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strike me down

WHO: Amy Pond
WHERE: Outside the Mill
WHEN: February 13th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Temporary confusion due to lightning & unconsciousness
STATUS: Open

"Doctor?"

Something's happened to her, something that hurts and is making everything fuzzy. Amy stares up at the sky from where she's lying on the ground, not sure why it feels like she's coming around from a nap, her body covered in dirt except for her right arm, which has a strange pattern by the shoulder, like little tree limbs stretching out from her neck down her arm. It hurts to move, but the worst is that everything is fuzzy.

"Rory?" she ekes out, trying to sit up as she stares around her, panic beginning to well. She's not entirely sure what's going on, but she's not in her clothes, her ring is missing, and she's not sure how she got these marks on her arms. For a brief moment of panic, Amy's hands fly down to her midsection and she wonders if they've got her at Demon's Run, still, if all that time in between was just some sort of dream...

"Rory!" she shouts, a little louder, more panicked. "Doctor, where are you?" Her head is splitting and she's covered in dirt on the ground in what looks like an old little village? She knows it, though, why does she know it? Rubbing a hand to the side of her head, Amy tries to sit up, but she keeps her eyes closed because everything aches so badly.

Did she get knocked out? Why does she remember a bright flash and then nothing?

Wait. Did she get struck by lightning? Does that actually happen to people? Amy manages to get to her feet, stubbornly trying to keep her balance, but she's still a bit dizzy and ends up stumbling towards the nearest building, pressing a hand to it and rubbing at the mark on her neck, grimacing at how bad it looks as she wonders if this'll be permanent. Right, she decides, she's clearly got something wrong with her, which means she needs some medical help and maybe something strong to drink.

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Amy's head is pounding, but she's a little worried about falling asleep with things so muddled. Her memory is usually so good, but her life is a confusing thing filled with complex timelines, alternate universes, and might-have-beens. "Can you tell me about you?" she suggests. "I need to stay awake, I need to stay awake until things sort of settle down."

She needs to make sure that things are right in her head. Otherwise, she worries about something being off and not clicking back into place. "Keep me awake, and all."

Moana nodded her head. "What do you want to know? Um..." She made a face as she spoke. "I'm from an island called Motunui. My father is the village chief. It's a very small island but it's always warm." She decided to just start talking and see if that helped. "We get everything we need from the island. There are coconut trees and we fish in the reef. There are also a lot of fruit, chickens and pigs. I have two pets. Heihei is a chicken." Not the smartest chicken but Moana loved her anyway. "Pau is a pig."

She didn't know why Amy wanted or needed to stay awake and after a bit she thought it was worth asking. "Why are you scared to fall asleep?" Moana had fallen asleep after she'd gotten hit but that had been after Jyn got her to safety.

Amy lets it all wash over her, trying to pretend that she can be whisked away in the TARDIS to go visit the island instead of just sitting here hearing about it, but at least she's not having to hear about some sad little town in England. "I don't want to fall asleep and lose track of things in my head," she admits, breathing in and out slowly. "My life is...complicated," she says, which is possibly the biggest understatement of her lifetime.

"If I go to sleep and it all gets jumbled up, I don't want to lose anything. It's happened before, I can't do that again." Especially not when Rory is the only thing keeping her sane here.

Moana's life walk relatively simple but she could understand conflicts and complications. There was always things about life that made it complicated or difficult. It was moments like this that Moana wondered what her grandmother might say. She always had the best advice.

"It's happened before?" Her brows furrowed as Moana's concern rose. "What happened? Or do you want me to keep talking about my island?"

"Me and memories have a bit of a rocky history," is Amy's wry explanation, which is the easiest way to explain it without going into details about how a crack in her wall starting feeding off her life and robbing Amy of the people in it, until she couldn't even remember that they existed. Gone, just gone. She doesn't want to lose any of that, not again.

"Keep me up," she insists firmly. "Tell me whatever you can."

Moana's expression softened when she realized what she wanted to tell Amy.

