towerofanimus | Just Not Her Day

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Just Not Her Day

Characters: Amy Pond and YOU
Setting: Room 1-05 to start with but she's bound to start exploring.
Format: Either or. I usually write prose, but I will type how you do.
Summary: Amy's just found herself in the tower. She is not happy.
Warnings: If you haven't seen 'A Good Man Goes to War' there will be spoilers.

Amy awoke with a start, gasping for air once she was able to move again as she let her hand trail along the unfamiliar bed she was laying on. Sitting upright, Amy looked around the strange room before she felt something against her neck and brought a shaky hand up to feel cool metal-like substance against her neck. Utterly confused, Amy got to her feet and looked down at the bed she then took notice the wrinkled piece of paper that was on the rather small bed and opened it.

Frightened and bewildered by all that she had seen so far, there was a few things that popped into her mind at that point. Did this have something to do with Madame Kovarian, the woman who had stolen her baby from her? Were the Doctor and Rory safe? The thought of losing anyone else that she cared about was gut-wrenching, especially after having just lost her newborn daughter, Melody. Despite the fact that she knew Melody would grow up, there was still so much left unanswered.

Swallowing heavily, Amy dropped the letter back onto the bed to look around the room once more. This time she fully realised that this seemed to be some sort of room shared by other people as well. Was there a possibility of the Doctor and Rory being here too? She couldn't lose them. Not again.

Not even thinking to look at the trunk at the bottom of her bed, Amy knew she had to start looking for the Doctor and Rory.

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Outside the room, Shoutarou wandered the hall, looking at the mess of notes he had, and realized something - he'd never followed up on checking on some of the people he had little info on. And some of those people were in the room right next to him.

Well, it's a bit too late to not count as a rude neighbor, but better late than never to make nice.

A light knock raps on the door, and he waits for a response.

Amy froze at the sound of someone knocking. There didn't seem to be anyone else around and she was hesitant to answer. Turning to face the door, Amy looked around for a weapon but came up with nothing. "Who is it?" Amy asked, her voice barely above a whisper before clearing her throat. "Who's out there?" she asked, louder this time.

The answer was unexpected, but Shoutarou shrugs one shoulder, then leans on the doorframe. No harm in answering an innocent question, right?

His voice is a bit loud to make sure it goes through the door - "Just the local detective from next door, miss. Looking to get some information, if that's fine by you."

Amy takes one step toward the door before stopping again. How did she know this wasn't some sort of giant trap? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Licking her lower lip, Amy decided to risk it because she knew she couldn't stay in this room for the rest of her life. Moving the rest of the way to the door, Amy gripped the handle and turned it, stepping back once it was opened enough. "...Hello." Amy said, clearly confused.

There's a moment where the man who faces her is caught up in a well-worn notebook he's holding, though once the door opens, his attention turns to Amy.

Let's see - the way she inquired as to who was there, that damnable white suit, and that look on her face - all big cues that this gal must be new. Well, so much for his previous plan for the day.

Tucking the notebook under one arm, the man removes his hat and gives a weary, but knowing smile. "Hello, miss - Shoutarou Hidari, private detective - And I'm going to assume you've got a lot of questions that need answering."

Taking notice to the notebook he had in his hands, she then brought her gaze back to his. "Yes. Starting with, where am I?" you'll have to excuse her lack of manners at the moment, she's physically and emotionally worn out.

He doesn't mind - he's dealt with much more irritable and irrational people. This is a lot more graceful than his own introduction to this place, to be honest. (At least, for now...)

"We're in a large tower - presumably taken from where we were previously to save us from the destruction of our worlds by some curious benefactors that, to be honest? I don't trust them at all."

"You're right, you shouldn't trust them. Whoever they are." Amy said before she noticed what she was wearing. "So we're not the only ones here." Amy said, pulling at the fabric of the white suit. "How many others are there?"

"Well, that's the tricky part..." Shoutarou frowns. "There's a lot of rooms in the dorm area, and I haven't been able to pin down an exact number. We've got some of our original group that showed up, then some have disappeared since then, and then some show up to replace them..."

A pause. That doesn't really answer her question at all.

"There's a fair number - at least 20, possibly 30 or more."

Dorm area? So this place was some sort of refuge then. "And no one has seen the people that have saved us?" Amy asked, guessing by the letter that they didn't show their faces all that often. She had never been in a situation quite like this, but she was determined to figure out what was going on. "Wait, so you mean everytime someone disappears, there's always someone new, taking their place?" Well that wasn't disturbing at all.

"Some of us have met them once during what was generously called a 'Q&A session'." Shoutarou's expression is one of distaste here. "A bunch of strange people who are very good at answering questions without telling you what you want to know."

"It seems like there's a varying waiting period. One of my roommates disappeared, and there was some delay before he was replaced."

"Do they look normal?" Amy asked before realising that might be a bit of an odd question. "...I mean, what do they look like?" She asked, rephrasing her question so she didn't sound so strange. "Replaced by who?"

"They look like average humans, but they're rather odd people."

Shoutarou looks rather uneasy. "Well, said roommate was a child, a smart kid that I sadly did not get to know as well as I would have liked. He was replaced by a strange man with an affinity for hats. Calls himself The Doctor."

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I'm so sorry for the delay. LJ has been on the fritz as I'm sure you're aware.

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"Amy!"

Oh God, she was alright. Amy was alright. As much as he said he didn't believe the whole "your world has been destroyed and you are the only survivor" bollocks, it was still so very reassuring to see Amelia Pond looking alive and well-ish.

Amy turned in the direction she heard her name and found the Doctor standing there, much to her relief. At least she knew someone was alive. "Doctor." Amy choked out, tears already filling her eyes as she rushed over to him and embraced him tightly. She could feel a few tears sliding down her cheeks, causing her to bury her face into his shoulder. Not sure she could get any other words out at the moment without sobbing, Amy just stayed quiet.

The Doctor hugged her tightly.

"Oh, Amelia. Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" He kissed her forehead. Amy--Amelia shouldn't have to be upset like this. Shouldn't have to be here. Shouldn't be forced into this. The Doctor could only be grateful that he was there with her. Small mercies.

"Don't worry, Amelia, I've got this. I've got this. I promise I've got this."

Closing her eyes when she felt his lips against her forehead, she shook her head at his question. "I'm fi- I'm not hurt." Opening her eyes, Amy moved out of his embrace to look around, eyelashes stuck together by drying tears, she wiped her cheeks before looking back at the Doctor. "What is this place? Does that woman have something to do with this?" She asked bitterly, referring to the woman that had taken her child.

"I don't know, but i don't think she has anything to do with this, either. I'm working hard to get us out of here, Amy. I promise."

"What about Rory?" Amy asked, once she got over the fact that the Doctor was here and safe. "Is he here?"

"No, but I'm sure he's got the TARDIS and his on his way. River might even be with him."

"How would he even know where to look? I'm still not even sure where is."

"I'm not sure either, but you showing up proves that what these people say is a lie. Our world is fine and we're going to get out of here."

"How long have you been here exactly?"

"Oh y'know, a day or two or a week or two."

Blanching, Amy was quiet for a few seconds. "Doctor we have to find a way out of here. Whatever is going on, it's not good." Clearly Amy was worried and she knew the Doctor was as well. "Please tell me you at least have your psychic paper with you." Maybe they could get somewhere with using that. It always seemed to be a major help.