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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-22 09:24 pm
oncewasroman) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-12-22 09:24 pm
A New Life...Again
WHO: Rory Williams
WHERE: Fountain
WHEN: Dec 22 -- Various Times
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: CLOSED
A. Door to Door
You may have been curling up to a good book you had just received from the Mysterious Gift Deliveries or maybe you were getting ready to go hunting, knife and snares ready to go. Whatever the case may be there is a knock at your door. It doesn't sound very urgent, though it is firm and insistent. Maybe you ignore it. Who could possibly need to see you right this second anyway? It's a village and they can just see you at the inn later. If you do ignore it, another knock will come, this time a little more insistent, urgent and loud. This time you may decide to actually get up and open the door.
Rory stands outside on the porch of a random house. He has no clue where, when, or why he's here. He's wearing unfamiliar navy blue scrubs and is soaking wet -- which probably tells the person answering the door exactly where he came from. He's shaking violently, but he doesn't look scared so much as exasperated by his current predicament. As soon as the door opens he gives a friendly wave, "Hello. I'm Rory. Sorry to bother you, but I seem to have taken an unexpected swim in your local fountain. Do you think you could spare a towel or...I dunno maybe let me in for a minute? It's really cold out here."
The water drips off of him onto the porch or steps of the house. He really hopes he picked a good person to talk to or otherwise this is going to be even more unpleasant than his initial arrival.
---
B. Later -- The Inn
Rory has the basics, or so he thinks, of his new predicament. He's not in New York City. He's not in the 1930s. He's still without his wife. One of these things is a problem, but not one he thinks he can solve. To be fair, he'd been without his wife for nearly a week by this point -- but still, it didn't feel right and he hadn't accepted it. Now he was arguably even more out of her reach than before.
Either way, it wasn't a problem he could solve. He needed to find something more productive to focus on. Keep himself busy so he didn't dwell on that fact. The inn, as he had been told, had a lot to offer in terms of interaction and information so he had elected to visit. He was actually grateful he had because there was food available -- hot, warm, fight-against-the-cold kind of food. He was extremely happy about that and was also happy to find that there was indeed people. More importantly though there was information. Rory needed that right now so he could try to figure out what all of this was.
So, if you weren't one of the lucky few who's door he banged down to get warm. Perhaps you would come across a young man staring at the various lists, maps, and charts on the walls of the inn. He might need to be reminded that his soup was getting cold...
---
C. Waiting at the Fountain
He was dry the second time he visited the fountain and now wearing proper winter clothes. Or, at the very least, the wool socks, coat, and layers provided in the bag he'd arrived with on his back. He stood a few feet away from the fountain, near one of the benches like he might be thinking of sitting but hadn't quite committed himself to it yet. He'd had warm food and good company, but there was still someone missing. Rory didn't have faith in a lot of things -- religion or the Doctor -- but there was one thing he felt he could rely on after all this time. He felt that he could rely on the fact that Amy would make her way to him.
Sure, it'd been over a week since that time in the graveyard when she'd vanished in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye. A week since he'd found himself, once again, in a past version of New York after having just seen a gravestone with his name on it. It hadn't taken long for him to put the pieces together or what had probably had happened and what that gravestone had meant. But still, that didn't mean he'd given up. He'd wait 2000 years once for Amy and she, in turn, had come back to him every single time. They'd done the impossible for each other over and over.
In his gut, Rory was of the belief that Amy would come for him here as well. Just because she hadn't shown up in 1930s New York City didn't mean she hadn't been trying. It wasn't like she could have gone up to the Angels and say "Send me to my husband right this instant."
Actually, no, he took that back, that was exactly something Amy would have done. Or something like it.
So despite the snow, the cold, and the impossible chances. Rory had decided to come back to the fountain and see what happened. He stared off into the distance and might not hear anyone else coming as he had a far away look on his face. It was a look that was equal parts sad and weary.
WHERE: Fountain
WHEN: Dec 22 -- Various Times
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: CLOSED
A. Door to Door
You may have been curling up to a good book you had just received from the Mysterious Gift Deliveries or maybe you were getting ready to go hunting, knife and snares ready to go. Whatever the case may be there is a knock at your door. It doesn't sound very urgent, though it is firm and insistent. Maybe you ignore it. Who could possibly need to see you right this second anyway? It's a village and they can just see you at the inn later. If you do ignore it, another knock will come, this time a little more insistent, urgent and loud. This time you may decide to actually get up and open the door.
