Application for Rory Williams (Doctor Who)

[thefuturemrpond]

((ooc: Approved by fellow Who muns.))

Rory had thought he was getting used to things like this. All right, maybe not 'used to'. More used to. Less likely to stand around boggling in the face of alien weirdness. But, that was what he was doing - staring, wide-eyed, at what had been the TARDIS a few seconds ago and now

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[vislor_turlough]

"What? Another one?" Turlough looked at Rory's hair. "Well, that ruins my 'Doctor has a ginger fetish' theory."

[thefuturemrpond]

Rory blinked at him. And then boggled some more. There was a lot to take in in that comment.

"...he's here? Amy's here?" And then, with rather more convincing indignance, "What do you mean, ginger fetish?"

[vislor_turlough]

"Your...fiance, was it? Your fiance is far from the first red-headed companion the Doctor's traveled with. There's that one woman-I forget her name- and there's myself, of course."

[thefuturemrpond]

"My fiancee. Yes. Amy." He smiled for a moment, despite everything, because Amy was here and not in some other remote corner of the universe - then caught up with the rest of the sentence again. "And it's not like that with her and the Doctor, okay? They're just ...friends. I mean. Amy is my fiancee."

The only thing worse than babbling is knowing you're doing it and not being able to stop.

[tallyhopippip]

"Oh, you've met vampires too? Are they the sparkly ones like me or the dark broody ones like Vishous?"

[thefuturemrpond]

"They were actually, um, fish," Rory explained, with a vaguely apologetic gesture - yeah, I know how it sounds, trust me. "Well, aliens. Alien fish-people. With perception filters."

...and then he realised what George had said, and got behind the table, quickly. "Wait, you - you're a..."

Did he have any weapons? Well, there was the table. He could try to break a leg off it, maybe. Before getting his throat ripped out.

[tallyhopippip]

"Well, that's strange. I certainly never heard of fish vampires," George said, mulling it over. "That's very strange. Oh well. I'm George!" he said, holding out a hand. "Careful, my hand's cold."

[thefuturemrpond]

There was a pencil in his pocket. Rory grabbed the quill and held the two implements in front of him, in the shape of a cross. Okay, that hadn't worked last time, but that hadn't been a real vampire, had it? If he could get to one of those windows, maybe the sun would turn it to dust.

[gourmetchairman]

"Hardly anyone wants to be here at first, but give it time. You'll be used to it."

[thefuturemrpond]

That was... not as reassuring as it had probably been meant to be. "No offence, and everything," Rory said, carefully, "but I'd rather not be here long enough to get used to it. I've sort of got a wedding to get to. Er, where exactly are we?"

[gourmetchairman]

"Rest assured, young man, when the powers that be decide to let you go home, it will be like you never left it. At least, that's what I've heard from those returning. To answer your question, you're in 2010 Scotland. Specifically, a school called Hogwarts, where magic is taught."

[thefuturemrpond]

Rory blinked. Again. And stared, for what felt like quite a long time.

And then burst out laughing, having to steady himself on the table for a moment. "Sorry," he gasped, when he could breathe, "I'm just - Scotland. Out of all of space and time I am now in Scotland. In 2010."

[mello_n_choco]

"Everyone here has a magic wand," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Horses are not as common. And, being a nurse does not predicate being useful."

[thefuturemrpond]

"Yeah, well, it -" Rory realised he didn't actually have a devaststing comeback lined up, and finished rather less confidently with "Doesn't make me not useful, either. And anyway -" rallying a little "- what would you hve put, then?"

[mello_n_choco]

"I asked what's to prove they aren't?" I reply, raising an eyebrow. "It's a good thing you're not a doctor. One would have to worry about your patients, though it is questionable how long they'd last."

[thefuturemrpond]

Rory bristled perhaps a little more than was necessary, at that. "Look, I didn't know I was going to have a - an entrance exam today, all right? Or I'd have come prepared. And ...and anyway, by that logic no one could answer it properly, because you can't prove you're useful just by saying you are. You've got to - actually do something. Yeah."

[tako_time]

It would be news to Tako that being checked up and checked out were not the same thing.

"So, what do you think?" He arranged his eight arms in the best bombshell position he could muster. "Hubba-hubba, am I right?"

[thefuturemrpond]

"Er..." Rory backed away a little. Okay, there were no big pointy teeth this time, but still, alien talking octopus thing that was trying to... flirt with him, apparently.

He really wished the Doctor was here.

[tako_time]

"I think you're supposed to be impressed," he said. "Isn't that the point of checking up someone? I'll show you how it's done."

Tako gave Rory a look from head to toes and back, then winked at him. "Rowr." He paused for Rory to take it all in and make mental notes if necessary.

"Okay!" he clapped his tentacles together. "Now it's your turn."

[thefuturemrpond]

Thankfully for Rory's state of mind, he realised the problem after a few seconds' gaping. "You - you mean checking out," he explained, trying not to flinch too obviously. "A checkup is to see how - how healthy you are, and I don't really know how it all works for octopuses. Octopi. Whichever. Sorry."