‿told a story bout a man

[ Phone: ]

Uh. Hello. I'm Rory, Rory Williams- I'm a nurse. Well, I mean, all the paperwork says I'm a doctor here but I'm actually a nurse, so. That's... not really the point. Just, you know, with all the snow it seemed like a good idea to remind everyone to dress for the weather if they're going out in it, and to be careful walking, because it's easy to hit ice and fall. I've seen a lot of really unpleasant bruising- and the occasional broken hip, which is a lot more difficult than it's made out to be. [ What, that pointed tone is not at all a hint to any bow-tie bearing aliens. ]

But- yeah, just be careful and try not to be out too long. Don't want anybody getting pneumonia. [ Ch- cheers. ]

[ Action: Yeah, okay, mister semi-buzzkill is totally out in this today on secondary option. Properly bundled, shoveling the walk at 1486 Kramden Road, carefully traversing the streets with his thermos of tea. God when did I start picking up such dorks. I mean. Bother at will. Entirely possible to get him to volunteer to shovel for you, entirely possible to hit with snowballs. ]

[ Action, Morning, 1486 Kramden Road: Rory Williams bears no particular fondness for waking up to an entirely different life than the one he last remembers having- especially when his yesterday just so happened to qualify as the best day of his life. In keeping a long story short, he will follow a sequence of events. First, fall out of bed without any semblance of dignity or grace, because this is not at all where he should be. Naturally, the next step is for Mister Brit to start walking through the house with a proper sense of terror and morbid curiosity, examining the 'family photos' as he goes. Anybody is free to run into him for really strained, confused conversation. Or it would possibly be after he's had things explained, depending on timeline shenanigans, not that he'll be all that much more chill in either case.

Panicking? No, not at all, not in any way, he's so incredibly relaxed in this house, it's really charming in fact.

It's all right if he just sort of. Picks up a phone and finds a safe-looking wall to sit against while he starts dialing numbers that won't work, right? Clearly space travel is to blame for this lack of inter-universal signal, too, DAMN IT WHAT GOOD IS THAT CELL PHONE EVEN DOING HIS WIFE. Open calls work, don't they--

Phone: ]

Right. This- this is completely impossible, ridiculously impossible, and... you know, I can't believe that I actually just said that. It shouldn't be possible for me to be able to say that about anything by now. [ And yet he is always the one saying that sort of thing. Time to get down to business. ]

Doctor. What did you do and where are we this time?

Amy, if you're here, too, which you probably are... [ Not. Not sure if it would be a good thing for you to be here, quite frankly, but he'll be damned if he doesn't ask after you anyway. It's just always what happens- the three of them stuck on some kind of creepy new adventure together. Plus, he's only human. He wants his wife, it's not a crime or anything 8I ] Just let me know when you hear this. If you're around to hear it. I'll come find you.