Once upon a time, Rose Tyler hated Mondays. She hated waking up to the alarm clock buzzer, trying to get her perfume and clothes done in time to catch the bus or trolley, trying to get to a shop just to try to help customers who didn't want to be helped shop for things they didn't need and try to encourage them to buy more than they wanted to.
In time travel, it doesn't matter what day of the week it was. Monday, Christmas, morning, midnight, Saturnalia, or other weird alien days, it all blurred together into a big holiday of fun and the fantastic.
In Torchwood, there were no weekends. There was no way to schedule incidents, and for people like her father who had to run another business as a shelter (shell!!) corporation to disguise Torchwood's more secretive affairs on the side, the weekends were prime days for actually getting real work done.
Rose Tyler was unaware of how different things would have been for her and Torchwood if Pete's PR team had been less competent. How much more time she would have been forced to spend there creating and filling out paperwork, creating protocols beyond just the basics of fighting supernatural and otherwise mythical monsters and aliens. Instead, she had less to fill her days than she needed.
And that meant she fell into the heiress role even more, if a bit reluctantly at first.
It was good for business. Business connections, funding, using those connections to hide people and secrets that needed hiding. Sometimes she worried about the Streisand Effect having a rebound that the more you tried to hide something, the more people were bound to be curious about it and dig it up when they wouldn't have even cared normally, but that was why being an heiress, a corporate princess as she was called, was so useful. It was so much easier to hide something in plain sight where people wouldn't be looking for it. Like the TARDIS, even if the chameleon circuit had gotten stuck back in the '60s.
It was good for business in all angles, it made her Mum over the moon, and it was better than trying to refrain from groaning out loud and rolling her eyes while her mother went over the billion other ways to decorate the baby's room. Although Rose did enjoy spending time with Peter devising baby-safe toys. That was forever a highlight that didn't even make Rose jealous of all the attention the baby was getting before it was even born. It just made her proud to be able to call him her Dad -- as complicated as their connection to each other was.
But just because it was a highly specialized demand that only Rose Tyler could meet, didn't mean she liked it.
Smiling and copying her Dad's pose to sell Vitex was funny the first few times. And waned very quickly when she got yelled at for getting it wrong, or not looking genuine enough, or not sporty enough, or TOO sporty -- or whatever other nonsense advertising said. Usually Pete's PR department had a sixth sense about such things and rescued her before she blew a gasket on anyone -- which was for their own good more than Rose's.
Still, Mondays actually became a day for Rose to look forward to. No one wanted to cover serious news on the weekends. So it was the best time for her to do something absolutely outrageous like dancing in the company fountain in public, or take a quick job dressed as a hot dog -- something a year ago she would had flat out refused, and now with no one knowing the real her, and everyone knowing her name and face, she jumped at instead. And in Monday mornings the print on the phones and papers was all about her latest stunts, letting little things like unexpected meteor showers in Dublin or missing cows near Leeds go unnoticed.
She was also noticing that someone (almost definitely Pete's PR team) was sabotaging her outrage efforts and catching her at honest more embarrassing moments. The genuine things. Hospital visits to bring toys and flowers. Buying random kids in the park ice cream. The one time she yelled at a mugger and kicked him for trying to mug an old lady and sat on him until the police arrived.
She had half a mind to tell 'em off for it too. But then it would have become a tug of war over the kind of attention she was drawing.
Rose didn't compromise. Not exactly. But she didn't hide the next time she went to an animal shelter, ostensibly looking for a pet for her new baby sibling to be to grow up alongside, but it became a much bigger project than she could have ever imagined. And so she wound up setting up another 3 events for Monday afternoons to get all the at-risk animals adopted and draw attention to the situation.
And it wasn't that she didn't want Pete's PR team not to stress out, not exactly.
But she was a little bemused when Monday became their least hectic day of the week. Some way or another.
Manic Monday!
In time travel, it doesn't matter what day of the week it was. Monday, Christmas, morning, midnight, Saturnalia, or other weird alien days, it all blurred together into a big holiday of fun and the fantastic.
In Torchwood, there were no weekends. There was no way to schedule incidents, and for people like her father who had to run another business as a shelter (shell!!) corporation to disguise Torchwood's more secretive affairs on the side, the weekends were prime days for actually getting real work done.
Rose Tyler was unaware of how different things would have been for her and Torchwood if Pete's PR team had been less competent. How much more time she would have been forced to spend there creating and filling out paperwork, creating protocols beyond just the basics of fighting supernatural and otherwise mythical monsters and aliens. Instead, she had less to fill her days than she needed.
And that meant she fell into the heiress role even more, if a bit reluctantly at first.
It was good for business. Business connections, funding, using those connections to hide people and secrets that needed hiding. Sometimes she worried about the Streisand Effect having a rebound that the more you tried to hide something, the more people were bound to be curious about it and dig it up when they wouldn't have even cared normally, but that was why being an heiress, a corporate princess as she was called, was so useful. It was so much easier to hide something in plain sight where people wouldn't be looking for it. Like the TARDIS, even if the chameleon circuit had gotten stuck back in the '60s.
It was good for business in all angles, it made her Mum over the moon, and it was better than trying to refrain from groaning out loud and rolling her eyes while her mother went over the billion other ways to decorate the baby's room. Although Rose did enjoy spending time with Peter devising baby-safe toys. That was forever a highlight that didn't even make Rose jealous of all the attention the baby was getting before it was even born. It just made her proud to be able to call him her Dad -- as complicated as their connection to each other was.
But just because it was a highly specialized demand that only Rose Tyler could meet, didn't mean she liked it.
Smiling and copying her Dad's pose to sell Vitex was funny the first few times. And waned very quickly when she got yelled at for getting it wrong, or not looking genuine enough, or not sporty enough, or TOO sporty -- or whatever other nonsense advertising said. Usually Pete's PR department had a sixth sense about such things and rescued her before she blew a gasket on anyone -- which was for their own good more than Rose's.
Still, Mondays actually became a day for Rose to look forward to. No one wanted to cover serious news on the weekends. So it was the best time for her to do something absolutely outrageous like dancing in the company fountain in public, or take a quick job dressed as a hot dog -- something a year ago she would had flat out refused, and now with no one knowing the real her, and everyone knowing her name and face, she jumped at instead. And in Monday mornings the print on the phones and papers was all about her latest stunts, letting little things like unexpected meteor showers in Dublin or missing cows near Leeds go unnoticed.
She was also noticing that someone (almost definitely Pete's PR team) was sabotaging her outrage efforts and catching her at honest more embarrassing moments. The genuine things. Hospital visits to bring toys and flowers. Buying random kids in the park ice cream. The one time she yelled at a mugger and kicked him for trying to mug an old lady and sat on him until the police arrived.
She had half a mind to tell 'em off for it too. But then it would have become a tug of war over the kind of attention she was drawing.
Rose didn't compromise. Not exactly. But she didn't hide the next time she went to an animal shelter, ostensibly looking for a pet for her new baby sibling to be to grow up alongside, but it became a much bigger project than she could have ever imagined. And so she wound up setting up another 3 events for Monday afternoons to get all the at-risk animals adopted and draw attention to the situation.
And it wasn't that she didn't want Pete's PR team not to stress out, not exactly.
But she was a little bemused when Monday became their least hectic day of the week. Some way or another.