towerofanimus | 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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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."

She could really use the Doctor at a time like this. She was picturing him already figuring out what was going on. Something she wasn't exactly capable of doing at the moment, her mind jumbled as she was still trying to figure everything out as well as worrying about those she cares about the most.

Wait, did he just say... "This Doctor, what does he look like?"

Yes, yes he did. "Um. Brown suit, white shirt, bowtie. Brown hair." He makes a few motions around his head that are somehow supposed to represent the Doctor's hairstyle, but he's not doing a very good job.

"Odd fellow, but pretty likable."

So he was here and safe from the sounds of it. Relief flooded through her and it showed by the expression on her face. "Thank god." She said breathlessly "He is alright, isn't he?"

"Other than being caught up in the same situation we're in, yes." There's a short pause as Shoutarou glances aside. "You two know each other?"

Swallowing heavily, Amy ran a hand through her hair as she brought her gaze back to his. "Yeah we travel together." Amy explained. "Sorry, what did you say your name was again?"

He nods, then smiles. "Shoutarou Hidari - or you can just call me Shou, if that suits you better."

"Shou." Amy repeated, "We're going to get out of here, okay? My friend, he'll figure it out."

There's another nod. "So he's said already. We're already working together on trying to figure a way out."

Just Not Her Day

That's fine sweetie! I'm crashing in a few anyway.

Okay I lied, one more tag. (That's what I always say, and then oh god when did 6AM happen.)

Haha I know what you mean. :p

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Replaced by Who indeed. B)

Haha! <3

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

No worries!

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