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[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[it's been a while since Rory has been to the Plane, though to be fair...with the combination of the universe's reboot and his sudden re-existence in said universe leading to the loss of his memory, well...can't blame a guy for not coming to a place he couldn't remember. well...he did get married and all. besides, life with Amy and the Doctor is never dull, so he's been kept busy.

that could be why it's taken him so long to notice the graffiti hidden in Amy's and his room. somehow, he finds himself on the Plane after seeing it, feeling both surprised and scared (though 'scared'...is for another reason entirely), and stops short of entering the kitchen, instead pacing back and forth.]

No, this is stupid. Just forget about that dream and the graffiti. Forget them! [he stops for a moment, then lets out a little angry, frustrated sound and starts pacing again] He'd probably want to hear about it though, and I have no clue how to explain that damned writing, but how else could it have gotten there? And that woman... No, no, no, it's just a dream! [he can already tell that if he told the Doctor about having those dreams constantly for the past few weeks, Amy would eventually hear about it and then things would be awkward. Amy's the only woman he's ever dreamt about before...so why did that change? did that woman put the writing on their wall somehow? ...is that what travelling with the Doctor entailed now? dreams coming to life and no Dream Lord or psychic pollen in sight?]

[he stops again, eyeing the kitchen door purposefully] Okay. I'll just...tell them I came to find something to remove that graffiti. [he nods purposefully] Yes, that's it. Graffiti remover! ...In a kitchen... [his shoulders slump a bit. It sounds so lame.] Right...

[a pushed open door later, he's inside the kitchen, making a beeline for under the sink. it only makes sense that if there's a kitchen, there's some sort of solvent or something that'll help remove wayward paint. instead, he finds a small bowl of wrapped chocolates, their foil wrappers shining thanks to the bit of light coming in over his shoulder.] Huh, okay... Sweets under the sink now, is it? And...[looks around a bit more before standing]...nothing else. Wonderful.

[with a slight kick of his foot to shut the cabinet door, Rory continues to regard the bowl for a moment before he shrugs and takes a chocolate, setting the bowl down on the counter. absently, he unwraps it, popping it into his mouth as he contemplates where something like that might be in this kitchen. of course...he could just look around the TARDIS for some, but he'd rather have the stuff on hand now than have to go hunt for it later. at least the chocolate is good.]

[ooc: Rory has eaten some of the dreaded candy! And...well, nothing outwardly seems to have happened. However, since Rory is afraid of losing Amy and never seeing her again, he's now lost all memory of her and physically won't be able to see her. Gotta love the Plane~]

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[oliverplus]

[Oliver enters the kitchen just in time to see Rory with the candy, and after what he witnessed happen to Eithan, that panics him just a bit]

Rory, stop! Don't eat that!

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[startled, he jumps away from the candy bowl, looking straight at Oliver with wide eyes] What?! [he swallows what he has in his mouth] Couldn't you have said that sooner?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver skids to a stop, eyeing Rory warily] Sorry! Um...how do you feel right now?

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[cautiously] Fine...? [looks around a bit, then shrugs his shoulders] Yeah. I think. Maybe a bit thirsty.

[oliverplus]

Okay... [he's still wary, but hopeful] Maybe that wasn't the right candy.

So, uh... [he scratches his head, embarrassed--a move which reveals one bandaged arm, actually] How's it going? [he smiles sheepishly]

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[admittedly, he's pretty confused about the whole not eating candy thing, but figures maybe Oliver's trying some strange new diet or he had a bad experience with foil-wrapped chocolates once.]

[yeah, that movement definitely catches his eye] What was that? [points at Oliver's arm] Were you hurt?

[oliverplus]

Huh? Oh, yeah. [Oliver lowers his arm self-consciously, as though that will somehow deflect Rory's attention] It's just a burn--it's not bad.

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[deflection tactic is not effective! Rory steps towards him] Oliver, when a burn is to the point of having to wrap it up, it is bad. But I can help. I'm a nurse.

[oliverplus]

[embarrassed] Well, it's healing all right...

Wait--I thought you were a guard? And, you know, a Roman. Legionary. [you get a new job every time he sees you, Rory]

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[he starts scratching his temple] Uh, yeah, it's really complicated. I was always a nurse. The, erm, Centurion and guard thing were just...additional...things... [yeah, words kinda fail him for this brief and non-helpful explanation] A lot's gone on since I was last here. [short pause] And before I even came here.

It's a long story.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver raises an eyebrow, but that's confusing enough that he can only think of one clear question] So uh...when are you from, anyway?

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

2010. AD, if you're wondering. Not BC or whatever.

[he kinda feels like you're distracting him on purpose from your wound, though] But here, it's probably time to change your dressings anyway. I'll go get a few things from the TARDIS and get this treated nice and proper, okay?

[oliverplus]

[surprised] Really? I'm from 2006!

[what, him? never! actually, in this case, it's more like he forgets about it as soon as something having to do with someone else comes up] Oh, uh... [fidgets, uncomfortable] You really don't have to do that...

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[And in comes Marta! She was going to practice some cooking oh goddess, help any poor soul in a 5-mile radius but she's come to a sort of conclusion that she shouldn't do so when there are others around. So when she spots Rory, she's caught a little off-guard, and end up standing in the doorway and staring for a second.]

O-Oh! Sorry, I didn't think anyone was actually in here!

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs] Nope it's just, uh, just me. No one else--unless someone can fit in one of these cabinets--[he points at them]--but I kind of doubt that.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[That makes her smile, amused.]

I don't know, there are some small people that come to the Plane. [Like she's one to talk, little miss short, young and skinny. She steps inside, letting the door close behind her.] Are you looking for something?

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[he might have been thinking along those lines, but decides to keep that to himself.] Ah, yeah, actually. Figured there might be some cleaner in here somewhere, but I found some sweets instead... [points at the bowl of chocolates on the counter]

Bit weird, don't you think?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Sweets? [She blinks at the bowl.] Under the sink? [Processing... she wrinkles her nose, making a face like it's really a bowl full of gross vegetables.] You're right, that's pretty weird. You didn't eat one, did you?

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

Um... [he silently, sheepishly, puts the foil wrapper into his pocket] No. 'Course not. How gross would that be...?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Exactly! It would be different if it was sitting out on the counter. [Nod!]

But, um, you were looking for cleaner? [She tilts her head to one side.] You mean, something other than just soap?

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, soap doesn't...really seem like it'd be enough to remove graffiti. Sometimes doesn't do a proper job removing all germs either. [pulls a little face] I'd know.

Did you--I mean, were you about to do anything here?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

So... what do you use other than soap?

Oh! I was... [She blushes. A lot. And she laughs, somewhat nervously.] Nothing! I wasn't going to do anything important. It's okay!

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

Chemical cleaners, mostly. And a brush of some kind. Something to scrape the paint off. [yeah, you can probably tell he hasn't really done this...]

[he frowns] Well, there's not much you can really do in a kitchen...

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

So chemical cleaners are better than soap? Is that what you use for everything? [Actually, probably not. Though he can probably tell that she hasn't exactly heard of anything for cleaning things other than soap.]

Well... no. Um, you could eat. Or, well... you know... cooking. [Somehow, her cheeks manage to turn even brighter red.] Or... trying to.

[dissedthesonic.livejournal.com]

[sheepishly] Not usually, definitely not on our bodies. [shrugs a bit] Well, some aren't harmful... Anyway, the other cleaners are for other jobs.

Were you about to make something? [looks around at his current location in the kitchen] Am I in your way?