[Role Play] handysparehand, Parallel Earth

[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah had to admit: Brittany, France was a change of scenery for them. The seaside town she and John had found themselves sent to was awfully quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of London. It was, in fact, a little too quiet for Sarah Evans' taste. A little too slow. Certainly not the holiday she would have chosen.

But, then again, they weren't exactly here on holiday, were they? It was something much more than that. Rumors of mermaids and sea monsters from off the coast. Something, it seemed, that Torchwood and the French government both wanted to hide.

Which meant, of course, that Mr Chapman wanted to know everything.

So here she was, groaning as the early morning sun trickled in through the window of the inn room they were sharing. The alarm clock by the bed was going off loudly. Only 4:00 a.m. but screaming at the pair to awake.

Bloody fish and their bloody dawn feedings.

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Except John was already awake. In all his years of traveling, he had never once come across a mermaid. He had been too excited last night to stay asleep. He ended up sneaking down to the local pub to see what he could find out. Suffice it to say, being a Londoner looking for mermaids is not a good way to make friends in Brittany.

"Allons-y Sarah Evans!" he said brightly, bouncing on the bed for a moment. He began to try and pull the comforter off of her. "Come on then, up you go. Wakey wakey wakey."