||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

[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.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Why? Worried, are you? Is your daemon a mouse?

Ooookay, you should probably stop now.

[designedtoparty]

She's a fox, actually. So I think you'll find she ranks a little higher on the food chain than you do.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Foxes. No wonder you're insufferable.

[designedtoparty]

I'm not insufferable.

[He turns his attention to Rory, because he's obviously much more likely to get a good response from there.] Am I insufferable?

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Okay, this is actually kind of hilarious.]

Well...I would say you aren't, quite, but my soul seems to think you are.

[designedtoparty]

Well, your soul is very hurtful.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

And yours WANTS TO EAT ME.

Fiona, please.

[designedtoparty]

My soul eats normal food.

I just said she could, that's all.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

If--

[And then she gets cut off. Because Rory is holding her beak closed. Apparently, his soul doesn't have the MASSIVE FILTER that he has up around everything he's thinking always.]

I...think I am glad you're not cursed the same way today. At least.

[designedtoparty]

What, you don't think our souls would get on wonderfully?

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I think....yours would have fun pretending that she wanted to eat mine and working her up.

[designedtoparty]

I don't know. I think we're missing out on something there.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

D'you think?