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ten_fwd2015-02-14 11:30 pm
and_she_waited) wrote in ten_fwd2015-02-14 11:30 pm
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Operation: Amy Pond's Blind Dating Service is a go!
The redhead has been sitting at a table for a while now.
She hasn't made a fuss or otherwise stood out too much, but the keen eye will know she's been looking more gutted as the minutes tick on. Not so long ago, her husband left the ship* — all fine and well, he's gone off to find the Doctor and their way back home, though why Amy couldn't go with him is still beyond her. She's actually hoping that Q character shows up so she can punch him in the nose.
He doesn't, though. But you know what does start happening? Happy, smiling faces. People falling in love (like really in love, what's that about?). Romance, dinners. Is it Valentine's Day?
"Oh, bollocks," she mutters, because now she misses Stupid Face even more.
She can't be the only one, though. Lots of people here have been taken far from home, lots more even who don't have anyone they know by their side. For a moment she takes some comfort in that, but then it gets her thinking. What about that lot? What are we supposed to do when all these people are mooning over each other in plain view?
She looks to the left. She looks to the right. And then Mrs. Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams climbs up on her chair and stands on the table and shouts so the whole room can hear her.
"All right, everyone! Listen up! Lots of us spent Christmas on this boat away from home, so I say if we're gonna be stuck here for another holiday while everyone's spoutin' love at each other, maybe we should get to know each other better. Those of us who're here alone or separated from our loved ones, that is. Well, anyone! Point is, Amy Pond's Dating Service is now open! If you want to meet someone, today's your lucky day," she says, with a grand sweep of her hand.
She dismounts and strides over to the bar to see if she can get some serviettes to write on. Oh, right. Paper isn't much of a thing here, is it? To the replicator it is.
A few minutes later, there's a sign sitting on her table in colourful reds and pinks, and she's holding a clipboard in her hands.
~*BLIND DATING SIGN-UPS*~
[ *There will be a PL posted soon with more info about that! ]
She hasn't made a fuss or otherwise stood out too much, but the keen eye will know she's been looking more gutted as the minutes tick on. Not so long ago, her husband left the ship* — all fine and well, he's gone off to find the Doctor and their way back home, though why Amy couldn't go with him is still beyond her. She's actually hoping that Q character shows up so she can punch him in the nose.
He doesn't, though. But you know what does start happening? Happy, smiling faces. People falling in love (like really in love, what's that about?). Romance, dinners. Is it Valentine's Day?
"Oh, bollocks," she mutters, because now she misses Stupid Face even more.
She can't be the only one, though. Lots of people here have been taken far from home, lots more even who don't have anyone they know by their side. For a moment she takes some comfort in that, but then it gets her thinking. What about that lot? What are we supposed to do when all these people are mooning over each other in plain view?
She looks to the left. She looks to the right. And then Mrs. Amelia Jessica Pond-Williams climbs up on her chair and stands on the table and shouts so the whole room can hear her.
"All right, everyone! Listen up! Lots of us spent Christmas on this boat away from home, so I say if we're gonna be stuck here for another holiday while everyone's spoutin' love at each other, maybe we should get to know each other better. Those of us who're here alone or separated from our loved ones, that is. Well, anyone! Point is, Amy Pond's Dating Service is now open! If you want to meet someone, today's your lucky day," she says, with a grand sweep of her hand.
She dismounts and strides over to the bar to see if she can get some serviettes to write on. Oh, right. Paper isn't much of a thing here, is it? To the replicator it is.
A few minutes later, there's a sign sitting on her table in colourful reds and pinks, and she's holding a clipboard in her hands.
[ *There will be a PL posted soon with more info about that! ]
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After a moment. "Got no idea where that is, which is saying something. Or that it don't exist in my world. So what's the more fun answer?"
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Amy happens to think she's a great matchmaker.
"Eh, Leadworth isn't anythin' special," she starts, waving dismissively; "just a speck on the map. Some days I wish I had no idea where it was. I grew up in Scotland, lived with my aunt, and then got kidnapped by a madman in a blue box who's taken me on adventures all across space and time."
How's that suit for a fun answer?
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"Lots of specks on the map don't look like much, til you go there."
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She's not so against Leadworth now, but it's still a tiny town in the grand scheme of things, and after travelling with the Doctor it's hard to feel satisfied there.
"The Doctor's not the kind of bloke you meet every day. He's a Timelord, in case you were wonderin' about that question earlier. And he's my best friend," she adds after a pause.
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She's playing with her pen now, chin in her hand.
"Bet I'm the first one to ask if you were one, though," she adds a moment later, eyes sparkling.
(Maybe she's fishing for a compliment.)
"So when you say you're older than you look, you're sayin' you're... thirty-five?" she casts out again.
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"That you are, clever girl and all" Sam agrees. "But closer to a century and some than thirties."
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One has to be clever if one is to manage the Doctor.
She'd figured the sum would be a bit higher, otherwise there'd be no mystery to it. But a century and some? He gets perhaps the expected reaction out of her.
And then a pause.
"What do you use for skin care?" she asks, half in jest and half quite serious.
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And then there's a pause.
"Wait, are you serious?" she asks.
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"You've been to the fountain of youth? The fountain of youth?" she hisses, palms flat against the table.
"You know where it is?"
You have her attention now, Sam. What an adventure that would be!
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Figures they'd tear out a natural wonder to make another rail line. That's one place she's never been with the Doctor, if it even exists in the universe she's from.
She wouldn't put it past him to lie about it. As if it would be so bad, a human living forever.
"So you still earn the benefits, lucky that," she nods.
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(Maybe that's just a theme with all the very old men in her life.)
"Well, I think I have enough at any rate," she says, shuffling her papers.
She holds out her hand. "Pleasure doin' business with you, Sam. I'll be in touch."
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She plans on finding him a good match, already jotting down a few notes as he leaves her table.