Inadvertant voice; open

[rpondicus]

[First, have some muffled shouting, and pounding.]

-in there! Let me in! I need to see if there's a crack in your wall! Hello?

[Then, a beeping! And a startled sound, followed by a scrape of metal and cloth. Someone's just realized there's something in his pocket. Rory unearths the device, and stares at it for a moment, dumbfounded. It has been a

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[fallsoutofbox]

[Luckily the Doctor has time to prepare his response, because there is a whole lot of 'WHUT' going on at the other end of the line at first. Still, after a pause, a familiar - and smiling - face pops up on the screen.]

Hello! Hello, Rory Williams. Long time no see. Literally. Let's have a look at that plastic face, assuming you remember how to work one of these things.

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[rpondicus]

[A bit of button-pressing, because it has been a long time since he's done this, and he'll start with an extreme close-up, then gets the camera out to arm's length. He's in the armor again, since he's really, really not thinking about clothes, and his hair's rather on end.]

What did you do?

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[fallsoutofbox]

Me? I haven't done anything. Aside from acquire a very impressive hat collection, but I don't think that has anything to do with your current situation.

Now, first off, most important thing: don't worry about the Pandorica. She'll be fine. Second thing: where are you? I'll come and pick you up.

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[rpondicus]

It has something to do with you. Time works the way it's supposed to, when you're not around. I was in Paris three minute ago. This isn't Paris.

I'm... just a minute.

[He looks around for landmarks before remembering that they have streetsigns in this time. He's missed those. Have an intersection, Doc.]

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[fallsoutofbox]

Okay! On it. Stay put. Stay calm. Don't follow any crows.

[OOC: He's on his way~. Action or log? I'm fine with either.]

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[rpondicus]

... Why, what's wrong with crows?

((OOC: Actionspam's great.))

[Action]

[fallsoutofbox]

[Sorry Rory, he's hung up. Or possibly is participating in that other thread down there. In any case, it doesn't take terribly long before a cab - a regular old cab - pulls up to the curb. In the backseat is the Doctor wearing a stetson.]

[He thrusts open the door, not getting out of the cab, but leaning over so can get a better look at Rory.] There he is. Look at you! [He gives a short, gleeful laugh as he takes note of the Centurian outfit, then shoves the door open to its full width and settles back into his seat.] Alright solider, in you get.

[Although when Rory climbs into the backseat with him, he's not going to be able to keep from pulling him into a sudden hug.]

[Action forever]

[rpondicus]

[He does give the Stetson a good stare, leaning on the door frame, before getting in.]

Before we go, do- oh.

[Hello, hug. He actually... does hug him back, which is a surprise to himself and a bit awkward, with a back pat or two.]

[fallsoutofbox]

[Aaand hug complete. The Doctor pulls away and knocks on the partition that separates them from the driver.]

Back to the hostel.

[He leans back in the seat and grins over at Rory, being incredibly glad to do so... and then he remembers that, from Rory's perspective, this is probably still a disorienting experience. He blinks hard, the grin drops off.]

Oh! Right, yes, of course. It's all a bit -- confusing still, isn't it? Well, you got the general gist over the Network. I'll give it some time to sink in.

[rpondicus]

Hang on a minute, wait.

[Rory raises his voice long enough for the driver to hear him, patting for his pockets... no pockets in armor. He frowns and concentrates for a moment, and the armor melts, reforming into the day to day clothes of a member of Paris's comfortable middle class. Hello, long coat. Hello, pocket, and his little notebook, so he can scribble down the address of that building where he appeared.]

Sorry. Didn't want to lose it. I came out of the wall, right back there, and I couldn't get inside to see if there was a crack.

[fallsoutofbox]

[Eyebrows are raised at the melting clothes. He isn't surprised, but it's still a neat trick. He glances over his shoulder out the back window, toward the building.]

Ah. Yes, well. Good idea. Clever.

[rpondicus]

Thanks... I think.

I still have -no idea- what we're doing here.

[fallsoutofbox]

What are we doing here? Well. We are going back to the hostel to get you set up with a room. Or, no, perhaps you meant what are we doing here, in this general place.

Well, what is anyone doing anywhere? Just trying to get on. Or, more specifically, what is anyone doing when they're stuck anywhere? Trying to get out.

[rpondicus]

A hostel- No, Doctor, we can't stay here, Amy's alone.

[fallsoutofbox]

In an impenetrable box with its own life-support system. What did I say was the first thing?

...Anyhow, we have to stay here. For the moment, we haven't got a choice.

[rpondicus]

But she's alone. [Oh, the frustration! Oh, the humanity.]

Coming from you, Doctor, that's scary.