mayfield_rpg | 001 -- {action/phone}

[ 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. ]

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[ Charles has the best stories 2012. ]

That's a very nice holiday for them. We need more underground bunkers for situations like those.

[mayfield provides such choice comedic material for him]

More? We would need more than just bunkers if anyone truly decided to abuse their powers on that day. [a sigh!] Thankfully, most people seem to limit themselves to harmless pranks because they know the tide will turn come June. It's best to stay indoors if you know anyone who might be particularly vengeful, though.

Indoors it is. [ All of the women in his life have a reason to be vengeful. He's pretty sure. ]

So you've been in Mayfield a while, have you? If you don't mind me asking.

Ah. [that is the most sympathetic-sounding one syllable noise...] The best of luck to you.

I don't mind, it's quite all right. I'm coming up on my two and a half year mark, so it has been a while.

[ And to that Rory shrugged even though he's on a phone. Wtb. ]

Oh. That is absolutely a while. Guess you'd know more about the holday... pattern thing than most.

[oh rory, how could he ever hope to compete with that level of suave...]

I've had a little more first-hand experience than most, at the very least. It comes in handy when I need to plan things around the holidays.

Must come in handy, yeah. I usually just make plans and then rearrange them when they get thrown off.

That tends to work just as well. Even with careful planning, this town seems to have a fondness for ruining everything that's decently thought out.

In your previous stay, did you manage to catch any of the larger holidays?

Ah- yeah. I was around for Halloween, Christmas, New Year's... apocalypse, surgeries and everything. To the best of my memory, never really a quiet place.

With how dull it can get in between, I'd almost say that's a good thing. They do enjoy hopping from one extreme do another, don't they?

[a pause] I don't believe I've met you before, but I do recognize your name. The same Rory that the Doctor speaks of, I presume?

Yeah- yeah, that's me. I can't guarantee if he said anything completely accurate. What's your name?

I don't remember most of what he said, but he did mention you again recently. He said that you were gone, but I suppose that isn't much of a problem any longer.

My name is Charles.

Charles, then. It's nice to get to meet you. As much as it counts over the phone and everything, of course.

The same to you. We're bound to run into each other at some point for a proper meeting, one way or another. The town isn't that large.

Either way, welcome back. Better you here than powering a generator, hm?

I'll definitely take the town over the generator, yeah. And at least that's still an easy choice.

If we're fortunate, it will remain an easy choice for a long time to come. Or as long as properly leaving isn't an option, at any rate.

Edited 2012-05-16 14:04 (UTC)

Well.

Nothing really lasts forever, right?

For better or worse, I suppose.

Well, it isn't something any of us will have to fret over one way or another for quite some time, I imagine. It would be better to just prepare yourself for any immediate and known threat. Best of luck to you on Mother's Day.

Thanks, Charles. You too. You can- let me know if you need anything. I mean, I can't always do much, but you don't know until you try.

[there's a brief pause, and then:]

...Thank you. The same to you. If your luck is anything like the Doctor's, I'm certain a little extra aid now and then couldn't hurt.

Any friend of his runs into his luck eventually, right? [ Part of the lifestyle, really. Always know who your next of kin is. ]

A tragic truth. Extra luck to you in that case, being from his world and such. [but he sounds a little amused...]

Enjoy the rest of your time until the weekend. [whoops that came out a bit more ominous than he had intended.]

Same to you, Charles.

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