001 -- {action/phone}

[soveryhuman]

[ Action, 435 Peepers St.: Well, this is certainly a familiar sort of forward-dated to May 07 post in the late morning for Rory Williams. Strange bed, strange house, strange woman claiming to be married to him- the children he never actually had, the wallpaper, the picket fence.

Yes, hello again, Mayfield. He supposes he's lucky enough in being able to remember being here before- not often that he remembers seeing that first-hand. Or maybe that depends on how long he's been out of it. And as opposed to a morning spent pressed against a corner in the living room, this time he just goes ahead and has a seat on the couch where it's easier to reach the phone. It's harder to be intimidated by the place than it used to be, which. Well, he doesn't expect will last all that long. It might just have to do with frankly terrible timing to be pulled out of the TARDIS and away from Amy.

He'll take it while he can get it.

Phone: ]

Right, um. Rory Williams speaking. Again. If anyone remembers me. However long it's been. [ Very smooth, man. ] Which I was wondering about, actually, if anybody could give me the date, because I think it's been a while. I'm mostly just calling out for that and to say hello again, and I'll probably be working at the hospital if anybody could use a nurse.

[ Annnd a hesitation, because he's debating asking if specific people are around or still around or came in and left and came back or anything crazy like that. He decides against setting up for disappointment. ] Yeah, so. Guess that's it, thanks.

[ More Action: From there he figures he may as well take a walk and see if anything drastic has changed. Stop by the old tin spaceship location, head to the park, hit the streets and scope for familiar faces and eventually camp out in the hospital whether he's employed there yet or not. The relatively small world is his oyster, as you can see. ]

Comments

[soveryhuman]

This from mister "back in five minutes"? [ I REFUSE YOUR REALITY. ]

I can be as rude as I want. [ so. So there. ]

[godcomplexed]

You didn't say "five minutes"! You didn't say anything.

[He's being a petulant child. He knows it. He knows he has no right to say anything. But he's really terrible at dealing with people leaving, he's found.]

So fine. Continue being rude.

[soveryhuman]

Well I couldn't help it. It's not like I thought it would be fun to disappear home and leave you here for a while. [ OFFENSE TAKEN. Tut tut ruuude. ]

[godcomplexed]

Well.

I'm not going to hug you first.

[soveryhuman]

Well, who said I even want to hug you? [ baka MAN SO FULL OF YOURSELF. AREN'T YOU. ]

[godcomplexed]

Good.

I don't want to hug you either.

[soveryhuman]

Fine.

[godcomplexed]

[CROSSES ARMS.

SNEEZES.

GLARES AT GROUND.]

[soveryhuman]

[ LOOKS AT THE SKY

WHAT AN INTERESTING SKY

I WOULD HUG THIS SKY FIRST ]

[godcomplexed]

[BLOWING HIS NOSE IN A LOUD AND ANNOYING WAY.

And wiggling because he really does want to hug. So tactile, Doctor.]

[soveryhuman]

[ ha well that makes exactly him, the sniffling fiend.

...we could risk it. The mutual brohug all the way across the sky.

Maybe. ]

[godcomplexed]

[giving him that sideways goofy grin that only the Doctor is capable of.]

[soveryhuman]

[ Sideways goofy grin meet "yeah okay, this is ridiculous, come on then" grin.

The arms are uncrossing. This is happening man 8| ]

[godcomplexed]

[And in one swift motion he has closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms tightly around Rory.]

[soveryhuman]

[ Friendship Acknowledgment Achieved. Rory wraps an arm back around him and pats him on the back a couple of times. Mayfield-Doctor. Harder to be upset with.

Oh, right, that reminds him. ]

Did the, uh- did your arm heal up alright?

[godcomplexed]

[The Doctor twitches slightly.]

Fine, fine. Really not an issue. Just had to rest and not play baseball for a few weeks.

[soveryhuman]

[ … BI ]

When did even play baseball?

[godcomplexed]

...I could play baseball if I want.

[soveryhuman]

But have you? Here, I mean.

[godcomplexed]

Once or twice!

I'm 909 years old, I've done practically everything.

[soveryhuman]

Right, guess you have. Space baseball. [ ... ] Is there actually space baseball or is it still just baseball, only... in space?

[godcomplexed]

Don't be stupid, space baseball isn't a thing. Too hard to keep things in proper motion.

[soveryhuman]

Oh.

Well how would I know?

[godcomplexed]

...

[Just kisses him straight on the mouth full on tongue on the forehead and hugs him tightly.]

Rory Pond, I've missed you.

[soveryhuman]

[ Manly yaoi backpatting hug back. He can't help it, it is instinct. ]

I've heard I have that effect. [ …yeah okay. ] Probably would have missed you too if you hadn't been there and all.