Rory Williams

[Rory does his slightly embarrassed sort of half wave at the camera.]

Hey. I just got off work and I've...a sort of strange feeling I've been missing something rather major. [He looks halfway amused and lets the camera drift over each of his shoulders, where there are approximately five million people milling about. Approximately.] Amy, I probably won't be home for a while. Though if today's what I think it is, I doubt you're home either. If anyone happens to be looking for me, anyway...I'm here.

[There's video of dark walls through a train window. The Underground, moving past. Rory's voice comes from behind the camera. He sounds, perhaps, very slightly upset.]

Soooo....that's all the Underground, right? Nothing else there? Nothing else you can...see outside? Anybody who's watching?

[Camera flipped about to show Rory's face, bits of the Express visible behind him. He's clearly trying to not look upset. Look stoic. It's not entirely working.]

I guess I can just...check the Network myself, after and see if it shows up on video.

[Around, and a bit more video of out the windows. And then he shuts it off.]


[ooc: Backdated to when they were still on the train. Rory's seeing visions of apocalyptic Earth. So. Much...as...usual, really, but he's still upset. Action for anyone on the train, if you want!]

[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.]