sixthiterationlogs | the first face this face ever met (in a village)

WHO: Amy Pond
WHERE: Outside the Fountain / The Woods
WHEN: January 4th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Potential, incredibly likely yelling
STATUS: Open

(I)

In her last moments, she's not entirely sure what to expect. Will it hurt? Will she regret it? Will something happen that makes her take back her insistence that the Doctor blink for her? What if she doesn't end up in the same place as Rory, what if something goes wrong and she's stuck away from him and the Doctor forever? Then she doesn't have any time to think because when she opens her eyes, it turns out that the angel's sent her to the bottom of the bloody Hudson river. Thrashing her way up, Amy inhales air as deeply as she can, scrambling and hauling herself out of an icy fountain to find that not only has she been sent to the wrong place, but all her clothes are gone and they've gone and strapped something bulky on her back. Glancing at her surroundings to make sure no one's about to come out of the treeline with anything sharp, Amy takes her time shifting through the bag, peering at the long johns with a wrinkle of her nose.

"No thank you," she says, jamming them at the very bottom of her bag, shivering wildly as her hair starts to ice at the ends with the continued exposure to the cold, but that's in her periphery for her attention. She bundles up in her coat while scanning the area, wiping tears from her cheeks when she realizes that she's been crying since she got out of that stupid looking fountain. "Rory?" she tries, an echoing croak in a quiet space. Trust a weeping angel to muck everything up. Bundling herself a little tighter, Amy shoves everything back in her bag, glancing down to see a shade of green she doesn't even think she owns anything in, anymore, and hauls the bag over a shoulder as she sets out to find out where it is she's landed.

Apparently, judging from the buildings and the lack of anything like technology, there's a creeping fear that she's gone too far back. What did New York look like in the 1800's? The 1700's? Why isn't the Doctor here when she needs her? Why doesn't she know this sort of thing? Stubbornly readying herself, she starts in the direction of one of the paths, heart pounding wildly, as if she's going to turn around and there'll be an angel there, ready to take her life because it turns out she can't trust them after all and it's all just some elaborate, cruel trick. It's ten minutes before she sees someone, but when she does, she won't pretend that she doesn't flail and charge towards them.

"Hey!" she shouts, at the top of her lungs so that people in the neighbouring hemisphere would be just as likely to hear Amy as the person she's shouting at. "Stop right there and you tell me where Rory Williams is, or I swear to you, I will..." she presses her lips together and stares down at her boots, which are really tightly laced, so there goes taking that off and punting it at them. "I'll probably just shout some more, but I can be very cross. Because," she says, eyes blazing with determination, "I just lost my husband at least three times today and I am tired of tracking him down through time and space and I'm not leaving until I've got some answers!"

(II.)

The woods remind her of the forest on the ship, all those years ago when they were fleeing the angels. Those stupid weeping angels have been there for some of the worst parts of Amy's life, but she'd really thought that by making the choice to go back in time to find Rory had been the right one. The only trouble is that finding Rory is turning out to be more of a production than she'd expected.

She's been wandering around for hours now, with a quick stop in a few homes where someone had mentioned seeing someone that fit Rory's description, but with no idea where he might be. Once her hair had dried and she'd warmed up past the point of 'shivering her knickers off', Amy had gone for the woods. Maybe Rory's out here, trying to find a way out (trying to find a way to her). Maybe she'll find him and it'll have been barely a few seconds since he'd been stolen by the angel. Not likely, but whatever, sometimes miracles happen. After all, she helped reboot the universe with the Doctor in it, why shouldn't she be able to find Rory in a small little forest?

Out here, the snow is beautiful and untouched, but at the same time, that level of pristine nature also sends a chill down her spine. Hearing footsteps behind her, she tries to find something to defend herself, thinking that maybe she should have started with that, given that she ends up with a branch that looks more like a feather duster than a weapon, but it's something.

"I hope you're here to help," she warns as she turns, wielding out the branch, "or I'll...tickle you until it's really uncomfortable," she warns, and hopes that she can make that seem somehow frightening.

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"2018. 1936," she says, but frowns when she realizes that both of those years might not actually be accurate, trying to figure out the timeline of her own life is a hell of a thing and while the past is fairly certain, it's the future that sometimes, she kept having trouble narrowing down. "Might have been earlier," she says. After over a decade of travelling with the Doctor, calendars had been her best friend.

"It's a long story," she offers. "Okay, so, if angels haven't turned up here," she starts to strategize, "What about other things that don't look right? Big metal machines? Robots?"

