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Who: Rose Tyler & Hellboy
What: The Castle Dating Game
Where: Rose Tyler's Room.
When: Feb 11th to plot end.

Rose loved to sleep in. There was nothing better than to have a good eleven hours of uninterrupted sleep. Having the sudden addition of a considerable amount of weight to her bed only disrupted her sleep for a moment before she just dozed back off. Then her mind caught up with the fact that her body had shifted toward the weight and that the weight seemed to be breathing...

She got up.

Quickly.

And across the room.

Apollo rubs against her shins, his black fur no doubt shedding all over. Meanwhile, it seems Vortex is sleeping soundly curled up next to the ... large red man that is in her bed.

It could be worse, she figured. Then she realized that her entire room had a slight style-upgrade. It was as if someone had changed the desktop theme to Romantic Rendezvous.

"You might want to get up... slowly, since you're not gonna be where you think you were last night, yeah?"

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Hellboy wasn't really a light sleeper. He wasn't a sound sleeper either; years of sleeping in haunted and crumbling castles tends to make a person pretty aware of their surroundings even when they're unconscious.

But magically appearing in someone else's bed isn't really the same thing as cold spots or creaking stairs.

The thing that got him up was the sudden absence of weight next to him -- he didn't even notice it was there until it was gone. Going a little tense, he does as is suggested, carefully sitting up and taking a slow look around the room.

"Oh," he said. "This again."

"Again?" She would normally fall into the thought of realizing that he didn't mean magically showing up in the rooms of other people, but that the castle was up to its usual tricks.

However, it's early and she had just been woken up by a large red man with horns. It's alright. She'll manage.

"You're going to reassure me that this is castle hijinks and not your loss, yeah?"

Unfortunately for Rose, he meant the former.

He appreciated the fact that she wasn't screaming, though. That would have been a mess.

Sighing, Hellboy rubbed at his temples, his left fingers normal (apart from being red, of course) and his right fingers huge and made of stone. But of course they were; they matched the rest of that hand.

"Castle hijinks," he repeated. "The last time this happened, somebody else dropped in on my bed, though."

After a second, he seemed to realize something and gave the room another look around, apparently searching for something. It seemingly wasn't there, so he pointed at the animal lying next to him instead. "Yours?"

Rose nodded, trying to calm herself down and not over react too much over the horns, and the red, and goodness... hands. She'd seen worse. She'd seen way worse.

"Vortex. The pet, yeah, she's mine. Well, she was the Doctor's but he left." A few times, but it didn't really matter.

"Sorry, I'm Rose. Rose Tyler. And you?"

"Hellboy," he said, idly bracing himself for the questions. It was funny -- nobody back home ever seemed to ask about his name. 'Hell-boy,' it was pretty straightforward.

"You said the Doctor?" he added, after a moment, the corners of his mouth turning downward. "When did that happen?"

She doesn't bat an eyelash at his name. If anything it seems to fit. Better than the Ood at least.

"Oh, not... not any of the ones that are here now. 'while ago. Years actually. I've come and gone and in between, I guess."

Well, that's good. A good start!

This information is confusing, though. "I only met one. Didn't know there were several," he said slowly, but then this Rose was suddenly more interesting. "You've been here before?"

He sat up a little more in the bed and then swung his legs over the side, because this conversation was becoming slightly awkward with him all bundled up under the covers. (And if the horns and giant stone arm didn't do anything for her, surely the cloven feet would just send her over the moon.)

"Do you remember any of it? They used to say that if you come back, you don't remember -- but I guess lately people have been remembering ..."

Rose moves to sit back on the bed. It's odd to try and have a conversation with someone when you're standing in the middle of the room. Apollo'll jump up and turn in a circle on the bed before curling up near Vortex.

"Thing is," Rose starts, "I'm not really sure I went home. Mean, that's what people say. The name plate leaves and you just say 'Oh, they went home.' because that's what you think happens. Not that we've ever had reason b'fore to think different. Just, I didn't go home I was in Paris. Maybe not the whole time, but it felt like the whole time. I had new memories and a new life. It was as if I never really existed at all. No more Rose Tyler Companion. I was Rose Tyler... bakery owner."

She shakes her head, "The thing is that there's also bit in the journal that was me. Just... those memories didn't come back."

It takes Hellboy a little bit of effort to understand her. Not because of the accent or anything, he's spent a fair amount of time in England, but different realities and magical kidnappings -- those things always made his head spin.

He tilted his head somewhat at the "companion" bit, but it wasn't that important.

"So you ... were here before, and then you went to Paris? And while you were in Paris, another you showed up?" he said slowly, trying to piece it all together. "A doppelganger, maybe ..."