"I'll tell you my favorite legend. It's is about the goddess Te Fiti. She was able to grant life to the islands of the world. Her heart was stolen by the demigod Maui. Who was known as a shape shift, master of earth and sky, and also very devious. As Maui made his escape, he was attacked by the lava demon Te Kā, causing the heart to become lost in the ocean. No one has seen Maui or the heart since." She looked up at the sky as she continued, her voice distant as if falling into a memory. "My grandmother told me that when the heart was stolen, darkness began to cover the world. One by one the darkness stole the life from the surrounding islands. She would tell me that the darkness would continue to spread. She said that someone will find the heart of Te Fiti, find Maui and make him return what he'd stolen."

Moana looked over at Amy. "That person would be chosen by the ocean and they'd sail across the world to put it back in its place." Talking about the ocean always made Moana sound a little dreamy.

"Sounds like a bit of a hassle," she grumbles, but she knows that she's gone to further lengths for lesser things, especially if her family is involved. She'd watched Rory go to the ends of the universe for her and she knows that she'd do the same. Again and again, she would do the same. "How d'you find a lost heart?" she asks, treating it not as a silly story, but as an actual real life thing. She's seen much stranger, honestly, and a lost heart because of a demon seems fairly mild in comparison.

Moana shrugged in reply to Amy's comment. She'd do it if it means saving her family but as far as she knew, it was only a legend. Something that has been passed down for over a thousand years.

"I didn't. No one has. It's just a legend passed down through my people." Moana had yet to find anything indicating that it was real. "I used to dream that the water was my friend and it'd play with me when I was little." But that had only been a dream... right?

"Legends usually mean that once, it used to be a story," she feels compelled to point out, because she's been able to see so many legends over her lifetime with the Doctor and Rory, all those stories and things that just shouldn't have existed, only they did, and she got to see it. "Just because no one's managed to see it yet doesn't mean you won't."

She closes her eyes, head pounding. "What if it wasn't all a dream?"

"I know." She rolled her shoulders a bit. "My grandmother believes." Moana was inclined to believe her grandmother, despite the fact that the people called her the village crazy lady. She respected her grandmother and knew that the older woman was very wise.

"I don't know. How would you check?"

"If it were me, I'd get my boys, I'd get my ship, and we'd go off searching after clues to see if there's any sort of truth in it. If there is, you get to find something that no one's ever found before," Amy raves, "and if not, you still get a pretty good adventure. Usually, when it's disappointing, we go for chips after, or have fish fingers and custard," she shares with a fond grin, thinking of their little routines ingrained in her life from such a young age.

"It's a little more complicated than that." Moana frowned a bit. "I want to go. I want to see what's beyond the reef." There was passion and desire that seeped into Moana's voice. It was a feeling that Amy has probably experienced herself.

"I'd disappoint my father if I left... we all have our roles on my island. Everyone is looking to me."

See, that's where it's different for Amy. Amy, who never even had parents for most of her life thanks to a memory and person sucking light from a crack in her bedroom wall. By the time she got her parents back, there wasn't really a deep emotional connection. She loved them, of course, and all, but it's hard getting past that. In some ways, she'd always felt closer to Rory's family, because as far as she knew, they'd always been around.

"What if you asked him?" Amy points out. "Sort of a temporary reprieve?"

Moana shrugged, her expression falling into a familiar frustrated scowl. "Do you think I haven't tried. He won't listen to anything I say." She began to pace in front of Amy, her arms moving at her sides as she spoke. "But no, it's always for the village and be happy where you are. I get it. People are depending on me but I don't see what's wrong with going out to sea. We have no fish! They're somehow no fish inside the reef. I didn't saw I want to go out there to be on the ocean."

She paused, realizing that she was ranting like she had with her mother. She remembered what she had said, that her father understood her and knew the dangers of the ocean but Moana couldn't see it that way.

"Nothing I do will get through to him."

"See, that's when I stop listening," Amy says, sitting herself up just a little so that she can offer her sage advice, not that she's ever been a well-adjusted person, as the psychiatrists in her life can attest to. "If someone pushes and tells me I can't do something, it's a guarantee that I'm just going to fight a lot harder to get to do it," she promises, and even though she understands that Moana has different responsibilities than her, it's not something that she thinks should be let go, either.

"Maybe you ought to stop saying and start doing," she says gently. "Better to ask forgiveness than permission, sometimes."

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