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sixthiterationlogs2017-01-04 03:48 pm
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WHO: Amy Pond
WHERE: Outside the Williams Estate
WHEN: Late day January 4th
OPEN TO: Rory Williams
WARNINGS: Potential adult content
STATUS: Open
It's the blue of the house that gets Amy's attention. Brand new, ancient, borrowed, so beautifully blue and for the briefest of moments when she'd caught the glimpse, she'd thought that just maybe, maybe, it was the TARDIS and the Doctor just got the chameleon circuit working again was all. Trust him to take more than a decade to fix something that River could've worked out in a week. When she gets close enough, she can see that it's just a house with a very familiar shade of paint. Still, if there's going to be a house here, any house, with Rory in it, then it's going to be this one. She knows it down in her gut, can feel it with every beat of her heart. Still, there's way too many ways for this to go wrong, which is roughly the time that Amy shuts her brain off so that she's working on pure fumes and stubborn willpower to charge forward, standing at the door before pounding on it with no gentle lightness at all. This is important, whoever's in this house is going to hear her, so help her God.
"Rory Williams!" she shouts, stepping back to boom at the windows. "I know you're here, they told me that you were here. How could anyone miss a stringbean with that nose!" she keeps going, as maniacally determined as ever, using it to mask the worry that she's been lied to and Rory isn't actually there. Please be here, Rory, please, please be here, Amy mentally chants to herself again and again.
It's supposed to be together or not at all. She just never counted on the latter being any kind of real possibility.
WHERE: Outside the Williams Estate
WHEN: Late day January 4th
OPEN TO: Rory Williams
WARNINGS: Potential adult content
STATUS: Open
It's the blue of the house that gets Amy's attention. Brand new, ancient, borrowed, so beautifully blue and for the briefest of moments when she'd caught the glimpse, she'd thought that just maybe, maybe, it was the TARDIS and the Doctor just got the chameleon circuit working again was all. Trust him to take more than a decade to fix something that River could've worked out in a week. When she gets close enough, she can see that it's just a house with a very familiar shade of paint. Still, if there's going to be a house here, any house, with Rory in it, then it's going to be this one. She knows it down in her gut, can feel it with every beat of her heart. Still, there's way too many ways for this to go wrong, which is roughly the time that Amy shuts her brain off so that she's working on pure fumes and stubborn willpower to charge forward, standing at the door before pounding on it with no gentle lightness at all. This is important, whoever's in this house is going to hear her, so help her God.
"Rory Williams!" she shouts, stepping back to boom at the windows. "I know you're here, they told me that you were here. How could anyone miss a stringbean with that nose!" she keeps going, as maniacally determined as ever, using it to mask the worry that she's been lied to and Rory isn't actually there. Please be here, Rory, please, please be here, Amy mentally chants to herself again and again.
It's supposed to be together or not at all. She just never counted on the latter being any kind of real possibility.