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mayfield_logs2012-05-16 02:19 pm
catsandcorpses) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-05-16 02:19 pm
now we'll see what she's made of
Who: Molly Hooper and Rory Pond
What: Becoming acquainted with their new famiry.
Where: 435 Peepers St
When: May 16th
Warnings: Derp and awkward.
And so Molly Hooper found herself waking up in a curious little tract house, somewhere she was certain she'd never been before. The room was cute, quaint, rather old-fashioned looking with a double bed, half of which she currently occupied .The other half was rumpled, covers pushed back. Clearly, someone else had already been here. That in itself was alarming; who in fact was she meant to be sharing a room with? Blinking against the morning sun, Molly pushed back her covers and dressed in a vintage-style dress hanging off the closet door. Not her usual thing, but cute enough. A framed photo on the dresser caught her eye; her, some random bloke with his arm around her, with a kid. Alright, whose idea of a prank was this? Someone good with Photoshop, obviously.
She sniffed, smelling coffee, and followed her nose out into the hallway. Molly crept toward the kitchen on tiptoe, bewildered, slowly starting to panic in these unfamiliar surroundings. And then she found herself standing in a sunny kitchen, staring at a man. The man in the photo, to be exact. She gaped for a moment, before coming to her very polite, English senses.
"Erm, sorry, hi. Where the hell am I?"
What: Becoming acquainted with their new famiry.
Where: 435 Peepers St
When: May 16th
Warnings: Derp and awkward.
And so Molly Hooper found herself waking up in a curious little tract house, somewhere she was certain she'd never been before. The room was cute, quaint, rather old-fashioned looking with a double bed, half of which she currently occupied .The other half was rumpled, covers pushed back. Clearly, someone else had already been here. That in itself was alarming; who in fact was she meant to be sharing a room with? Blinking against the morning sun, Molly pushed back her covers and dressed in a vintage-style dress hanging off the closet door. Not her usual thing, but cute enough. A framed photo on the dresser caught her eye; her, some random bloke with his arm around her, with a kid. Alright, whose idea of a prank was this? Someone good with Photoshop, obviously.
She sniffed, smelling coffee, and followed her nose out into the hallway. Molly crept toward the kitchen on tiptoe, bewildered, slowly starting to panic in these unfamiliar surroundings. And then she found herself standing in a sunny kitchen, staring at a man. The man in the photo, to be exact. She gaped for a moment, before coming to her very polite, English senses.
"Erm, sorry, hi. Where the hell am I?"
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No, hang on, not a drone greeting, that was a where the hell am I in his kitchen. Rory Williams did Molly the very gracious courtesy of freezing to gape at her with his mug halfway to his mouth.
"Oh. Hello. I mean, good morning. Not that it's probably a very good morning to you, sorry." It occurred to him that in his previous stay here, he'd never actually... explained Mayfield to a new person in the household. Rory blinked and set his mug on the table. It would be for the best to not... not mess this up. Wouldn't it? "Um. I'm Rory. And I'm afraid you're in Mayfield."
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"Right, okay. Sorry, Rory, is this some sort of...reality television programme? Because I've got a job, and a cat, and I really can't be here right now." God, was she going to have to call in a favor to Stamford? There had to be a law against kidnapping someone onto a reality TV show, hadn't there?
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There were probably worse ways to put it. Had to be.
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"Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Molly. Doctor Molly Hooper, if you want to be technical, but please don't." She never saw the point in demanding to be called 'Doctor' all the time, anyway. She wasn't a real doctor, she didn't save lives or anything. It was just a silly title, and anyway it didn't matter much now that she was here.
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"I mean, I spent the better part of my first morning arming myself with a phone. You can sit down if you'd like, I can get you a cup of coffee or... find some cereal. I'm Rory, by the way. Rory Williams. And I'm a nurse, actually, so. That's something. We'll probably be working together."
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She laughs, but it's a bit hollow, humorless. "Doubt it. I spend my time with patients on slabs, not beds."
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"What do you mean, there's no morgue?" She seemed to reconsider then, holding up a hand and posing a different question instead. "What exactly...is this place? Some sort of reconstructed town, or something? Everything looks...vintage."
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"Mayfield is apparently a town in the nineteen-fifties. America. There's a pretty big lot of us who've been brought here, I don't know how. People from- different places. Non-Earth places."