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theromanose and EVERYONE
Setting: room 3-18 and then random floors/hallways/etc
Format: whatever you want, i will follow your lead
Summary: Rory wakes up and then goes exploring, meeting people along the way!!
Warnings: none so far.

[rory has been through his fair share of strange happenings and unexpected abductions, but falling asleep in his own bed and waking up somewhere completely different, unable to move, is far from pleasant. as soon as the sleep paralysis passes he jerks upright, taking in his surroundings with the air of someone who was once a soldier while simultaneously trying to pull the collar off.

...of course, that image is ruined by the way he almost immediately glances down at his jumpsuit, then awkwardly puts his hands over his crotch as though wearing the thing is as bad as wearing nothing at all, collar and surroundings forgotten.]

You have got to be kidding me.

[eventually rory reads the letter provided him, digs through his trunk, and replaces the standard issue white jumpsuit with some actual clothes from home that make him feel less like he's an experiment waiting to happen, at least, though the fact that he couldn't get the collar off does not make him feel comfortable in the least. but he's a man on a mission, striding down hallways and sticking his head into various floors, occasionally calling out a name. "Amy", or "Doctor", or sometimes even "River". if the world is really destroyed--and he's lived through that twice already, so he feels like that is certainly a possibility--he wants to make sure his family is safe.]

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[To say that Equius reacted poorly to his sleep paralysis, in a strange room no less, is an understatement. From the exact moment he wakes up and takes in his unusual surroundings, he wants to be up. He wants to figure out what has gone on. The last he remembers is being in the meteor, being with Nepeta and the rest of his comrades, and this isn't right. This isn't right at all.

But he can't. His body has betrayed him. And for the next thirty seconds all he can do is strain and fight and try to break free of his impossible prison. So by the time the paralysis actually ended, but the time he was cut loose, well. Bed, meet irate and unnaturally strong Troll.

To say that the bed lost is an understatement. It's somewhat crumpled under his body by the time he gets control of himself again and drags his way out of the rubble.]

What is going on here?

[okay, so there's some sort of alien trashing the room now. that's...interesting, though not terribly surprising. rory is so used to aliens at this point he's surprised when he doesn't run into them, and he doesn't even consider that this guy might be something other than a guy from outer space.]

I have no idea.

[yeah, rory's still sitting on his bed, covering his junk.]

Actually, I was hoping you might know?

[It honestly takes him a moment to realize that there is someone else in the room. He's too busy being furious and unnerved by the sudden change in venue to pick up on his roommate. When he does, though, he turns sharply, looking up this strange pink fleshy thing up and down. It's the first time he's seen a human in, well, the flesh.]

Why would I know that, human? Would your captor wake up frozen and powerless?

[He glances down quickly, seeing the jumpsuit he's been put in. Oh, this will not do at all.]

Or undressed.

Yeah, okay, it was a stretch. I get it. A man with no pants should be given a break on this kind of thing, or something.

[he frowns a little.]

And you might as well stop it with the "human" thing, I've got a name. There's no need to be rude, yeah?

[That just earns a derisive snort.]

It is hardly rude to speak down to one's lessers. It is merely the order of things. I am a proud and noble blueblood and you are simply a human.

What is this name of yours, then?

Rory. [he sounds so unimpressed with this whole scenario.] What's your name?

[he will save the lecture on how being alien doesn't make you better than anybody else, but only because he hasn't fully assessed his situation yet. priorities!]

Rory. [He tsks softly.] My name is Equius Zahhak, but as I am a blueblood I expect you to address me with respect.

[It will no doubt be a futile effort. Once again, Equius looks down at his jumpsuit and his scowl deepens.] Now where are my clothes?

Okay, I basically just asked you that same question, so why would I know the answer.

[and furthermore, why would he be bothering to cover himself up if he knew where his proper clothes were?? gosh equius try using that brain of yours sometime.]

We obviously both just...woke up here. So why don't we just stay calm and try to figure out what's going on. [he starts edging toward the foot of his bed, because he's spotted the trunk and it seems like a good place to start poking around.] Where are you from, Equius?

Hmph. I suppose you have a point.

[Not that staying calm is something Equius is good at, especially when he has neither his Lusus or his Moirail around, but he'll do his best. And when he sees Rory going for a trunk, he checks the front of his own... ex-bed for the same.]

Alternia. A proud and noble planet. You are from this "Earth," then, I assume?

Are we on Earth?

[that would certainly be a relief. he's awkwardly digging around in the trunk now, one-handed, and comes up with a pair of pants. how fortuitous!!]

I mean, waking up in some unknown room with an alien, I would assume we were in space. Or something.

[he stares forlornly at his pants, wondering how he's going to get them on without embarrassing himself.]

[She is about to head down a floor, but she hears his voice. She only hears the 'Doctor' part though, so thinking he is in medical help, she sprints over.]

What's wrong? Who needs healing?

[rory raises his hands apologetically, a somewhat sheepish expression on his face.]

Oh, no! No, it's not like that, I'm looking for a friend of mine. His name is the Doctor. Sorry.

[She skids to a stop and relief moves over her.]

Oh! You worried me for a second there! Sorry for panicking on you.

