Rory Williams

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.]

I still remember it. Most of it. It didn’t go away after everything came back. And, yes, I know I’m being cryptic, but that’s on purpose because I actually really don’t want to talk about this but I don’t think I can stop talking until I do. Properly. Which is typical.

( Cut for Doctor Who S5 spoilers )

[The video switches on with a thudding noise. Rory's device has slipped out of his pocket because of the angle he's crouched at. He's in a tree, apparently, as needles of the conifer he's in are visible around the edges of the device. In the camera's view is a peaceful-looking panorama, with various feathery dinosaurs in their nesting ground. The illusion of peace is shattered abruptly as a jaw snaps near the camera, and Rory makes a quiet sort of 'aaaaaa' noise from above. The beady-eyed, feathery face of an angry Utahraptor bobs in and out of view. Beyond it, it's soon evident that the Doctor and Amy are trying their best to sneak about the nests.]

PLEASE hurry up! [Rory yells this, sounding a bit desperate.

Amy, barely visible at the edge of the video, turns and shouts back.] This one's all regular eggs.

[She darts away from the nest and towards the next one. The Doctor's coat appears in the corner and then disappears as he runs to another nest.]

This one too!

[At this point the yelling from Amy and the Doctor is starting to draw the attention of the raptors and they're starting to turn about.]

No! Hey! Over here! Look...up....here...

[Rory starts throwing pinecones at the raptors which utterly fails to draw their attention at all.]

Oh....god...

[The second bit is only heard because of how close he is to the camera, and is apparently because he's edged down the tree to try and prod one of them with a branch to no effect.

And then he just kicks it in the head and climbs up like a maniac, although not fast enough to avoid the raptor biting into and confusedly tearing off half a leg of his jeans. Which, at the very least, is a weird enough noise to draw back the attention of most of the other ones.]

I got one! [A triumphant shout from Amy. The little red blop at the edge of the video representing her bops down as she picks up the egg and then turns... and sees the oncoming raptors, the ones not sufficiently distracted by Rory kicking one of them in the head.]

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

[And she's off running towards a certain blue box standing innocently in between the nests. The Doctor shows up in better view, attempting to get to Amy so he can check the egg. This is interrupted when he follows her gaze to the raptors, at which point he takes off following her back to the box.]

Come on, Rory!

[There is a pause, filled only with the snarling and snapping of dinosaurs. And then it's interrupted by Rory yelling, almost a wail.]

HOW!?

[And then a dinosaur EATS the device.]


[ooc: The Doctor, Amy, Rory.]

[The video flips on. It's one being taken secretly of Amy, eating lunch at a kitchen table, reading a magazine and laughing about something she's found in it. Rory speaks quietly from behind the camera.]

I am so, SO glad I'm not cursed today.

[He's quiet then, for a bit, just filming Amy.]

Congratulations to everyone who is, of course. Or...I'm sorry, whichever...sentiment you'd prefer, I guess.

[At which point, Amy looks up because Rory is talking, notices the camera, and then gives him a sort of 'Are you actually filming me, I can't believe you're doing that, not that I mind all that much, but really?' It's a very loaded expression. There's a pause, and then the video shuts off.]


[ooc: Backdated to lunchtime, i.e. before my dad turned off the internet without telling me.]

[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!]

[Forgive Rory, this is going to be a little bit Blair Witch. The camera's right up to his face for a bit--wow, screen full of nose--and then he fixes it, pulls it a bit away. He's breathing heavily, and trying to keep an eye on the camera and off beside him at the same time, and when he speaks, he's trying to keep his voice low.]

There...iiiis...a minotaur after me, a minotaur and a...thing. A goblin or something.

[The camera shakes a bit as he turns it to try and film along the wall beside him, the wall he's pressed up against, maaaybe to go around the edge, show around the corner...

And then a brief glimpse of the beasts, sniffing about, before they look straight at the camera, and the minotaur bellows.]

Shit!

[The video goes flailing, wild, Rory is off running again.

Sudden glimpses of narrow streets around him

and the goblin-thing, coming up towards him, hands reaching out toward the camera

and then bits of the city

the ground

up at Rory, from under his chin, he's tripped and he's pushing himself up again

alleyway

sky through the tops of buildings

and then a door, about halfway into frame on an angle, door opens, Rory hustles in and slams it behind him, up some stairs, down a hall, and then he slides down against the wall there, panting, trying to fumble the camera back to face him. He has a bit of trouble framing the words.]

So...what are they? Are they always here? What does this city have against me handing in my CV?! Because it's done this twice, now! I mean, the first time, it was a giant purple dog, and this time it's...those things. I know it's unprofessional, but is there a hospital email I can send it to? Because this is kind of ridiculous.

[A sound off to the side and Rory looks, and then gapes.]

How'd you--!

[His shoulders fall briefly in defeat, and then he scrambles to his feet and runs off again, ending the video with a thumb as he does so.]