"Rose!" exclaimed the Doctor. "My God! Someone took horribly unflattering pictures of you. And you've been attacked by a wild crimping iron!"
Rose leaned over, squinted to peer at the magazine the Doctor was holding, then leaned back to sip at her Coke. "It's me," she said. "I've never owned orange trousers, much less orange trousers as part of a one-piece maintenance worker suit sort of deal."
"It must be a future you," said the Doctor. "Or a future you in the past where you were wearing some horrid alien orange maintenance outfit."
"Nah," said Rose nonchalantly. "Never happen."
The Doctor lifted the magazine to peer at it. "It certainly looks like you, only with different hair, and really strange clothing. And some sort of microphone."
"S'my twin sister," said Rose.
"Your--twin?" asked the Doctor. "But didn't we--"
"Separated at birth," said Rose. "Jackie didn't find out about it 'til I was, like, ten or so. She'd been adopted by rich parents, didn't seem right pulling her from there to our little flat." She shrugged. "Now she's a pop star, and I'm touring space and time. Think I got the better end of the deal."
"Oh," said the Doctor. "Well, all right then. Shall we go? Got to get a move on. Jack's waiting."
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Date: 2005-07-16 03:20 pm (UTC)Rose leaned over, squinted to peer at the magazine the Doctor was holding, then leaned back to sip at her Coke. "It's me," she said. "I've never owned orange trousers, much less orange trousers as part of a one-piece maintenance worker suit sort of deal."
"It must be a future you," said the Doctor. "Or a future you in the past where you were wearing some horrid alien orange maintenance outfit."
"Nah," said Rose nonchalantly. "Never happen."
The Doctor lifted the magazine to peer at it. "It certainly looks like you, only with different hair, and really strange clothing. And some sort of microphone."
"S'my twin sister," said Rose.
"Your--twin?" asked the Doctor. "But didn't we--"
"Separated at birth," said Rose. "Jackie didn't find out about it 'til I was, like, ten or so. She'd been adopted by rich parents, didn't seem right pulling her from there to our little flat." She shrugged. "Now she's a pop star, and I'm touring space and time. Think I got the better end of the deal."
"Oh," said the Doctor. "Well, all right then. Shall we go? Got to get a move on. Jack's waiting."