「time is waiting. 」

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Character(s): The Doctor and Amy Pond (tardytardis and dreamedofspace)
Location: Dollet
Rating: PG-13 for Amy's Scottish mouth. c:
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Geronimo!

[ Come along, Pond! was written on a pamphlet of Dollet, with a wide circle around the picture of the beach. He'd sent Skitty to deliver it to Amy, since, of course, he tried to stay as far away from Amy's dorm as he could. To him, she was a married woman, but to her, well... it seemed like she was still stuck before the events of the Pandorica. which was, of course, bad, in a normal sense, but this wasn't normal. they were in another dimension, in another world. it was very bad, indeed. However, the Doctor stood on the beach, enjoying the sea breeze as it tossed his hair and blew in his face. He'd omitted his tweed jacket, for once. It was far too warm for it. he was, however, prepared. with his mind. maps? pshaw. who needed maps when there were locals? ]

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[sharp]

[ Despite coming back to a robotic cat circling about her room (and making her curious enough to chase it), Amy was up and and out and ready to go in seconds flat. Beach? You kidding? 'Course! Maybe this place wouldn't be all that bad after all. They were already getting holiday.

Everything would have been peachy except the Doctor forced her to change. He flailed and flustered the moment she tried stepping out in a swimsuit! It was either wrapped in a poncho of a towel or "proper" clothes. So, after a series of grumbles and groans, she reluctantly settled for a tank top and shorts. Who wears short shorts? ]

This is Rio.

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Well, Dollet, but close enough. [ he tosses a small piece of seaglass into the air, catching it in his hand before slipping it into his pocket. ] Ready for an adventure again?

[sharp]

[ her hair whips about in the breeze as she turns toward him. she tucks it back from her face, revealing that she's all smiles. ] 'Course! What were you thinking?

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Oh, that you wanted to study, cooped up inside. No, now, come on!

[ he's as happy as she is, considering he's rushing ahead of her. ]

Try and keep up with this old man, eh?

[sharp]

Oh, please. You wish!

[ she skips forward, and then starts running a bit to catch up. ]

Where are we going though? Have you been here before?

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Never, not at all, completely new to me and you!

[ as he slows down into a walk, he does a little spin to take in their surroundings. ]

Brilliant.

[sharp]

Seriously? Well, that's a first.

[ suddenly she feels even more excited about this - maybe a little nervous, too. just a bit. she follows him, but turns slower as she observes everything. ]

It's like its own little village. There's even a pub.

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Yes, which you're staying away from until the end of our tour.

[sharp]

[ rolls her eyes at him. ]

'Kay... What's the first stop on our tour then?

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How about their harbor? Maybe they even have this world's equivalent of fish and chips!

[sharp]

Ooh. Yeah. I'm starting to get a bit hungry anyway.

[ starts off again, but turns around when she remembers something. she points back at him, smiling. ]

No custard though.

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[ he laughs and lifts his hands into the air. ]

No custard. Just fish and chips.

[sharp]

Good. Come on, then.

[ grabs his hand and she's off. amy pond is on a mission. although, she's not exactly sure if she's heading in the right direction. she just goes back toward the beach. ]

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[ she's close enough--he stops her, and points to her left. ]

Over there. Can see a cafe.

[sharp]

[ her arm jerks back and she turns. ]

Ooh. 'Kay.

--Hey, look at that. It's so cute. Let's sit outside, yeah?

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[ breathes in deeply; he thinks about it. ]

No chance of rain 'til the morning; pick a spot.

[sharp]

[ because she'll take the risk of many freckles for a bit sunlight. ]

Thanks, Mr. Weatherman. [ takes a seat at a nearby table. ] All the more reason to anyway.

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[ looks over at the menu. hmm... ]

Well, that sounds like fish and chips... hm. Seems a tad bit more Japanese.

[sharp]

[ furrows her brows, tilting her head. ]

Yeah, what is all this? I'm not sure I know. Suppose we should just try it.

[ because meal is on him? eh, eh, eh? ]

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[ you're lucky this time, Amy. ]

Two of that, then. [ so he goes to order. ]

[sharp]

[ she'll treat him at the pub. ]

Thanks.

[ laces her fingers and rests her chin on them, glancing around. ]

We only have the one day here, right?

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[ so he can spit it back into his glass? ]

About. So we're making the most of it. We've got to keep out of trouble.

[ a pause. ]

Where do you want to sonic and enter first, Amy?

[sharp]

[ ... so she can drink more for herself. ]

Badly? [ laughs. ] I don't know. I most definitely want to go back to the beach later. But whatever else there is. I saw some shops, but I'm sure there's got to be something else hidden - you know, something for you to sonic into.

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[ gives her a grin. ]

That's the spirit! Come on, now, this is a city, there's got to be something important. We'll find that out in a mo'.

[sharp]

Got to have some back alleys and underground rooms, right? [ puckers her lips and lifts her eyebrow. ooh mysterious. ] ...VIP parties. Or something.