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Entry tags:
shenanigans.
WHAT: Log/actionspam re: rescuing Whiny McWhinyPants I mean Rory.
WHO: All the people who apparently like Rory???? Who are you. Participation not required, etc, but pop by if you want.
WHEN/WHERE: The Dark Hour, Monday the 13th, somewhere that essentially looks like Amy's childhood home: big house, lots of rooms. For reference.
At night, Amy's empty house is just a little bit foreboding. Everything creaks, and every single sound becomes a possible robber, a monster, a vengeful spirit. Or at least, that's how it was when Rory was allowed to stay over when they were small.
Now, Rory lies in wait. He paces around the room, his path marked by the clothes that frame it on the floor. He mutters to himself, half-remembered memories of another time he spent waiting.
The other Rory, suitably chastised after trying to fight his extremely vocal and more capable counterpart, sits on the bed, handcuffed to the bedpost. Every so often, when he thinks he hears a sound, he tenses.
"Don't worry," Rory says, stopping his pacing to address him, shaking the little Amelia doll he holds in front of him. "Chances are no one's coming. But we've got practice waiting forever, haven't we?"
The other Rory bares his teeth, "We have nothing in common."
The room the two Rorys occupy is not an easy one to find. Cloaked by a perception filter, the door cannot be found by a simple look around. Rory's rescuers must be careful, and look where they wouldn't usually look.
When the door finally does open, and Rory sees their visitors, he starts laughing. The other Rory tries to get up from the bed, and the bedframe rattles.
Rory hisses, "Shut up."
He turns back to his would-be rescuers and makes as if to straighten his tie--an empty gesture, as it's more than ruined.
"Welcome! We thought you'd never get here."
roryroryroryrory
She sweeps her eyes over the room - the shoddy, creepy replica of her childhood - taking in the weedy, slightly manic-looking replica of her husband and (her stomach gives an anxious lurch) the man of the hour himself. Her gaze tracks back to the shadow.]
Yeah, well. Hope I was worth the wait.
[In a jerky motion she hefts the gun and cocks it with a snap, pointing the barrel-shaped end at the doppelganger in the suit and fixing him with a look that could set concrete.]
I'll be having that back.
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What's this? You've brought a gun? You want to hurt me?
[His face twists into something less than friendly.]
After all I've done for you! Is this some kind of revenge for that time when I died for you, and then turned plastic and shot you because I was being controlled by all the Doctor's enemies?
[He crushes the little Amelia doll he holds.]
Or is it something else?
[On the bed, the other Rory tries to struggle, and calls out to his wife.]
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[She keeps the gun pointed squarely at the shadow's chest, though it wavers a bit.]
All that.... that wasn't you. That was Rory. You lured him into this little funhouse - now you think you can just put on his face and walk around like you're him??
[Her gaze darts briefly to her husband on the bed, then back to the shadow copy. Her expression may be hostile but there's forced geniality in her voice - the question is meant for the original.]
All right, babe?
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Been better. Amy, don't--don't listen to him. He's...well, I don't know exactly, but he's just spewing lies and just. I don't want him to hurt you.
[Rory's shadow, of course, looks vaguely disgusted.]
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Rory! I'm really glad you are okay. Uh... that goes for both of you, I guess.
[Suddenly, his whole face brightens. ]
Hey, is this like Face/Off?
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The Nicolas Cage movie? How is it at all like that? I thought they switched faces or someth--
[Rory's shadow, who's trying to be dramatic, doesn't appreciate the interruption, and takes a violent step toward the bed, and Rory shuts up. Then the shadow turns toward John.]
It can be, if it helps you understand it. Mostly it's that this one [He jerks a thumb towards Rory.] is a bit of a mess, and I think it's high time everyone knew.
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Everyone thinks they are a mess, sometimes. But a lot of people like you the way you are. See! Look how many of us came.
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[Rory shrugs.]
I told you, John, you wouldn't like me if you really knew me.
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Or maybe I would like you more! Did you ever think about that?
[ Still, this is Business Time. John holds the Zillyhoo at the ready and stares Rory right in the weird yellow eyes. ]
Why are you being so hard on yourself?
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No, John, I hadn't considered that. People don't usually take kindly to whiny, useless cowards, d'you know? It's not surprising, either.
[He shrugs.]
Everyone else is, I figured it was about time I joined in.
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He likes evveryone, its actually pretty fuckin annoyin. And wwhat the hell other intentions are people supposed to havve, it wwas tough as shit to get here, no thanks to you
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[Rory huffs a laugh.]
But at least Amy is, I suppose. Which is a nice change.
[On the bed, Rory rattles his handcuffs as he tries to sit up.]
Don't talk about her like that. [His voice is quiet, but strong.]
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Shut up, Eridan.
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For now, it was time for them to talk.]
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You said I'd have to wait and see, didn't I? Well, I've waited a fair bit, I think. What am I supposed to be seeing here?
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We came to get you. All of us.
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[Rory lifts an eyebrow and gives Souji a plainly disbelieving look.]
I know maybe a few of you, but the rest of you have no reason to be here, do you? No reason to care about what happens to me, of all people.
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[He keeps eye contact, and then quirks his head.]
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Really? [He glances nervously at his shadow who sneers at him.
Rory's shadow turns back to Souji.]
Then they must have caught me on a good day, or something. Why would they have come otherwise?
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Well. Everyone but Amy, who's not much of one for waiting. Nor for listening to him, actually. She seems generally less than friendly towards his current iteration.
In any case, when they reach the house, there's an extreme sense of psychic foreboding, a very disturbing presence, and while he may not know where in the house to look, there's no question that this is the destination.
He signals the rest of his little cadre to head in, and as soon as the last of the Investigation Team has gone ahead, he plunges in after them.]
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It seemed that most of the party had decided to migrate upstairs, so Jack started toward an empty room on the first floor, keeping his torch raised, he scanned the room carefully. The Doctor's friend was in trouble somewhere in this big, old, creaky house. Things here seemed a little too quiet for his taste.
Unable to make out anything just yet, Jack leaned back toward where he'd left The Doctor and spoke in a hushed voice.]
Are you picking up traces of anything, Doctor?
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[He grimaces in frustration, and shakes his screwdriver.]
This, though, this is still dead and useless. I need a way to run it on an alternate power setting...
Never mind. The source of all of this, the eye of the storm, is somewhere above us still.
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[ Hard not to smile whenever Jack's around though! ]
Here, let me see. [ Reaches out for the screwdriver to try her luck at rerouting the power, though there's a pressure headache building just thinking about it. ]
If this thing's lookin forward to sufferering, then the right idea is to try and build him up, yeah? The real Rory. Though if you think you're unimportant, don't know how much of that'll get through.
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[Jack's face fell at hearing the screwdriver had lost its power. That was never good. With one last sweep with the torch, Jack's pistol fell to his side, and Jack, back to The Doctor and Donna.]
All right, look, we'll try and figure out something later, but for right now, I think it's safe to assume that we don't have the liberty of time. Here. Take the torch. See if you can't work something out with it. I'll start up the stairs. You two stick together. I don't need either one of you getting hurt. Took me long enough to find you.
[He gave the pair a smile and started up the stairs on his toes, moving slowly, pistol raised once more.]
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I think he's worried about us!
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