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[waitsforever]

I’m all open-eyedAnd I need surpriseMy hands feel like wiresMy fingers rustI justify my Thoughts of Flight

And run to a space on the horizon
And there make a bed for us to lie on

Caught in tumbles
My oh my
To my surprise

Another canvas
Another slate
It’s my mistake, I just needed

So I’ll run to a space on the horizon
And there make a bed for us to lie on
We won’t describe
Even though we will try
What it’s like to be smiling in open air

My skin grows over
My mistakes
And I just can’t wait

The first few seconds
Disintegrate
Into a state of joy

So I’ll run to a space on the horizon
And there make a bed for us to lie on
We won’t describe
Even though we will try
What it’s like to be smiling in open air

One more day of perfect terror
Close my eyes and I’m still there
Wrapped in water

My eyes explode with all this light
My days just melt into the nights
And I can hear a symphony
Of perfect crystal melody
And I just can’t stop smiling at you
I just can’t stop smiling

Can every time I breathe in
Be every time you breathe out?
Could every time I breathe in
Be every time you breathe out?


[ Amy blinks, opening her mouth and closing it again, settling on a grin instead. ] Of course you'd end up cursed the minute we get back here. Of course. And I just jinxed myself, didn't I? Did I jinx myself?

[ And then something much more important crosses her mind, and ignoring Rory's singing, she speaks directly into the device. ] Doctor, you're still here right?


[ooc: Rory's cursed with Sing and Shout today! He'll be singing songs from Arthur Darvill's actual RL band because I couldn't resist.]

Comments

[stopbleepingme.livejournal.com]

[ Does she look kind of nervous? Donna's having something of-- a day. Still! She needs to talk to them! They...need. Discussion type things! Also there's a llamaface in the view, as well. ]

Hello! I'm Donna. Donna Noble. You probably don't know me, but uh, I know the Doctor. He's still here, yeah, but it's one of those cursey weekends.



Yeah, so. Welcome back? Oh, and lovely song, very moving.

[Video]

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

[Have a little girl waving vigorously at you. She's wearing an adult sized tee shirt for a dress with a tie that looks suspiciously like the Doctor's for a belt. She's got a water gun in one hand and a huge smile on her face.]

Rory! Amy! You're back! Want to go shoot cybermen and Daleks with us?

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

RORY! AMY! You're back! Where are you? I've got a spare gun so you'll have to share. What are you singing?

[ action ]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're so cursed.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

We're at our place. Rory's cursed-- and you're tiny again, look at you! Were we gone for long?

What do we need the gun for?

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

I think I like his curse more than mine.

Rose and I are protecting the City from aliens!

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Are there very many aliens the City needs protection from?

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

You'd be surprised! I already ran out of ammunition twice today! [What he's not saying is that the 'ammunition' is blue kool-aide and that half the reason he's run out is because he keeps getting thirsty and shooting himself in the face for a drink.]

It helps when you also pretend a little.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Did you now? What are ye pretending? That there's more aliens than there actually is?

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

Well, mostly that there are any at all. But it's still fun!

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

I used to do that when I was little, pretend to save the world with you. Rory was you.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

A spare gun? Are we under attack? What's going on? I...don't know what I'm singing.

[Video]

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

How...you...hi? Have...I forgotten you? Sorry for that.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I'm Rory, and, thanks.... The Doctor's cursed young? [Paaauuuuse. And then a slight smile.] Is it really that much of a difference?

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[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry. I'm Rose. Just little today.

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Oh. Sorry. I'm Rose. Just little today. <small.[She doesn't really appear to be upset by the fact that he doesn't know her.]</small>

[stopbleepingme.livejournal.com]

[ Well, she can't help but laugh back a little. ]

Honestly, no. He's still rather ridiculous. Just though maybe you two might want to know, is all.