coloring to push her hair back with a hand. "Dad's mansion isn't any better. And Torchwood Tower is worse. In BOTH universes. Like a giant phallic obelisk. 'Oh look at us, we're so not overcompensating for feeling inadequate about not being the most intelligent species in the universe or anything!!' -- which they totally were. Obviously. The mansion wasn't... boring? Just so stuffy! Like no one needs that elaborate a staircase, except my alternate universe Mum apparently, because she really liked to make an entrance. And even my room was just... I dunno. Confining." Huff. She knew it might just be because she felt every part of being in Pete's universe made her feel trapped there however.

"The TARDIS was way better."

[takeitsleazy]

"I never understood why humans were so obsessed with mansions," he concurred, picking up a different crayon and turning to a fresh page. "They're so ... overblown. What's the TARDIS built like? I mean - you and the Doctor have told me what it is, but nothing about what it looks like."

[bigbadrose]

Rose shrugged. "I don't get the fascination either. Even for castles, like it's just a fort you have servants in. Takes a mighty big ego to want that. Not just ego, but thick. Like, if you're going to live in a fort, you're just asking to get attacked, and moats and crocodiles are the opposite of deterrents. More like flashing neon signs begging to be invaded. The Doctor just likes them for historical facts value, but he's even worse in museums about that."

As for the TARDIS... "She's not built," Rose beamed dreamily, "She's grown. The outside is a blue police box like they used to have in the sixties. But inside, every room is wildly different. The console room you see when you first enter blows everyone's mind because it's impossibly bigger on the inside. There's these great tall coral arches that glow and she sings so gently and sweetly. The console itself probably changes all the time, even more than the Doctor's face, so he never knows it exactly, just makes it up as he goes, I swear. All buttons and levers, and sometimes he just smashes her with a rubber mallet. She gets to grow her floorplans no matter what the Doctor wants, except for a few things, yeah? So he has a pool in the library which is perfect, you can just float and read at the same time and you never have to worry about temperature or bugs or rain or nothing. There's an entire room just for waterfalls. There's a menagerie of extinct animals he meant to take back where they belonged but they just sort of got lost and stayed with him instead. The closet is like an entire mansion of every time period, all sizes, all places that human-looking people can fit in, and the TARDIS herself likes to arrange the dresses and skirts, because she's very fond of them in particular. Probably more variety than men's clothes, which tend to be more practical."

[takeitsleazy]

"A building that's self-aware, and grows? It sounds wonderful." Michael could see why Rose would compare a Janet to it, really, and wonders what would happen if one put a Janet inside a TARDIS ... particularly his Janet, which had become so much more evolved than the others.

"I've never been in a pool. Well, not a swimming pool. Lava pools, yeah, I used to love paddling around in those, but ... that was before this." He gestures to himself, the human shape he chose to inhabit and is now stuck in. It feels especially uncomfortable today, like he's stuffed into it like too much sausage in a casing. He's glad for the hoodie, it's more loose, one less layer of tightness.

[bigbadrose]

"You've been swimming in lava pools? No fair!!!" Rose whined like a puppy, "The Doctor kept promising to take me lava surfing, and then he'd drag me off to a daft Earth castle every time! And then we got separated before I ever got the guts to call him out on it." HUFF!! And Rose added a lava spout in the background of the ice cream. And a little blonde surfer on top. Of course.

"How would you redesign where we are now?? OR if you could get your own floorplans and blueprints for new additional actually nice neighborhoods going?? Not the trap kind, but one you'd be living in yourself here."

[takeitsleazy]

"Me?" He blinked. "Oh. Well ... uh ... I hadn't really thought about what kind of neighborhood I'd want. I always designed them for other people. Maybe ... maybe if you start, it'll give me ideas."

THere was plenty of space in the background, and he picked up another piece of paper, using it as a guide to draw a proper horizon line behind the lava pool.

[bigbadrose]

"Lava surfing!" a determined growl and then Rose let herself go a little crazy with it. "And bungee jumping, and asteroid hopping, and waterfall showers, and stonehenge rock concerts, and meteor showers, and frozen ocean waves reaching up to the moon, trapped in place on Widow Wept, and lots of animals everyone thought was a monster, but were actually nice and kind, and instead of geometric shapes all meant to fall in on themselves, it'd be the opposite! Again, like Widow Wept! Everything in perfect balance with everything else because they're all pulling each other apart and hanging each other up like trapeze artists! And barrage balloons and tightrope walks; but they're all solid, just look dangerous. And you know how those super violent cuttlefish have like sixteen cones of color in their eyes? Everything would be like that, and even if people couldn't see it right away, they'd be able to learn and train their brains to see it psychically! And a racetrack. And dancing gummi bears. And every kind of contest ever. And the only punishment is for being boring."

[takeitsleazy]

He's sketching as fast as he can, and to be fair, he keeps up well. But a few of those things trip him up - the not!monsters, especially. The geometric shapes and the trapezes, though, those he has fun with, using them to fill the spaces not occupied with the rest. His lines are true and straight, and clean, and the racetrack winds around and through everything, even shooting up over the lava for one spectacular corkscrew down around the frozen waves afterwards.

His piece de resistance is a caricature of Shawn, dangling upside down by a bungee being held by the dancing gummi bears, because who else to exemplify being boring than his former boss?

[bigbadrose]

"Perfect!" she giggles and gives him a giant thumbs up.

[takeitsleazy]

"Good! So ... let's see. Oh. There's already ice cream, but there needs to be a bar."

He drafts one in at the top of one of the geometric plateaus, with a patio that stretches between two frozen waves. On the patio, waving to the blonde lava surfer, is a little cartoon Michael with a margarita glass in his hand. He adds a karaoke machine in the corner. And through a window, the tiniest suggestion of something yellow. Maybe hair, if you squint just right.

The perfect neighborhood always has an Eleanor. He does it without thinking.

[bigbadrose]

"Yes!" Beams and giggles as he adds to it, and Rose nods, and makes a weird sort of danceclub with a Jack in it. Not that anyone would know it was Jack, except he has a World War 2 captain's jacket. "Jack and Eleanor would shag," she mumbles to herself without thinking about it, chewing her bottom lip in thought. "That'd be weird, yeah?"

Rose points to some of the minimal space left, "'Ere, can you draw some Glenn Miller music? Or no. What do you think it should be?"

[takeitsleazy]

"Glenn Miller. Yeah, I think I know how that goes."

The scales start out as In The Mood but by the end of the last swooping measures, it's Glenn Miller and His Orchestra's swingin' rendition of She Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd. Oops.

"Why would it be weird? Eleanor's had ..." He counts in his head and realizes it might not be flattering to speak of her in that much detail. "... lots of intimate encounters. Probably about as many as your friend Jack."