||4|| [Accidental Video]

[waitsforever]

[Bound to happen eventually, the feed goes on and it's accidental video. Rory's sitting on his and Amy's bed in the TARDIS, just finishing up buttoning a plaid shirt. There's a barn owl on the bed beside him, doing a little bit of hopping and fluttering of feathers to stay upright as his weight on the bed shifts.]

--if it has to do with something Underground...I guess we'll find out eventually.

[The owl speaks. Its voice is female, but sort of Rory-like all the same.]

Not necessarily.

Yes, alright, maybe not.

You need to stop procrastinating. You should be writing this down and trying to work it out properly.

Are you lecturing me? [He gives the owl an amused look.] My own soul.

Exactly.

...good point.

Are you done now? I want to perch.

Yep, go on, done, don't...hold on too tightly.

[The owl flap-flutters to get herself onto Rory's left shoulder and then does a bit of a walking settle on it and fluffs her feathers.]

That's fine, right?

Yeah, I know, you don't have to be smug ab-- [He cuts himself off to put a hand to his chest, looking a bit concerned. A pause, and then suddenly he hunches back a bit, his face contorting, rather, at the sudden wave of pain. And then his owl, shortly after, startled by the sudden pain, digs her talons into his shoulder.]

Aaaaa! Don't--aahh-haah. Get off!

[His owl extracts her talons and Rory leans slightly to pluck her off his shoulder with his right hand and set her back on the bed, putting his hand to his shoulder straight after (the fabric of his shirt's starting to get a bit of a bloody patch) and holding it there as he hunches over. His owl looks nervous and concerned.]

Sorry. Oh no, really, really, sorry, that one was really bad.

Yeah. [Rory nods, and then stands up.] We better go see if that sort of...sick bay area's in the same place.

[Still holding his shoulder, he comes over to pick up his phone carefully with his free left hand and the feed ends.]


[ooc: ...Rory's daemon would have brown text if I was on a computer. As it is, she's italics. Cursed! Also, ghost pains! Isn't he lucky!]

Comments

voice [1/?]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Rory?

voice [2/?]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Oh, you stupid, stupid--

action [3/?]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[This is Amy, suddenly standing in the room. With her hands on her hips and a glare.

Conall, though, jumps off Amy's shoulder and runs over to Fiona immediately, rather betraying Amy's worry.]

action [4/5]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You said it was nothing.

action [5/5]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[She goes to kneel in front of him. Careful not to touch.]

Hey.

action [1/?]

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[With his phone going off, Rory had been forced to acknowledge that, whoops, that had all just gone up onto the Network. Figured.

Also inescapable is Amy showing up, though he doesn't entirely mind. Fiona's over with Conall, reaching out to run a wing over his back in sort of reassurance. But...Amy's mad. Fair enough.]

action [2/2]

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[When Amy comes over, Rory wants to reach out like Fiona and touch her, reassure her, but he has the choice between a hand attached to an arm on a painful shoulder and a hand covered in the blood of said shoulder.]

Hey.

[He shrugs slightly with his right shoulder.]

I thought it was, honestly. [He hesitates, and then continues.] I...suspected it might get worse, but I didn't want to say anything in case it didn't.

action.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

What is it with you trying to hide things from me? [Fiona reassuring Conall has a ... somewhat calming effect on Amy. In the sense that it calms her worries enough to let her anger surge to the surface again.]

action.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Rory's eyes kind of flick between Amy, and down and away. He just...doesn't want to bother her with this stuff. He wants to be able to work out what he thinks about something and how he's dealing with it before he tells her. Life's just easier without weird things.]

I'm sorry. It wasn't--I'm not trying to exclude you.

action.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Right. [Glare.] 'cause when my husband is dealing with weird and unexpected pains, I wouldn't want to know about it.

[Amy uses the word 'husband' almost like a weapon. It used to mean more to him than to her, the whole marriage thing, and it was his idea after all. She's good at ignoring the fact that she wouldn't be this angry (and this worried) about him if it didn't mean something to her as well, if he didn't mean this much.]

action.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[It hits him like a weapon, and he winces.]

Not... [He lifts his hand to do a hesitant gesture with it before remembering that it is bloody, and supposed to be applying pressure to his shoulder, so he puts it down again] ...not entirely unexpected.

[That was meant to be avoidance, because he should have told her and he meant to, only... But it's not avoidance, really. It's aggravation, if anything.]

[designedtoparty]

Is your soul attacking you?

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

No. Not on purpose.

I...misjudged my grip.

[designedtoparty]

Maybe you want to look into getting a quick manicure, or something? Take the edge off things a bit.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I still need to eat. Don't be ridiculous.

[designedtoparty]

I was talking about your claws. I never said anything about taking your beak off.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I catch my food. How would you like if I took off your fingers?

[designedtoparty]

Then you'd better be intending on feeding me.

You couldn't just eat his food? That's kind of gross.

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

It should be relatively in the same place. Lost it a while ago, so hopefully it is. Most injuries don't happen in the ship so it can drift for a few decades here and there.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, good. I've had to use it a couple of times before...I think the TARDIS might've...worked out that I was a nurse, somehow, because I found it first try the first time I needed it.

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

Ah, makes sense. Do you need help with.. Anything?

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

N-- [And then he changes his mind.] You...did this thing with your sonic, once. I'm pretty sure...or...as sure as I can be, anyway, but it acted like a sort of painkiller...

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

[Small pause. Which setting is that? OH.] Oh! Right, yes. [He pulls it out and thumbs over to the right one.. Somewhere in the low Ds. 17, probably. He looks over at Rory and then.] Erm. Just the shoulder? [He whirrs it in an apparently random pattern over the place that Rory was clutching, then clicks to another setting and does it again, and looks at the sonic.] Shot? When you did you get shot with that sort of thing? Where I do take you that you get shot with that? [Yeah, sure, companions get captured every now and then but outright shot is.. Very not good.]

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I get....got shot a while ago. It doesn't matter. [Dismissiveness works, right...?] It wasn't the shoulder I meant, actually, though...thanks, that feels a LOT better. I was shot here. [He sort of...gestures at his chest.] And it doesn't hurt all the time so....will the sonicing work?

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

[Yeah sure, dismissiveness. He's still probably got his eyebrows in his hairline and clearly isn't that pleased but he's not going to press it.] Not permanently, I don't think. It's a minor stimulation of the nerves in the affected area, but if it's not a current injury.. [He checks another setting and whrrs where Rory vaguely gestured.] Any better?