shenanigans.

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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."

Comments

[chronosexual]

Great. Psychic masochist. Love those.

[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.]

[turnedleft]

[ Donna beams between the torch and the still lifeless screwdriver. ]

I think he's worried about us!

[jenratedanomaly]

[Despite the situation, a cheeky grin sprung to the young Time Lady's face as she tapped Jack on the back with the handle of her gun.]

Oi, don't leave me out of the fun. I'm coming with you. Can't have you going and disappearing either, yeah?

[chronosexual]

[The situation was tense. It was no wonder that Jack nearly jumped when she touched him. Bidding her a smile, he leaned close and dropped his voice.]

Charmed. I didn't want to assume anything. Don't need daddy mad at me. Stay behind me, but keep shooting if necessary. If I get hurt, leave me, I'll be fine. Promise.

[With this, Jack ascended the stairs and quickly aimed his gun down the little hallway and noticed almost immediately something funny and familiar, as if there was something lurking just out of the corner of his eye, pretending it's not there. Jack was well-versed in the ways of perception filters.]

Something's being hidden nearby.

[jenratedanomaly]

Me running around with this gun probably makes him more unhappy than running around with you does.

[Jenny followed silently behind him, keeping a cautious eye on their surroundings as she stepped one foot over the next. She knew that tickle along her back very well now. Though the memories of her visits here were always hazy and difficult to recollect while she was out of this place, it was easier within the dark hour.]

In the shadows.

[Her voice was low and soft as she kept an eye on the shadows around them. It was too dark to tell which ones were potentially hiding nasty surprises. Her gun settled familiarly into her hands as she readied for a fight. Whatever Jack said, she was still his back up, and she intended to do her job well.]

[allons_y_alonso]

[The Doctor bolted up the stairs after them with the same gangly grace and speed he used when running away from evil robots.]

That way!

[He pointed an accusing finger down the hall at an apparently blank wall.]

[chronosexual]

[Jack frowned at the Doctor. Wasn't this supposed to be a delicate operation? Well, whatever they were going to surprise now knew they were here. He shrugged a shoulder and looked to where The Doctor was pointing emphatically. He only stopped for a moment to silently question the decision, but the longer he considered it, the more it made sense. Yes, that had to be where it was. Trust The Doctor. That was one of the rules.]

Roger. Jenny. Keep your gun aimed at the wall. We don't know what we'll find in there.

[Jack approached the wall. And the longer he focused on the filter, very plainly and very clearly he could see a door appear. Was that all? Now that he had seen past the perception filter, he could even hear voices inside. Carefully he placed his fingers around the handle, twisted and pushed it in.]

[allons_y_alonso]

[It wasn't that the Doctor didn't trust Ten and Jenny not to shoot first -- it was more curiosity that lead him to burst through the door ahead of the others and catch the... rather crowded tableau... within. There was the distinct sense that he was interrupting something profound.

He waved, awkwardly.]

Hello! Don't mind me!

... Us.