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[waitsforever]

After the day with all the visitors, after the Doctor they know better--wait, James Eleven--after he's gone, that's the point Rory comes to Amy with what he knows. She needs to know if she didn't notice. She has a right to know, and Rory's not sure she'd have bothered noticing without him telling her.

So Rory seeks her out, and then stands beside her, wanting to lead in without ruining the experience of the last week, somehow, but still furious with the "deities" who run this place.

"Hey."

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[waitedforyears]

Amy's just browsing through the network as she usually does a couple times a day. It's like Facebook, vaguely addicting and good for wasting time.

She looks up from her device, though, and at Rory. "Hey back."

And then she frowns a little at him, because he doesn't look happy in the least. He looks angry, even, and it isn't often that Rory gets angry; certainly not angry enough for her to notice so easily, so quickly.

"What's up?"

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[waitsforever]

"Last week," says Rory. "The week where the City travelled about, and we travelled about, picking up random things. A deity posted at the very end of it, and-- ... Did you see it?" Start slow, he thinks. Make things make sense. Maybe she's already seen.

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[waitedforyears]

Amy shrugs. "I don't really look much at the stuff the deities say." Sometimes she does, when she's curious, but generally she doesn't think it's that important. At least that's what she tells herself - in reality, it might have more to do with the fact that she doesn't like to think too deeply about what's going on in this place.

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[iam_thebadwolf]

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[ridethecyclone]

[ Here Amy, have a blurry photo of the floor. ]

[ phone ] 2/2

[ridethecyclone]

[ Ring, ring. ]

[ phone ]

[waitedforyears]

[ What the--- why, Bucky. Why? ] Yeah?

[ phone ]

[ridethecyclone]

I need your help. [ Mild man panic. ]

[iam_thebadwolf]

Merry Christmas

[Amy gets a gift certificate good for a spa day at Cinna's]

[ridethecyclone]

[ Bucky's just outside the bar they agreed to meet ten minutes before, turning a half smoked cigarette over and over in his hands. Christ, he could murder a drink. ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy sees him when she's still a little off, walking a little faster until she stops in front of him. ] Hey.

's freezing. [ Don't mind her, but she's going to plug that cigarette right out of your grasp and drop it to the ground. ] Let's go in, yeah?

[ridethecyclone]

[ It's a good thing he likes you, Amy Pond. Because he was just smoking that. Still, tucking his hands into his pockets, and following her. ] What you havin'?

[waitedforyears]

[ Ah, blessed warmth. Amy's nose and cheeks are all red from the cold. ]

Beer, for starters. Or did you want t'go straight to the harder stuff?