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[waitsforever]

[Video of Amy and Rory's bed, only...Rory doesn't appear to be in it. Instead of him, there's a slight woman, face part buried into her arm on the pillow for a moment until she makes a soft grumbling sound, stretches, and accidentally prods Amy. She opens her eyes, frowning sleepily and prods sideways some more. There is a person there, WHAT?

The woman opens her eyes properly and looks sideways, looking slightly panicked until she sees who it is, upon which she looks relieved, if confused.]

Amy?


[ooc: Cuuuursed to think he has always been a woman today! Sorry for the late. Comments from patientnurse.]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Hmm, sleep. And warmth. Amy loves waking up with Rory next to her, because he's warm and soft, and there's always the option of sleepy morning sex. ]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Wait a minute. Soft? ]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Cue opening of eyes and staring. Then cue a mental check down of a list of... did I get drunk last night? Did I pick up anyone? Did anyone pick me up in a bar? No, no, and no. ]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Well. [ Okay, this isn't a dream, is it? Amy shakes her head slowly. ] Not that you're not kind of hot, but. What are you doing in my bed, and where's Rory?

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[patientnurse.livejournal.com]

Uuuuumm. I....don't actually know the answer to either of those questions. [No, something occurs to her.] Do you not...remember me? Is that the curse of the day? Sort of...convoluted, that...

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I've no idea who you are. And I wasn't drunk last night or anything, so that's not it.

[ Amy takes out her network device and calls Rory. ]

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[patientnurse.livejournal.com]

[Which makes his phone ring beside Norah on the bedside table, upon which she picks it up, looks at caller ID, and then looks at Amy.]

Amy, you're calling me.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

No. I'm calling Rory.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ A beat, and realisation begins to think in. ] I think it's a curse.

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[patientnurse.livejournal.com]

Has to be. [She raises her eyebrows at Amy and gives her a sort of amused, waiting expression.] Who's Rory, then?

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You are. I think. Only Rory's not a girl, usually.

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[patientnurse.livejournal.com]

Aaaaahhh...right. [Norah tugs at a strand of her hair.] Right. And I...tend to sleep over when I'm a man, do I?

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Well. This is surprisingly awkward. Amy shrugs, determined not to let it get to her. ] You live here. It this-- you really don't know any of this? I mean. We're married. Or Rory and me are. [ But Rory and this... girl are the same person, right? There's definitely a similarity. And the phone was a dead giveaway, too. ]

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[patientnurse.livejournal.com]

[Norah looks shellshocked a moment because, um....wow.]

O-oh.

[Okay, and now she is feeling kind of....jealous of...herself, she guesses.]

Sort of surprising, actually, I never thought you were the marrying kind.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Didn't think I was, either. [ Another shrug, but this time Amy's grinning, thinking of Rory and the wedding and everything that had happened before. ] I even ran away the night before our wedding. 'course, I was going to come back in time.

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[patientnurse.livejournal.com]

[Clearing her throat, Norah hesitates, and then says:] Well, congratulations, I guess? Though if I...or, he...? I don't really know what to say here. [She looks around.] This is...probably a different flat, actually, and I am stuck in my pajamas.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

There's probably.. well, you could borrow some of my clothes?