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Who: theniwasroman and coolbowtie
What: Their rendition of Grumpy Old Men. More accurately, insomnia and post-event chattings.
When: December 26th/27th. Ah, the wee morning hours.
Where: 1338 Benny Road.
Warnings: Will be added if they are ever even merited.
It couldn't really be said that insomnia was a new thing to Rory- in all likelihood, it couldn't be said for anybody who had been in Mayfield for a month or more.
Or less, sometimes. It was just a terrible place on the whole, wasn't it.
He'd picked up a bit of an on and off battle with it back home since the second Big Bang (since remembering that there even was a second big bang, more accurately. Remember spending 1,894 years awake and sometimes sleep refuses to have anything to do with you), and with what Mayfield had to offer up alongside everything that had been happening there... well, everybody had their good nights and their bad nights, didn't they?
Dream-reruns of this and that and bits and pieces of the one that asked him not to exist not all that long ago: the night was leaning more towards bad than good. After maybe an hour of staring at the walls in the kitchen, Rory opted to take the walking-outside option, personal chances of getting abducted by aliens or mauled by a bear be damned. He found his feet turning more towards the Doctor's house after a little while- personal experience told that the Doctor apparently operated without sleeping. He never was quite sure if it had to do with being an alien or it if was because of something else he'd likely never ask about.
... he never did get an answer about the Doctor having a room on the TARDIS, either. Questions, questions, and he'd probably be saving them for later even if the Doctor were awake right now. Had to learn to get better about that sometime.
And so it was that the early hours of the morning ticked by a little at a time; with Mister Pond approaching 1338 Benny Road, keeping an eye open for lights in windows and signs of life. Because knocking on doors at this hour was probably frowned upon.
What: Their rendition of Grumpy Old Men. More accurately, insomnia and post-event chattings.
When: December 26th/27th. Ah, the wee morning hours.
Where: 1338 Benny Road.
Warnings: Will be added if they are ever even merited.
It couldn't really be said that insomnia was a new thing to Rory- in all likelihood, it couldn't be said for anybody who had been in Mayfield for a month or more.
Or less, sometimes. It was just a terrible place on the whole, wasn't it.
He'd picked up a bit of an on and off battle with it back home since the second Big Bang (since remembering that there even was a second big bang, more accurately. Remember spending 1,894 years awake and sometimes sleep refuses to have anything to do with you), and with what Mayfield had to offer up alongside everything that had been happening there... well, everybody had their good nights and their bad nights, didn't they?
Dream-reruns of this and that and bits and pieces of the one that asked him not to exist not all that long ago: the night was leaning more towards bad than good. After maybe an hour of staring at the walls in the kitchen, Rory opted to take the walking-outside option, personal chances of getting abducted by aliens or mauled by a bear be damned. He found his feet turning more towards the Doctor's house after a little while- personal experience told that the Doctor apparently operated without sleeping. He never was quite sure if it had to do with being an alien or it if was because of something else he'd likely never ask about.
... he never did get an answer about the Doctor having a room on the TARDIS, either. Questions, questions, and he'd probably be saving them for later even if the Doctor were awake right now. Had to learn to get better about that sometime.
And so it was that the early hours of the morning ticked by a little at a time; with Mister Pond approaching 1338 Benny Road, keeping an eye open for lights in windows and signs of life. Because knocking on doors at this hour was probably frowned upon.