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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.
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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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Rory blinked at the sudden change in topic. He should be used to that, but this place is still too new. "N-no," he considered how best to answer the fourth question, "I was walking towards Central Park, going about my usual routine." He decided not to add that 1. it was historical New York and 2. that his "routine" was going to the park to find Amy before visiting the site of the graveyard where he might also find his wife -- depending on when she ever arrived. He'd been doing that about a week now.
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"What's the usual routine?" he asks to fill the time as he waits, still doing his medical appraisal.
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"Well, I was still new to the," he paused, about to say 'time' but he figured he'd already bombarded Ravi with enough of that, "area and so mostly it's doing odd jobs until I can get some work as a nurse at one of the local hospitals. I like to go for walks in the park and around the city so I can be more familiar with it, since it was likely I was going to be there awhile."
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He considers how best to answer that question. "When I started it was at a small local hospital -- I mainly worked in the Emergency Unit but honestly it was where-ever they could use me. So I guess I'd be more classified as general practice."
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Luckily, he does still have experience, so it's not like he's completely out of his depths. "Any headache?" he asks, staring at his pupils. "Auditory events? Hallucinations? Feelings of soreness?"
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"No, no, no, and no," Rory replies curtly. It is probably true what they say about nurses making the worst patients.
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Kidnapping is still high on his list of potential explanations, but it would have to be one hell of a potent drug to get them all here and that doesn't explain the whole space and time aspect. He moves down to start checking Rory's reflexes, as if he might find something awry there, knowing that he's quickly running out of potential causes to test for.
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He then decides to try asking his own question, "Is that common for people who arrive?"
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It's stupidly, incredibly frustrating, but he's living with it. Against his will. "There's no physical evidence of foul play," he says, disappointed. He'd really been hoping to find something.
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He gives Ravi a look though when he detects the disappointment in his voice, "You know, usually that's a good thing."
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Except, that hasn't been the case here. Here? It's the Wild West.