So, um--did everyone get all their presents? Spending Christmas in Paris was really nice, but not knowing what the castle did with my gifts... wasn't. I spent a lot of time on some of them.

[let's not talk about what Amy did for a living whilst in Paris. She's not precisely kosher about it]

[backdated to yesterday morning, derp, what is "having a social life for 500, Alex"]

[Amy knows something's up the moment she yawns and stretches awake--she's very used to what her own bedding feels like by now, thank you very much, and she is not sleeping amongst her own bedding. It feels too... plush. And made of satin. And possibly velvet mixed ( Read more... )

[so Amy's been thinking, throughout River's recent loss and after she woke up herself again, and has decided she might as well just air everything out in the open--partially keeping in mind her promise with Rory to not keep secrets from each other, and partially in hopes that talking about and acknowledging this situation might make it feel more ( Read more... )

Hi, fellow... residents of Paradisa. Amy Pond speaking.

[the only easily perceptible sign that there's been anything out of the ordinary going on with her lately is the fact that her Scottish accent is more pronounced than it usually is. Signs of stress, and all that]Soooo, Rory's human again, and it being Friday night, we thought it would be a ( Read more... )

( Stefan )

[much like her husband had recently, Amy Pond is visiting the duck pond. Unlike him, she isn't there to fail at skipping rocks; she's brought a loaf of bread and is alternating between tossing pieces to the ducks, and tossing smaller pieces into the water for... whatever lives in there. It's comforting, for some reason, that this duck pond actually ( Read more... )

( filtered to everyone who was in her cell during the pirate plot, the crab lady (Tia Dalma), and the kid who tried to rescue her from the sentient dog (Nudge) )

[in the background: generic olde-tyme-ship-at-sea noises, whatever hubbub Amy's fellow crew are making]

Oi! Doctor. Where are you two at?

Filtered to everyone who has expressed interest in the expedition and away from the First Gen's

[It's early morning, and all is relatively quiet until something unexpected breaks the calm over the journals. The merry ringing of a metal bell. A bright, chipper, probably unbearably loud noise to anyone who wished to sleep in. Didn't know you ordered a ( Read more... )

[Amy is currently sitting in the most isolated part of the library she could find. She hasn't had an easy time of it lately and it shows, to those who know how to look for it--she's holding herself a little too stiffly, and her usual vibrancy has dimmed ever-so-slightly. But she's putting on a good show of everything being absolutely normal; it's ( Read more... )