Rory Williams

Hi. Sorry. Not in for work, again, because while Amy doesn't mind me using her for posting, I think it's a bit much dragging her with me to work. Unless there's an emergency. In which case I'll beg.

Is that fine?

Do you mind?

Cheers. Sorry. That was me asking Amy and. Yes. That's something that would be happening.

Anyway, as she said earlier, I'm a ghost. Not even a poltergeist, which would be useful because I could just...throw stuff about, but completely insubstantial. I get it...funny, how often have I nearly or actually died...lots.

It's really not that funny. It's actually getting kind of old.

Has anyone worked out how to actually reverse this yet? Because I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

[text/filtered to Amy]

Amy. We are NEVER doing that again. EVER.

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[audio/filtered to counsellors/CITs]

Is there anyone who can take over supervision of my campers for Swimming this afternoon? I'd really appreciate it.

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[Rory is sitting at his cabin's table in the lunchroom, half watching the kids, and half with his eye on his device for coordination. He looks uncomfortable.]


[ooc: Anyone who wants to be one of his kids, go ahead. As for what he's trying to hide....he has a poison ivy rash up his back, enough that it's difficult to explain. Yeah.]