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[pandoricas]

[Hello residents of turtleland, have one (1) Rory Willams looking at you through these console things. He's looking decisively uncertain about this, possibly wondering if making this post is even a good idea in the first place, considering one name he saw on the list...

But well, he's already started the recording, so stopping it now is kind of redundant. Rory gives another unsure look through the screen for a moment more before he pointedly clears his throat and starts to speak.]

Uh... hello, I guess. My name's Rory, I used to be a nurse from Leadworth, and I'm... married.

[Yeah, good job there Rory. Real smooth. Can you see how out of his depth he feels right now?]

So, um. From what I understand, we're not-dead... and on a giant turtle. [Quiet mutter at this point.] Why a giant turtle? Space whales are one thing, but... [Trailing off here for a moment now, as if lost in some other thought entirely, but Rory quickly shakes himself off it and focuses back on the video again.] I guess not being dead is good. I mean, it's not fun being dead. I don't like being dead.

[Rory, you're not making things better for yourself.]

Anyway--hello, I guess? Looks like I'm going to be stuck here no matter what, so I suppose its nice to meet the rest of you who are stuck here too. [Beat.] Here's to being stuck together? Or something like that.

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[faceofbeau]

[He recognizes the little dip for what it is; the mark of someone who's no longer with the Doctor. He's seen it before, in himself, in Martha and Mickey. And he lets it go, because even when you chose to leave the Doctor, it's hard, and he's not sure if it was a choice for Rory.]

Good times, I take it. [His smile widens, and he focuses on the good bits.] Wild adventures? Impossible situations?

[pandoricas]

[It was never a choice for Rory. The Weeping Angels took him before he could even say his goodbye; away from the Doctor, away from the life he had. It was painful to be wrenched away so suddenly, but there wasn't much he could do in the matter.]

Loads of that, yeah. [Smiling again, because - focusing on the good things was nice.] Had to go through two alternate realties as well, but I guess that's par of the course.

[faceofbeau]

I'm jealous; I haven't been to one myself, but I've known a few others who have. [Just don't ask him specifics, Rory. Not on a public channel at least.] I've been to plenty of different planets and time periods, of course. Been chased by a few mobs, seen some spectacular scenes. The usual.

[pandoricas]

[Nah, he won't ask. Rory knows better than that.]

Usual, huh? [At least he doesn't seem like he took your wife, Jack...] Seems like he does that to everybody.

[Its a bit surreal, thinking about it. Because it had always been just Amy and Rory, the Doctor and Ponds. That is up until Manhattan.]

[faceofbeau]

[Jack laughs slightly, amusement coloring his gaze.] No complaints. It just means that there's never a boring day with the Doctor.

[He has another thought, then, because the issue of the Atraxi is still in the back of his mind.] The aliens you mentioned earlier, the big eyeball ships... did the Doctor have anything to do with that?

[pandoricas]

Uh... I guess? That was the first time I met him myself; Amy met him before, but she was only a kid then and we all thought he was some imaginary friend she made up.

[How wrong was he proven...]

[faceofbeau]

Imaginary friend, huh? [That's a new one. He's a bit intrigued about how that came about, and one eyebrows raises a bit inquisitively.] Sounds like a story worth telling sometime.

[pandoricas]

It's not really my story, so... I mean, it would be rude if I said it without her around.

[Rory, the eternal henpecked husband.]