[The video feed kicks in, but it's clearly by accident. The journal looks as though it has been dropped. It's now on the ground outside, half in the snow. Not much is clear through the fog. Suddenly, a light comes on- a headlight from The Doctor's moped, to be exact.]

Aha!

[Rose's leg appears alongside the moped as she gets on. The end of her shotgun comes into view for a moment, then is pulled off-screen. There are some metal clanking sounds. A frustrated sigh. Hide your breakables; she might be trying to build something!]

Is everyone all righ'?

'as anyone 'eard from-

[Pause. She doesn't actually know who Oliver took from anyone else. Can't be bothered by it now, though...]

Where's my dad?!

[Rose keeps telling herself that she doesn't have to be responsible for John. He's a grown man that can take care of himself. However, each time she steps back, the Metacrisis gets into trouble with someone else! She feels bad, and can't seem to get rid of her own guilt... OR the resentment of Sherlock Holmes.

The girl makes her way to John's room. Looking down the hall to make sure Sam hasn't followed, she knocks on the door.]

Anyone 'ome?

[Claudia peers into the screen, her eyebrows furrowing a bit as she messes with her notebook. After a few moments, she stops, looking rather pleased with herself.]

So, there's a dude here now that looks just like Dean. How the heck are we suppose to tell them apart??

[She pauses, and grins brightly.]

I've come up with the best idea eveeeeeeeeeer. One of them should just totally run around shirtless.... ALL the time.

[Hey, to her it was an awesome idea. Hot shirtless dude? Who was really going to complain???]

[Rose runs full-speed from her room to Sam and Dean's. She is furious- FURIOUS with John for just spouting out Sam's whereabouts to some stranger. Frankly, Mr. So-Called-Lucifer makes her skin crawl. And then there's Sam and John bickering over whatever, and really, she's fuming. She could KILL the both of them, but she's certainly not about to let anything happen to Sam in the meantime.

She reaches the Winchesters' door and knocks like she wants to break the thing down.]

Sam, Sam!!

[ The feed clicks on to show the landing, empty save for the furniture. For a few minutes, that's all there is; a bare room, practically devoid of life.

Then, as if out of nowhere, four people come crashing onto the floor, as if out of thin air. It takes a moment, but eventually Brooke sits up, rubbing her head a little. Her clothes are a little worse for the wear - dirty, torn in a few spots - and her hair's a mess, but otherwise she looks okay.

The other three beside her are Cas, Max and Rose.

Brooke groans softly and stretches one arm across her chest, her other hand tugging at her elbow to pull it farther. Then she glances around, a disappointed look coming to her face. ]

This is so not what I was thinking of when I said "There's no place like home."








ooc: backdated to after the book plot. it was taking a little too long to get through the entire thing, so rose-mun and i decided to just say that brooke had attempted to contact someone in the house (specifically sam, like rose told her) through the crystal ball, but it's entirely up to andi if he heard or not. or anyone else. we also decided that brooke didn't realize they heard her, or wasn't sure if they could/would help, so they just completed the story. if you have questions/concerns/whatever, let me know. otherwise, threadhop away.

[To self] Did I sleep through tha' entire day?? Blimey.

[The girl sounds healthier, and definitely more awake. Buffy was kind enough to bring her breakfast. Bless that girl and her pantry key. Now, Rose is ready to hound a certain someone about a certain SECRET HISTORY that he conveniently didn't tell her about. She takes a sip from a glass of orange juice before addressing the journal properly.]

Sam?

All right then. Which one of ya has an Armory key? Congratulations! You're my new best mate.

Meet me down there.

~Rose

[ There's a cry of agony and then nothing, aside from Brooke's heavy breathing. Then there's the sound of sheets being kicked off frantically. ]

It was just a dream. [ Her voice is shaky and muffled, and she obviously doesn't believe her own words. ] It was just a dream.

[ She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself, then there's the sound of paper faintly crinkling. She's mumbling to herself, but as she reads more from the paper, her voice gains volume. ] ...falling of the gloom, the red fire paints the empty room: and warmly on the roof it looks, and flickers-- [ She falls silent mid-sentence. ]




ooc: set directly after her lovely nightmare.

[ Waking up the way she had wasn't anything she was used to, nor was it anything she wanted to be used to. Needless to say, opening her eyes to a room that was both not her living room and decorated rather eccentrically did not a happy Buffy make.

Her fingers dance gingerly over the cross around her neck, caressing the chain, clutching the silver mold of the metal. She opens the door tentatively, poking her head out and looking around the hallway. It's odd, there's no doubt about that, but it doesn't seem dangerous.

She takes a step, one foot behind the other. This isn't where she needs to be. She needs to be in that room full of girls, helping them. Doing something for them. Leading them, hopefully not to their deaths. And yet here she is, in a place she's never seen before.

She ventures further into the hallway, brow furrowed as she peers curiously from side to side. ]

... Uhm. Hello?

Oh, COME ON! Leonard 'n' I finally jus' start figurin' things out, I go to bed in the Vicarage feelin' victorious, and then...

WHAT??

What is all this? 'ave I been taken somewhere?? It doesn't even seem like the same time period in this room!

I've not done any explorin' yet. Do I even want to? I mean, what's the point if-

Sorry, jus' gettin' frustrated. This is Rose Tyler. Any of you lot out there? 'ave I been kidnapped, or is this a universal thing?

Dare I ask- DOCTOR?

We are not amused.