Nah, I should be the one apologizing. [he smiles at her. this sure is a harmless coincidence!] It's pretty nice of you to just run after somebody who's calling for help though. I mean, if I had been calling for help, which I wasn't.

[he has a tendency to shift around as he talks, and even when he's done he scratches lightly at the top of his head.]

[A small laugh.]

Well, I'm not going to just ignore someone who needs help. This place is kind of dangerous, after all. Are you new here?

Yeah, I actually just woke up here. That's why I'm looking for my friends.

I can help you look for them if you'd like. Oh, but you should eat the oatmeal in the cafeteria before you do anything else, though.

Yeah, the letter mentioned that, but this is kind of important.

[this is his wife he's talking about, after all.]

I wouldn't mind the help, though, if you want.

I wouldn't mind! Just promise me to eat the oatmeal after, okay?

[rory gives a little half shrug.]

All right.

By the way, my name is Minako, it's nice to meet you!

[Willow's sitting at a table in the library, leafing through some books, and looks up when she hears someone calling for "Amy". She gets to her feet and weaves through the stacks back to the stairwell, poking in curiously.]

Are you looking for someone? [she asks, always willing to help perfect strangers.

And since I'm a derp and forgot, it's worth mentioning that she has a large, healing scrape across one cheek, bandages peeking out from underneath the neckline of her shirt, and a splint on one hand.]

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[rory blinks at her--there's no way he doesn't notice her injuries, but he also wants to answer her question, and as a result his thoughts come out as one big jumble, as is somewhat typical for him.]

Yeah, actually, I'm looking for...er, are you all right?

Oh, um, fine, [she reassures him, a touch awkwardly. She tries to give him a smile, not wanting to make him worry.] I'm bandaged and healing and... all that. Nothing else to do.

But... I can help you look, if I know who you're looking for?

Right. Right, sorry, yes! [he reaches for his back pocket on reflex, only to abort the movement halfway and shrug helplessly.]

Er, sorry, I didn't think--this place got half the contents of my wardrobe but not my wallet.

[wow he is kind of just embarrassing himself now. he flashes her a nervous smile, takes a deep breath and tries again. this time he actually injects some confidence into his voice because this is important!!]

I'm looking for my wife, her name's Amy. She's ginger, very Scottish, hard to miss. Also my, uh, friends. The Doctor and River. Normally I'd have a picture, at least of Amy, but...

It's annoying like that, [she agrees in sympathy when he comes up empty on his wallet. Willow's usually the one making an embarrassment of herself in the conversation, so this is novel for her. She tries to put him out of his misery and ignore the inherent awkwardness in the situation.]

Sorry, I haven't seen anyone like that. There's a few of us gingers, but no one Scottish that I've met. Did you just here?

[It seems pretty likely if he's looking so aimlessly for his friends, and she's not looking forward to telling him that he might never see his wife again. Willow bites her lip in trepidation.]

Yeah, just a couple of hours ago...have people been here longer?

[it hadn't occurred to him that this could be a long time operation. maybe he thought the entire universe was blown up at once, or an elaborate scheme faking that much was taking place.

as for her not seeing amy, well, it was a big place, right? so he still had hope. for the moment.]

I've been here for months, [she says matter-of-factly,] I'm and by no means the longest.

[It's always depressing and hard to have to introduce someone to the tower, and she sighs.] I guess I should explain everything. Come sit with me? [She might be all bandaged up, but standing for any length of time still wasn't Willow's favorite activity right now.]

[rory hesitates for a second or two, but there's no harm in gathering information, and chatting up a...local...could potentially make finding amy a lot easier.]

Yeah, an explanation would be good right about now.

[She's relieved not to have to keep standing, and carefully hobbles her way over to the table she'd been sitting at, landing back in her seat. She nods across the table to an empty chair.]

Right, so... explanation. Um, first, my name's Willow, and how much do you know about alternate dimensions? [She should really start handing out business cards that say that.]

[Fado had taken to occupying his time in the island forest, sitting in the branches of one of the trees and playing his violin. When he heard someone calling out some names. He stopped mid-note, looking down from the tree towards the source and calling out a bit to him.]

Acquaintances of yours?

[similarly, fado's calling out prompts rory to actually enter the floor in order to find the source. he glances around as he enters, naturally failing to look up. so, unsure of fado's location, he answers tentatively.]

Yeah, I don't suppose they sound familiar?

[OK, Fado was kind of amused that the guy apparently couldn't answer, so he settled against the branch again as he spoke.]

Sorry, I'm afraid I haven't met anyone by such odd monikers; though "Doctor" sounds a tad general. [And he played another small strain on his violin.]

Er, yeah, you'd think so, but it somehow manages to work for him.

[and he finally looks up. what do you know, a guy in a tree.]

Oh!

[He let his tune fade out when the man finally noticed him. He sat up more properly on the branch and waved at him, chuckling under his breath.]

Hello there~! A new arrival, yes?

[rory waves back, because what else would you do in that situation?]

That obvious, huh?

[Gripping his bow in one hand and his violin in the other, Fado slip himself off the branch of the tree and landed on his feet on the ground.]

Though this tower is sizable, I find many are able to locate those they are familiar with it not too much of a time.

[He walked a bit closer and made a small bow as he introduced himself.] Though I am no healer, it is nice to meet new people regardless. I am Fado, of the Kokiri Tribe.

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