Rory Williams

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.]

[There's a boy and a girl walking down the road, hand in hand. They're young - too young, really, to be out at this time. Just after the video clicks on, the girl lets go of the boy's hand and frowns at him.]

Rory. Why are you holding my hand?

[She looks around, then.] And where are we?

[The boy--Rory--looks around, and then does a bit of biting of his lip. He looks slightly like he might cry.]

I.......don't know. [He takes a few panicked breaths.] I don't think we should be outside, though. I think it's late. I think we need....I think we need to find an official building or something.

Don't be such a girl. [The girl shakes her head and holds her hand out to him again.] Let's go explore! That's what the Doctor would do, too.

B-but Amelia, it... [He reaches over and takes her hand.] It's different. We're not the Doctor.

[Amelia resolutely starts walking, pulling Rory along with her.] We could be like him, if you weren't always so scared. C'mon. If you want to find an official building, we have to look around anyways. So there.

[Rory follows along so that he can mostly stop himself from being dragged.] Do you know how we got here? Cos I can't remember anything at all.

Maybe we were kidnapped. [Amelia sounds more excited than scared by this prospect.] Or maybe the Doctor finally came back for me. Or maybe he's in trouble and needs our help!

[They walk around a corner and then Amelia lets out a squeal - that she'll later deny - and points. There's a blue box standing not too far away from them and Amelia lets go of Rory's hand and runs towards it. Over her shoulder, she shouts.] See, I told you he'd come back for me.

[For a moment, Rory just stares, and then he runs after Amelia.] Why'd he bring us here for, though? Why didn't he just come to your house again?

Dunno. [Amelia shrugs and knocks on the TARDIS door.] Doctor! Doctor!


[ooc: So today it is tiny!Rory and Amelia time. We'll be tagging with curse journals (raggedystand_in , prays2santa ).]

[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!]