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[too_fairytale]

[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

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[fallintheriver]

Why do you need a doctor to get home?

[too_fairytale]

Not a doctor, the Doctor. He's got a--spaceship.

[fallintheriver]

Wait. Space, like planets and stars?

[too_fairytale]

Is there another kind of space?

[missmimmi]

[Ping]

Wedding?

[too_fairytale]

[this is a little weird. It's like talking over a space walkie-talkie]

Yeah, wedding. I'm supposed to be getting married in the morning.

[missmimmi]

Well! It could still happen. Perhaps not tomorrow, of course, because of the short notice. But! It could still be manageable.

[too_fairytale]

[...there's a thought. Getting married here? But... wouldn't that be caving in to the idea that they'd be trapped here for a long time? And could they still get married when Rory doesn't even exist anymore?

Fuck, she hadn't even thought of THAT until just now]

I... guess it could be...

[pimp_hat]

If jah be needin' a doctuh so bad can't jah find one here?

[too_fairytale]

[now that is one weird accent]

Not just any doctor, the Doctor.

[pimp_hat]

[Yours ain't any better lady.]

Right, and what just be makin' da doctuh so special dat ones here ain't be good 'nuff?

[too_fairytale]

[hey, it's a little comforting, learning she won't be the only person with an off-kilter accent]

Does any of the doctors here have a ship that can travel in space and time?

[talkingfishbone]

...

[HE'S NOT SURE THAT WORD MEANS WHAT YOU THINK IT MEANS, but he's also a Viking, so.]

Uhh...congratulations? On your...marriage that may or may not happen.

May I ask what a doctor has to do with you being home for the wedding?

[too_fairytale]

[WHAT WORD. Amy chuckles quietly]

Thanks. The Doctor, he's my friend that I was traveling with--he was supposed to take me home before my wedding.

threadjacking like yeah!

[trusttheplastic]

[Rory is sitting on the couch in the pod, exploring his communicator a little bit, reading up on happenings. But here he decides to interject.]

Our wedding, actually.

[It's not a possessive tone, much more flirtatious than that. He smiles across the room at Amy as he speaks. Yeah, that honeymoon thing isn't over. Even if it hasn't technically started.]

threadjack away my friend!

[too_fairytale]

[Amy shoots her eyes over at him when he speaks, and smiles back just as flirtatiously, but doesn't get up--she rather likes the little bed cubby in the pods, she's decided, when you rotate it away from the door it's sort of like being in a comfortable, snuggly pod-inside-a-pod. It gets bonus points for being a bed you can't accidentally roll off of, too]

Our wedding. Right.

[shineonwater]

A doctor?

Are you hurt?

[too_fairytale]

Hurt?

[Huh what. Then it belatedly strikes her that The Definitive Article wouldn't exactly carry over audio unless you already knew who she was talking about]

No, I'm not hurt. And the Doctor is... my friend.

[shineonwater]

Oh, that's good to hear. That you're not hurt, I mean. I don't think I've met any doctors here.

[Obviously; the other woman already said that her friend was not here. But now, Aqua is curious.]

Was he with you when you were summoned?

[too_fairytale]

[good question. Had the Doctor been the one to open the Pandorica?]

I--I don't know. Maybe.