shenanigans.

[mrspond.livejournal.com]

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."

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roryroryroryrory

[stillwaiting]

[Been there, done that, wrote the book on it. A perception filter was a bit of an old trick to use on Amelia Pond, especially when she knew where to look in the first place. The door swings open with an audible protest and Amy Pond stands resplendent in her the twisted half-light of the hallway, wearing her police-getup flak jacket and combat boots, and carrying a very, very big, gun.

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.

[riseup]

[ John follows behind the rest, the Zillyhoo slung over one shoulder. It's hard not to feel triumphant about all of this. Fighting evil shadows, while scary, is really fun and weirdly fulfilling! Still, the sight of two Rory's makes him falter a bit, and John takes a second to clean his glasses.]

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?

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[Souji comes in behind Amy. He's used to leading, but Amy's drive is overwhelming. This was something that she, as well as Rory, needed to face head on. So there commands on the side as they're fighting Shadows, but as soon as they enter the last room, he falls silent. They're here now as support, and to keep the situation in check in case things got out of hand. He'd seen this a lot before, and realizing that this was a part of a person became easier and easier. (He knew, even though he never faced it, that it was inside of him too.)

For now, it was time for them to talk.]

[allons_y_alonso]

[The Doctor has been keeping careful track of each expedition Souji and company made into the Dark Hour, and once the spot of coordinated stalking he'd indulged in had paid off, everyone had been waiting for their moment.

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.]