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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?"