||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

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

What? No, of course not! No, no, it's a, a.. Well it's hard to pronounce but it creates a bio-regenerative field that.. Might work for this. But I'm not sure. It won't make it worse though; that would be a bit of a daft thing to do, wouldn't it?

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I'd really appreciate that, then. [A thought.] Is it...pretty much TARDIS-exclusive? Or is...can another one be built?

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

[Blink.] Well, no, it's just ahead of your time period. I don't.. Think it grew there. [He has no idea. But.] You can make them with the right parts. Though, I suppose that's really a bit true of anything.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

It's only that the phantom pains seem to've been going on here for a while...and if they keep up indefinitely, it would be nice to fix it for people other than me, here.

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

Ahhh, I hadn't realised -- yeah, that can be done, most like. Just need to make sure I've got all the parts. Or at least, can make them. I actually got a job with the.. Stark's old company, so there's a pretty good chance what I don't have I can recreate there. [Considering, considering. Pause.] I'm not totally sure it's going to work on you though, so we'll need to.. test, that and then see if they come back before running about with a 'cure'.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Doctor, he heard the rest of what you said but right now, he's fixating on the weirdest part.]

You got a job?!

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

Needed something to do, didn't I? Actually it's quite easy so far; don't know why I've never done it before. [New, this 'having a job' thing. Kind of exciting!] I mean a proper one, that I was present for.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[...he's feeling oddly proud of the Doctor. This is weird.] Well...well done. I mean, good. Good idea.