Silena Beauregard/Rory Williams - Percy Jackson/Doctor Who - Barways

[mm_dyna]

It's not every day that a pretty girl (a demigod, actually) comes tumbling through the door, launched from what appears to have been a flying horse - if the whinny is anything to go by, anyway

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[mis_adventurer]

No it wouldn't be hard unless one were a wizard who is not used to woman like the poor fellow who's table Silena is now within ten feet of.

A small whimper might be heard by the frozen and trembling* fellow at the aforementioned table.

*Yes this is possible. In fact many thing are possible when it comes to Rincewind and fear.

[lovelikediamond]

She tilts her head up, bright blue eyes blinking up at the man she'd obviously disturbed.

A hand flies up to her mouth.

"Oh! Sorry about that. I don't usually crash into other people's tables, honest."

[mis_adventurer]

"No problem," he replies rather stiffly. He swallows before continuing, "I'm sure the table got in your way or something. They do that you know. Jump out at random beautiful woman. Terrible problem."

[OOC-I'll be slow over the weekend.]

[lovelikediamond]

She smiles.

It's an utterly charming smile.

Most of the time, she doesn't even know the kind of effect it has.

(And sometimes, she does.)

"Do they? And do doors do that too? Because I totally didn't see one before I crashed through it."

[ooc: this'll be open for pretty much ever, so slowtimes are a-okay!]

[fairytale_name]

[OHMIGODTHANKYOU. *done* Want them both post-Venice, pre-Amy's Choice?]

There's a young woman shaking her hair out, stepping into the Bar and looking around. Really, the convenient thing about this place is that the Doctor seems good at finding the End of the Universe (unlike everything else...), so between adventures it's a nice--

Wait.

Familiar face sitting over there.

"Rory?" Half-incredulous, half somewhat happy, half almost disappointed--and yes, that's three halves. The Doctor always adds something extra to her emotional state. Mostly she just sounds shocked.

[mm_dyna]

[ooc: ahaha. I love Rory a sad amount. Like. It's sad. ANYWAY - yeah, that works for me!]

"A-Amy! Amy, what -"

Excuse him while he nearly spills cold tea all over his front-side.

(Luckily, he saves the cup before the ultimate form of embarrassment could be bestowed upon him.)

After he sets the porcelain aside, he turns back to her.

Skeptical.

"... he isn't with you, is he?"

[fairytale_name]

[But he deserves the love, poor guy! And yaaaay Rory.]

Amy jumps a little. "No, wait, you'll--"

Well, there goes the tea.

She rolls here eyes a little. "Bar, can I--" A small towel appears. "Thank you." Setting to trying to deal with the tea stain on his shirt, she tries to think of a way to avoid the question--but can't really come up with anything.

Damn.

"Who, the Doctor?" Yes, obviously. "No--he was working on the TARDIS. Said there was an odd sound in the engine, wanted to try to catch it before it blows up and strands us in the nineteen fifties."

[mm_dyna]

"Right."

He pauses, letting Amy ... take care of the mess.

(At least his pants are safe.)

Ugh.

"Well, that's always a good idea. Making sure we don't ... end up in the nineteen fifties." Listen to him, talking like a complete and utter madman!