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001 ▶ don't like this party or the sound
Oct. 15th, 2011 12:42 am[ 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.
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.
