Rory Williams (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
waitsforever) wrote2011-05-05 02:37 pm
waitsforever) wrote2011-05-05 02:37 pm
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[Forgive Rory, this is going to be a little bit Blair Witch. The camera's right up to his face for a bit--wow, screen full of nose--and then he fixes it, pulls it a bit away. He's breathing heavily, and trying to keep an eye on the camera and off beside him at the same time, and when he speaks, he's trying to keep his voice low.]
There...iiiis...a minotaur after me, a minotaur and a...thing. A goblin or something.
[The camera shakes a bit as he turns it to try and film along the wall beside him, the wall he's pressed up against, maaaybe to go around the edge, show around the corner...
And then a brief glimpse of the beasts, sniffing about, before they look straight at the camera, and the minotaur bellows.]
Shit!
[The video goes flailing, wild, Rory is off running again.
Sudden glimpses of narrow streets around him
and the goblin-thing, coming up towards him, hands reaching out toward the camera
and then bits of the city
the ground
up at Rory, from under his chin, he's tripped and he's pushing himself up again
alleyway
sky through the tops of buildings
and then a door, about halfway into frame on an angle, door opens, Rory hustles in and slams it behind him, up some stairs, down a hall, and then he slides down against the wall there, panting, trying to fumble the camera back to face him. He has a bit of trouble framing the words.]
So...what are they? Are they always here? What does this city have against me handing in my CV?! Because it's done this twice, now! I mean, the first time, it was a giant purple dog, and this time it's...those things. I know it's unprofessional, but is there a hospital email I can send it to? Because this is kind of ridiculous.
[A sound off to the side and Rory looks, and then gapes.]
How'd you--!
[His shoulders fall briefly in defeat, and then he scrambles to his feet and runs off again, ending the video with a thumb as he does so.]
There...iiiis...a minotaur after me, a minotaur and a...thing. A goblin or something.
[The camera shakes a bit as he turns it to try and film along the wall beside him, the wall he's pressed up against, maaaybe to go around the edge, show around the corner...
And then a brief glimpse of the beasts, sniffing about, before they look straight at the camera, and the minotaur bellows.]
Shit!
[The video goes flailing, wild, Rory is off running again.
Sudden glimpses of narrow streets around him
and the goblin-thing, coming up towards him, hands reaching out toward the camera
and then bits of the city
the ground
up at Rory, from under his chin, he's tripped and he's pushing himself up again
alleyway
sky through the tops of buildings
and then a door, about halfway into frame on an angle, door opens, Rory hustles in and slams it behind him, up some stairs, down a hall, and then he slides down against the wall there, panting, trying to fumble the camera back to face him. He has a bit of trouble framing the words.]
So...what are they? Are they always here? What does this city have against me handing in my CV?! Because it's done this twice, now! I mean, the first time, it was a giant purple dog, and this time it's...those things. I know it's unprofessional, but is there a hospital email I can send it to? Because this is kind of ridiculous.
[A sound off to the side and Rory looks, and then gapes.]
How'd you--!
[His shoulders fall briefly in defeat, and then he scrambles to his feet and runs off again, ending the video with a thumb as he does so.]
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You're in a box that's bigger on the inside, mate. You really think it's as simple as it looks on the outside?
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[He's... not. But there's not much he can do about it, really. So he drops his pipe, ignoring it as it clatters on the floor, stuffing a handful of sweets from his pockets into his mouth instead. Naturally, his next port of call is the console. Those buttons there are practically begging for him to mess with them.]
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You touch those, as far as you, and, frankly, I know, one of them flings the door open. I wouldn't.
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His finger's already on one of then by the time Rory speaks. He freezes, arm dropping down again a moment later.]
Oh. Should probably avoid that, then. So, what is this place?
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It belongs to a friend of ours. He lets us live here.
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[Says the guy who lives in a Community Centre when he's back home.]
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[There's no controls there that Nathan can touch. And the swimming pool's there, of course. Which Amy will never stop finding amusing.]
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Nathan, did you buy those sweets?
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No. Some retard left a big heap of them lying on the floor outside. Can you believe that shit?
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Oh, no.
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[Rory almost doesn't want to say.]
It's...there's a monster today. Looks like a little blob. But anything it sits on is turning into sweets that look just like that. So.....you could be eating a streetlamp, if you're lucky. Ah...or...a person.
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[Nathan's too freaked out to even pretend to consider this is someone else's home. Any sweets left in his pocket he flings onto the floor, trying not to think about the ones he's already eaten. Easier said than done when the taste is still fresh in your mouth. He props himself up on the console, trying very hard not to dry heave.]
Please... please tell me you're making that up?
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Sorry. [He raises a hand, opening his mouth, taking a while to getting to actually talking.] Did...you not think that it's fairly unlikely for someone to just be leaving sweets lying about?
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[He groans, clutching his stomach.] I think I'm going to be sick.
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Come on, deep breathing, and there's a bathroom just through here. In and out through your nose, alright?
[....at the very least, it will piss him off and distract him.]
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Seriously, man. If I can dig up rotting corpses without being sick, I think I can make it to the bathroom before I throw up whichever poor bastard I've just been snacking on.
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A nurse, actually. [And because it's an easier way to get him there...} Amy, why don't you show Nathan the bathroom?
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