Sam raises an eyebrow. He isn't sure what she means -- how do you get your years mixed up like that? Time travel? It wouldn't be so surprising in this place, but it still takes him by surprise. "Earlier than 2018 or earlier than 1936," he finally decides to ask.

Sam decides he won't press if she can't figure it out. It certainly sounds like her answer might cause more headaches than anything else. Besides, what does it matter if she's here now? "Hmm. Nothing high tech like that. There was some weird creature a month or so ago that was attacking livestock and eventually killed a woman who was here. She was attacked, ripped to shreds, and we went after it--but we haven't seen another one like that. That was also after months of being here without any kind of attack like that, so I'm pretty sure that wasn't behind it." The creature, from what the hunting party reported, hadn't been intelligent anyway.

Amy just stares at him blankly, figuring that it's better than giving the answer that she's just honestly not even sure anymore. She narrows her eyes when he describes the monster, though, and it does sound a little like something she might have seen before, but then, she also thought that most of the things that they'd seen had been well and defeated, stomped on by the Doctor and her and Rory.

"But since then, has anything been here?" she asks. "I mean, not attacks or anything, but anything strange? Something out of the ordinary? You know, aliens or such?"

He thinks of Thor and guesses some of the others might be -- though he doesn't actually know that. What's the difference between other worlds and aliens exactly? He isn't sure. Still, he doesn't think that's what Amy means -- clearly she's looking for evidence of hostile aliens. Beings responsible for bringing them here.

"Aside from people arriving in the fountain, nothing strange. There was a weird discovery in the cliffs shortly after the monster attack, but I can't really say it's aliens or not." He then explained to her the expedition to kill the monster and what they had found up there.

It's usually aliens, at least in her experience. Ghosts are just some form of science or another world bringing their technology to them sooner than they expected. "I've seen a lot of ranges of aliens that can do things you wouldn't expect," she says darkly, thinking about those stupid moments when she'd been a wooden doll running around trying to turn other things into dolls.

Not her best, honestly, if she has to choose.

"So it's all peace and quiet besides? Sounds boring," she says, not sure why that's disappointing. Maybe because without Rory, what's the point in a dull, slow life?

"I'm not saying that it isn't aliens -- I'm just saying it could just as easily be something else too," Sam said. Honestly, he'd heard a lot of different theories but aliens was certainly the one he felt was closest to what was going on.

Sam considered her statement, smirked, "Well, I think that's putting it a little mildly. You must be used to a lot of excitement then."

"It's been calmer, the last few years," she has to confess, because the periods between seeing the Doctor have stretched out longer than the times she and Rory had practically been living on the TARDIS, "but yeah, it's been a pretty amazing decade of adventure." Even when they don't leave the planet, it's amazing what all of time and the planet earth can show you, not to mention who you can meet.

"Most of what I've seen is usually technology or aliens or some weird mix," she admits, "but it definitely accounts for a lot of weird. Lots of danger, too, so I'd be good to keep that at bay for a while."

Sam nodded. Not at all surprised by her admission, though he had to admit that a decade is pretty impressive all things considered. "You have a lot of experience then. That could be helpful."

He decided he'd definitely be keeping an eye on Amy. If nothing else, she would have a good perspective that they didn't have already. "Well, I can attest for the danger here at least. You won't get too bored I don't think."

"I'm not sure how much unless someone's really cowed by a Scottish woman yelling at them," she says, as if that hasn't helped her out of nearly fifty percent of the situations she, Rory, and the Doctor find themselves in, because sometimes there really is nothing like the anger of a woman annoyed to get you out of a pinch.

"I've got to find Rory," is what she says, determined. "No matter what's going on here, that's still my first priority. If he's not here, I have to wait for him." It's what he'd do for her.

"That might get you further than you think," Sam said with a laugh, recalling his own encounter with the redhead. Actually, based on the fact that some people here knew Natasha so well he had a feeling the 'red head' part might go pretty far.

Sam watched her for a moment, not quite sure what to say to her. He felt for her, he did, but really what were the chances? "I'll keep an eye out too, if you think that'll help. He answers to Rory but what's this guy of yours look like?"

"You won't miss him," she promises, seeing as she doesn't think that anyone's ever looked at Rory and thought 'forgettable', but then again, she's also got years of thinking that he's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen under her belt. "Big nose," she says, drawing it out. "I don't just mean like, slightly, but the sort of nose you give nicknames about," she says, every single word brimming over with fondness and adoration. "Tall, bit of a string bean, and if he's having his way, probably in flannel and a vest. Bit Marty McFly," she paints the picture.

"Thanks," she offers, a touch belatedly and awkwardly, "you didn't have to help, but you did. I appreciate it."

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