Rose laughed, nodding along, "Yeah. Seems like. Mean, I travel in time so I'm familiar with not wanting to cross over into your own time-line, but seems bit weird. 'Course there've been more than a few weird things in this place. Had three of one person here at one point, if I recall."

Rose gets up off the bed, moving to retrieve her journal. She'll flip the pages backward, "See, this is me. I'd leave a mark here." Rose points to the R with a circle around it.

"Just so I knew it was mine and not the others. There'd been others, but we'd never overlapped before. Not that me in Paris is an overlap, but still. Bit curious, yeah?"

Hellboy leaned over to look at the book, heavy brow lowering somewhat in thought. That wasn't a bad idea, actually. Some kind of code in the book in case he came back ...

"I never even bothered to look," he said slowly. "If I've been here before, I mean."

He blinked, looking back up at Rose again. "Sorry -- time travel? You don't look, uh ... like a time traveller. I mean, you look normal."

"Thanks, I think." She smiled at him, shrugging her shoulders a bit.

"I was normal. Mean, had a job in a shop, stayed up late, loved to sleep in. Just, stayin' in one spot was fine. Then I met the Doctor and all that seemed... not enough."

Hellboy nodded, understanding in a detached sort of way. He'd never had the opportunity to live a normal life, so it wasn't something he had experience with. But he could still sort of see what she was saying.

"Believe me, normal is good where I come from," he said, rolling his eyes in a bit of a self-effacing way -- or he tilted his head like he was rolling his eyes anyway; the entirety of his eyes were solid yellow, so it was a little hard to tell. But he was doing it, I swear.

"Well," he said, standing up -- and look there's a tail, in case he wasn't weird enough for you, Rose -- "I should probably get out of your hair. It looks like you're expecting somebody later, anyway."

He meant all the Valentine's decorations littering her apartment, by the way. Pink and red hearts everywhere certainly meant Hellboy should get his cute little ass out of there.

"Company...?" There was a flash of confusion on her face, it came first from the tail, because yep - that was a tail.

"This? Oh, I didn't do this," she replied, gesturing around her room. "Trust me. Really not planning on anyone stopping by while it's lookin' like this. Mean, it's sort'v tacky."

Rose made a face as she felt a pink crepe paper streamer fall atop her head.

"Yeah, not my doing at all."

Hellboy looked down at her, helpfully plucking the streamer off her head with his great stone hand. "Oh. Well, I feel a little better now," he said. "It's hard to keep a straight face talking to somebody who likes pink this much."

Turning his hand out to the side and opening it, he let the streamer fall.

"Anyway, it was nice to meet you," he said, heading toward the door. "Maybe we could talk some other time when the castle isn't screwing with -- er."

A pause. During which he sort of rattled at the doorknob for a minute.

"Oh."

That was not a good sound. Her eyes went wide a bit, because if him, with his hand of... whatever it was, couldn't open the door then they were stuck.

"Pretty sure that's not what I wanted to hear."

"Pretty sure you're right," he replied dryly, giving the door another rattle for good measure and then turning back around with a sigh.

"Looks like we get to play house for awhile."

Exhaling, she glanced around her room, "Well, you're not allergic to animals are you?"

Rose had quite a few of them herself and if she needed to start wishing for allergy medication, she needed to do that now.

"Mean, not that I'd know how to ask 'bout the Pokemons, but they've got fur."

He shook his head, sort of awkwardly standing in the doorway. Well, now what?

"I'm okay," he said, then eyed the animals a little curiously. "I heard about these things before, but I've never seen one yet. Are they ... er, friendly?"

Allergies or no, Hellboy didn't do well with angry animals.

Rose glanced down to the one. They were about the size of small greyhounds she figured, but she bent to scoop the one off the bed and held it in her arms.

"They're pretty harmless. Mean, they had an egg once, but they've mostly just been shedding. They haven't gotten their powers back or anything. Maybe one day, but just not yet. They're just odd looking pets."

He was nodding slowly along with this, because yes, that all sounds reasonable, but then he stopped. And didn't say anything for a second.

And then, slowly: "Did you say they 'had an egg'?"

"Yeah, don't even know how that happened. Just... kept leaving them at the daycare while I was working on things. Seemed to be okay, then came back one day and there was an egg."

Rose shrugged, glancing to the two pets that were now curled up together.

"Egg hatched and I gave the baby away after a bit. 'Mean I already had plenty to take care of."

Hellboy was staring at the animals now. An egg ... no, no ... that's too bizarre ...

"They had an egg together?"

She laughed, "Yeah, 'mean, one is a boy and the other a girl. Not that I want to think 'bout it. I'm pretty sure all of their species are born from eggs."

He shook his head a little. That's just ... weird.

"I've seen a lot of strange stuff in my time," he said, "but a cat and a dog getting together and laying an egg -- that takes the cake."

Feb. 11

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