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Pulse

PulseThe man trying to chat Rose up wasn't getting the message that she'd rather be elsewhere.

Jack held her hand up to show the stranger their matching bracelets were displayed a synchronous cycle of lights. "Sorry, pal, she's taken."

Rose watched him shrug and walk away. "What was that about?"

"This is a matrimonial band."

"We're married?"

Jack grinned broadly. "Not exactly. They have a triune marriage based on people whose compatibility is indicated by these bracelets."

"They're fakes?"

Jack nodded at the Doctor, who waved back allowing Rose to see his own bracelet pulsed to match their own.

"Oh."

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dw100challenge #78: wounded

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_workinprogress
26th Jul, 2005 23:19 (UTC)
Usually you would get politely told where to go
he. I know the feeling.

I may do a longer version at some point.
Yay! I hope that 'some point' isn't too far into the future.
cookies? they're still warm ~smile~


redwolf
26th Jul, 2005 23:25 (UTC)
Well, as I've now said I'd lengthen the drabble, this grants you permission to prod me at regular intervals to ask where the hell it is. Feel free to take advantage of this.
_workinprogress
30th Jul, 2005 07:06 (UTC)
*pokes*
to early to ask where it is. but not to early to remind you to get started on it. *grin*
redwolf
1st Aug, 2005 05:10 (UTC)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Poking received. I blame a brush with tequila for my laxness. Senor Cuervo is not my friend.

This do you?