Rory stands outside on the porch of a random house. He has no clue where, when, or why he's here. He's wearing unfamiliar navy blue scrubs and is soaking wet -- which probably tells the person answering the door exactly where he came from. He's shaking violently, but he doesn't look scared so much as exasperated by his current predicament. As soon as the door opens he gives a friendly wave, "Hello. I'm Rory. Sorry to bother you, but I seem to have taken an unexpected swim in your local fountain. Do you think you could spare a towel or...I dunno maybe let me in for a minute? It's really cold out here."
The water drips off of him onto the porch or steps of the house. He really hopes he picked a good person to talk to or otherwise this is going to be even more unpleasant than his initial arrival.
---
B. Later -- The Inn
Rory has the basics, or so he thinks, of his new predicament. He's not in New York City. He's not in the 1930s. He's still without his wife. One of these things is a problem, but not one he thinks he can solve. To be fair, he'd been without his wife for nearly a week by this point -- but still, it didn't feel right and he hadn't accepted it. Now he was arguably even more out of her reach than before.
Either way, it wasn't a problem he could solve. He needed to find something more productive to focus on. Keep himself busy so he didn't dwell on that fact. The inn, as he had been told, had a lot to offer in terms of interaction and information so he had elected to visit. He was actually grateful he had because there was food available -- hot, warm, fight-against-the-cold kind of food. He was extremely happy about that and was also happy to find that there was indeed people. More importantly though there was information. Rory needed that right now so he could try to figure out what all of this was.
So, if you weren't one of the lucky few who's door he banged down to get warm. Perhaps you would come across a young man staring at the various lists, maps, and charts on the walls of the inn. He might need to be reminded that his soup was getting cold...
---
C. Waiting at the Fountain
He was dry the second time he visited the fountain and now wearing proper winter clothes. Or, at the very least, the wool socks, coat, and layers provided in the bag he'd arrived with on his back. He stood a few feet away from the fountain, near one of the benches like he might be thinking of sitting but hadn't quite committed himself to it yet. He'd had warm food and good company, but there was still someone missing. Rory didn't have faith in a lot of things -- religion or the Doctor -- but there was one thing he felt he could rely on after all this time. He felt that he could rely on the fact that Amy would make her way to him.
Sure, it'd been over a week since that time in the graveyard when she'd vanished in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye. A week since he'd found himself, once again, in a past version of New York after having just seen a gravestone with his name on it. It hadn't taken long for him to put the pieces together or what had probably had happened and what that gravestone had meant. But still, that didn't mean he'd given up. He'd wait 2000 years once for Amy and she, in turn, had come back to him every single time. They'd done the impossible for each other over and over.
In his gut, Rory was of the belief that Amy would come for him here as well. Just because she hadn't shown up in 1930s New York City didn't mean she hadn't been trying. It wasn't like she could have gone up to the Angels and say "Send me to my husband right this instant."
Actually, no, he took that back, that was exactly something Amy would have done. Or something like it.
So despite the snow, the cold, and the impossible chances. Rory had decided to come back to the fountain and see what happened. He stared off into the distance and might not hear anyone else coming as he had a far away look on his face. It was a look that was equal parts sad and weary.
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"Yesterday," he admitted. He'd managed to find a place to sleep and had even managed a few hours before deciding to get back out here and properly dressed this time as well. "It's not so bad if you've got a coat and you aren't soaking wet," he said, nodding towards the fountain. After yesterday he really didn't want another person worrying about him.
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"My name is Helen, by the way. Helen Magnus. I found my way to our lovely little prison a few months ago. It was warmer then, at least, but no less frustrating."
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He's rambling so he trails off. Might as well confirm first.
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"And yes, I would appreciate all the help I could get on the medical front. Doctors, nurses. I would take any sort of field medic I could find. There hasn't been much in the way of injury or illness here, honestly, but that's a good thing. Supplies are limited."
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"It's good to meet you then...all things considered I mean," Rory said, once the pleasantries of introductions were past. "I guess that's good thing. Ravi mentioned that...though apparently there are random gifts occasionally."
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"I have been trying my best to make certain we have ways of dealing with minor maladies without relying on the fickle nature of our benefactors."
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"That sounds a little twisted," Rory said aloud and bluntly. Honestly that was probably a slight exaggeration, but he figured it got the point across nevertheless.
He nodded though, glad that at least some people were planning ahead. "Good. Medical emergencies aren't exactly something you can predict everything for...is there anything I can do to help with that?"
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Helen looked at the snowpack on the ground and sighed. "The massive amount of snow has made the latter very difficult."
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Helen found ways to keep herself busy, naturally, but it was still difficult to fill the hours from time to time.
"I'm happy to teach you what I know, though."