Rory Williams

[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.]

[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!]

The City is in a pandimensional nexus that somehow brings in people across the dimensions and times it has access to, which is all of them. Probably. People show up and leave fairly regularly without any apparent pattern. One of the guides (all of which I've printed out and stuck at the back, [Friar Carl p. 1]) says 'every other week' but I really haven't noticed that.

It doesn't have a name that anyone knows other than "The City", which, plus the other stuff, makes it sound like there are Time Lords involved. If there are, the Doctor either doesn't know about them, or he's not telling us, which are unfortunately equally likely scenarios. The actual nexus is bigger than the city in it, and includes a forest, a mountain, and an ocean that are reachable. Anything else in it is unknown due to a barrier surrounding the place in what is apparently a sort of dome shape, and possibly extends into a full sphere underground. I haven't asked about that yet, though.

The City centres around a Square, with most of the really important buildings in it. There are then 12 blocks of flats, all numbered, so that the City works something like a clock. [V p. 3] Building 12 is in the direction accepted as North in the City, but I haven't actually fiddled with a compass, yet, and I'm not even sure anything in here would correspond to magnetic north, like on Earth? There's essentially another City underneath the overground City that people call the Underground and is generally pretty big. Only when I first arrived, most of it had closed off, but I think it's gone back to normal, now.

Everyone gets a 'Network Device' when they arrive, which can look like a computer, or a tablet, or a phone, or occasionally it just fits itself into whatever device a person has on them when they show up. Like my Storm, which it actually added a button to the side of instead of just messing with the applications. Which could mean the City is just a bit backdated. The Network itself is essentially just the internet, only it's a lot smaller, due to only being formed by one city's input. Mostly, it's like a blogging network, with only a few sites. And no YouTube, which is actually more inconvenient than you think it's going to be, especially when you have a song stuck in your head.

About every two to three days, there are curses, which can change your mind or body, or your surroundings. Basically, anything can happen. They can last from one day, to three, to apparently a week. The Friar suggests having food and water on hand, presumably in case you get stuck inside, or would rather stay inside because of something awful happening outside, as well as clothing for the opposite sex (yourself, probably, curse-based), and a way to contact friends without thumbs (which sounds like a really inconvenient sort of curse) [Friar Carl p. 2]. Though, none of that matters, exactly, when I'm in the TARDIS, so I'd add a different note to keep in mind for curses, which is to have several notes for yourself around your home, explaining who you are, so that you might possibly think twice on a curse day when, for instance, you think you're a rapist. Possibly. Maybe a recorded message marked 'To Be Watched if People Are Acting Confused Around You At All'. Curses can generally be identified on the Network by devices mysteriously switching on. If someone's posted accidentally, it's either a curse or they've just arrived.

Dying is apparently impossible, sort of. You can actually physically die, but you'll always come back. At which point, you're called "City Dead" [Friar Carl, p. 3] and you're not quite alive anymore. Meaning that you CAN eat, drink and breathe but you don't have to, any injuries still heal, and you lose your heartbeat and a bit of your body temperature. Also, you can still die again. If you die at home, you can show up here, City Dead, but if you're City Dead, you can't go home.

There's a police force that enforces general sorts of...stereotypical laws, I think, so...probably murder isn't seen as all that great, or theft. But there's not actually...a real legal system? [Friar Carl, p. 5] Which probably doesn't make this place any more dangerous, really, because people who are going to break the law here are all going to do it anyway. And besides that, there's the fuzzy line of whether or not someone was cursed. Is someone really responsible for stealing if they were cursed to be a thief for the day? Basically, I don't fancy the job of anyone trying to make things a little more...lawful.

The City functions using the Gregorian calendar. And it's either actually synchronised with Amy and myself, or...about a year ahead, it's difficult to tell. TARDIS stuff. It still manages to take people from all sorts of time periods, so any synchronisation is probably pure coincidence.

Another bit that's just started up again, is the ticking. It comes from the Clock underground at the centre of the City. It's clearly relevant, as you can hear it wherever you are if you're alone, and it actually gets fiarly irritating, so it works like a sort of...socialisation device. But considering all the clock-related imagery here, there's clearly more to it than that. A lot of people seem to think that it's counting down to the end of time, but I don't think that's likely. Universes are probably always ending all over the place, and starting up again just as easily. None of that's synchronised. Or if it is, then....I'm sorry to all the other universes for what happened a few months ago. Anyway, if it's a countdown at all, it's more likely to be counting down the end of this place. And, alright, maybe this place is like a spoke in the wheel of...the multiverse and everything is going to fall apart once it's not here. But I think the multiverse is much more resilient than that.




The Deities

Locations

Events That Aren't Actually Curses

Curses

People in the City

Sources: Everyone I've talked to, for one, along with the guides of Elena, V, Lace[y], Light Yagami, and Friar Carl, and Riou's post on Exits.

I've sorted the curses by Aspects Affected to see if there's any pattern to what sorts are most likely. Mind is if the way a person is on the inside is affected. If someone thinks they hate someone else, or if they feel oddly obliged to post something on the Network, or do something else. Body is if something related to a person's physical...nature is affected. Like being turned into the opposite sex, or even your soul being physicalised as an animal. City is either when the City's environment is affected or if a device automatically posts something without the person knowing (not including accidental posts, it has to be the point of the curse).
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