Memory Corrupt General Log

[ourlittlehelpers]

Who: Everyone
What: Memory Corrupt Event
When: Friday, June 1st to Tuesday, June 5th
Warnings: Please put any and all warnings in subject headers.

[It's strange. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something different about today. Not only might you feel different but your families, your friends, practically everything is different.

Can you remember a moment more peculiar than this? Actually...

What do you remember?]

Comments

[soveryhuman]

[ Rory the actual Roman has had worse weeks.

He supposes life could be worse than everyone acting strangely, really. Seen it before, he'll probably see it again, and it won't last forever; nothing to be particularly upset about. Provided nothing tries to kill him, at least.

So, not particularly fond of his chances.

No longer a nurse to his knowledge, Rory is down to finding something more important with which to occupy his time after he's attempted some sort of conversation with his new family. Namely, finding Amy Pond or the Doctor and fanboying tripping all over them for a while. Maybe trying to shuffle into the library for something interesting. Definitely stopping to feed ducks. What, he's not just fond of Amy Ponds. Duck ponds are nice, too.

God he misses having a sword. What happened to having purpose in life. :| ]

[godcomplexed]

Rory!

[You're getting a fierce hug from a skinny Time Lord.]

damn you wielding matt smith's precious face

[soveryhuman]

Doctor! [ Still awkward to hug 2012 but to hell with the police. dokidoki MANLY BACKPATTING, MY COMPANION OF WAFER-LIKE PHYSIQUE. ]

I was looking for you.

arthurrrrr

[godcomplexed]

[Wow, you're not much less wafer-like! STFU RORANICUS.]

Really? Well, I was out looking for you. So now we've both found each other. Brilliant.

[soveryhuman]

Right. Brilliant. [ aaaa

aaaaaaah you still exist this morning

No okay though FOCUS. Important day to be serious probably. ]

And you're, uh- you're well?

[godcomplexed]

I think so! I feel well.

Why? Has something happened? I suppose Mayfield is about due for another ah... happening just about now.

[prods him.]

Are you well?

[soveryhuman]

[ S- scoff. ] Of course I am. I'm resilient.

[ Greatest military machine in the universe okay!! ] It seems like we might be in for another... happening, though.

[godcomplexed]

Yes, I do think we're...

No, no, no. I just said that.

[soveryhuman]

Oh, right. Of course. [ Worst at impressing space and time travelers, Rory, just the worst. ]

And- Amy Pond? Have you seen her?

[godcomplexed]

I'm not her keeper.

Really Rory, she's your wife.

[soveryhuman]

[ SHUSHING. DRAMATIC SHUSHING. And okay, a little bit of looking around just in case Amy is prepared to swoop down from on high. ]

You can't just say things like that! [ Way to spring a ginger-proposal on a man, mister TARDIS. Maybe he doesn't know her that well but he knows her well enough to know she will hit him if she thinks he's telling people they're married.

Are there more terrifying things in the universe than beautiful women? Yes, sure, but those can be battled. :| ]

[godcomplexed]

[Staaaaaaaaaaares at him.]

I can say what ever I like! You're not... Well, I suppose you are in a sense. But let's not talk about that.

Really.

Let's not.

What's wrong with you.

[soveryhuman]

...nothing? [ Look man I am like 30 percent sure there is nothing wrong with me. ]

[godcomplexed]

There's definitely something wrong with you.

[Sniffing at your shirt now Rory.]

[soveryhuman]

[ Leaaaaaning back. ]

Doctor? What are you doing?

[godcomplexed]

Something's not right. You're acting strange. You're not supposed to be strange, you're supposed to be normal. Rory Williams, the normal boy.

[LICKS.

HIS.

CHEEK.]

[soveryhuman]

[ YOU TAKE TWO STEPS FORWARD HE TAKES TWO STEPS BACK

and we stay separated because

AUGH

TIME LORD GERMS ]

Don't do that!

[godcomplexed]

Well, you taste normal. Perhaps with a bit more olive oil than usual, blargh.

[wipes his tongue on his sleeve]

What have you been up to in the past few days?

[soveryhuman]

[ oh god how does he know if I taste normal oh no ]

Uh. Well. What I usually do... I think. I mean, there's not really a lot to be up to, is there? It gets repetitive. [ It lacks a lot of marching. Which was also repetitive, but had the plus of an end goal approaching. ]

[godcomplexed]

That's alright, didn't figure you were up to much. Just wanted to pretend I was being polite.

[Claps him on the back.]

[soveryhuman]

Not very surprising. [ If you were a Roman soldier, your ass would be grass. ] Some people don't pretend to have manners, you know.