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[waitsforever]

This is partially a thanks to Jack and Mercy for letting me and Amy stay when we...sort of...lost our house. And partially a...just...letting anyone who wants to know know sort of thing in which I tell anyone who cares that Amy and I have moved into Building 11. Um... Yeah, this might've been pointless, a bit.

[A pause. And then he sighs and shuts it off.]


[ooc: Sometimes having consta-access to a Network isn't the greatest of things. Thank your lucky stars there is no Twitter. But yes! TARDIS gone, Amy and Rory have moved to play house in their very own flat, #294! There is like....a couch. And a wooden chair. And that is all. Sob.]

Comments

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Throw a housewarming party. People can bring you things for the house.

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

You moved into Eleven? [He's amused by this. He knows the number of the next version. Probably coincidence anyway.] How're the apartments? Any good? I'm going to eventually drive them up the wall so the apartments might not be a bad idea.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Bit pointless, yeah. I suppose. [ A beat. ] We should get some stuff.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

No problem. You're welcome anytime.