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N A U G H T Y

• Ran away the night before her wedding with another man the Doctor
  
• Didn't appreciate Rory for the longest time
  
• Bit three psychiatrists. Repeatedly.
  
• Lost Melody
  
• Kissed the Doctor. Twice.
  
• Begrudges Rose her happiness with both "her" Doctors while she's still missing Eleven
  
• Forgot the Doctor. Twice. In one week.
  
• Mentioned sex to ( Read more... )

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[ This is Amy, peering at the camera, looking far more serious than usual. ] Okay. Those statutes? They're called Weeping Angels, and they'll kill you if they get to you. Here's what you do ( Read more... )

[ It is evening now. The last fury of the sun is fading in the western sky where it had before stood as a red pillar, a column to hold up the dome of the sky, or like the staunched blood of a wound spread in the shape of itself across the bandage meant to hold it within. But the last fire of the sunset has dimmed now and the evening light has ( Read more... )

[ Amy is sitting on the couch, a small, obviously hand-made replica of the TARDIS in her hands. She's staring down at it with a frown on her face. ]

I feel that I should know what this is, but-- I don't remember.

First I thought it was kind of cool, y'know. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves an' such, but now it's dragging on a bit, isn't it. So, I've got stakes, a crossbow and salt, and I've read up on exorcisms. Just in case.

Not that I'm going to exorcise Rory, I don' think. Though it's a bit of a downer, having a ghost as a husband.

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[ This is Amy, grinning at the camera. ] So first my hair turned green, and then Lady Gaga sucked all the colours out of the City and had a stand-down with Michael Jackson and now it's getting crowded.

Say whatever y'want, but at least it's not getting boring here.

[ ooc; Anything goes. ]

Hey. So this is a curse, yeah? I don' know, I think it kinda suits me, actually. Doctor, Rory, what d'you think? Not bad, right?

And if it isn't a curse and someone put hair dye in my shampoo, I gotta tell you. My revenge will be sweet.

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[ The video shows a young woman dressed like this. In one hand she has a notepad scribbled full of notes, in the other she holds the device and speaks into it from a distance, almost absent-minded. ]Rory, dear, when's dinner going to be? I finished covering that rock'n'roll concert I was telling you about. I think rock'n'roll 's really going to ( Read more... )