[welp, it's time for Amy Pond to face the music. Rory's gone from Vertiline. And that means she has to move into her own assigned pod, because once she leaves his she'll never be able to get back in ( Read more... )

Roryyyyyy... it's Amy. Pick up?

[Amy is pacing back and forth across the living area of Rory's pod. He wasn't there when she woke up this morning, and his capybara seems to be missing. Maybe he's gone out for a walk with it, for the fresh air, even though he doesn't really need it--but there's a weird feeling in the pit of Amy's stomach and she ( Read more... )

Hi, um, fellow... Called. If I wanted to get some leather to make myself a belt with--does anyone know where to go for that?

Wait. We just had a big bonfire party to celebrate spring, and now it's snowing? Is this some kind of weird April Fool's joke?

[a very annoyed, disgusted-sounding Scottish voice makes itself heard over the communicators]

Just to save everyone else the trouble? Don't try to eat those cake biscuit... things. They taste like two hundred percent salt.

[okay, so the statues DIDN'T turn out to be Weeping Angels. But the thought that they might have been freaked the hell out of Amy, and it's only after it's all over that she realizes... she never really got to tell Rory about what happened before she and the Doctor came to get him from his stag party. So she's sitting cross-legged in the middle of ( Read more... )

The sleep that Amy falls into, curled against Rory and the both of them tangled in blankets on her sitting room floor, is possibly the deepest sleep she's ever had. It's deep enough that she doesn't dream, isn't even aware of time passing in that vague way that one usually has while sleeping. She's so exhausted, physically and emotionally, that ( Read more... )

[have a contemplative Scottish voice speaking into the comm. Amy's laid out on the bed in Rory's pod (which she is, for all intents and purposes, living in), looking up at the ceiling with the hand holding her comm resting on her chest]I feel like I've been on honeymoon. A really weird, rainy, not-on-Earth honeymoon, staying in a giant artichoke ( Read more... )

Today has been a good birthday, Amy thinks to herself. It began with Aunt Sharon announcing that, now that Amy is finally old enough to look after herself (an announcement that had been greeted with a very healthy eye-roll where the older woman couldn't see it), she plans to get her own place in Gloucester and leave the big old house to Amy. As far ( Read more... )

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