21 December 2012 @ 11:04 pm
[ The video starts just as Amy draws back after having kissed someone, lips slightly pursed and a rather satisfied expression on her face. ]

So — this curse again, yeah? The birds are a nice touch.


[ ooc; She'll be around the City! Catch her in the park, while she's Christmas shopping, or in a café. ]
 
 
11 November 2012 @ 03:09 pm
( There's a little girl peering at the screen, face serious. )

I still don't know where I am, or why, and if anyone sees my aunt, you should let her know that I'm here, yeah? But does anyone have proper food? Because fishfingers aren't breakfast.

( She stops, frowning a little. ) I fed all the bacon to the cat.


( ooc; So Amy is little Amelia Pond for the weekend. Come say hello. She may be wandering around the City as well, so action is a-okay, too. )
 
 
03 November 2012 @ 02:38 pm
Am I back? ( A beat. ) I'm back, aren't I? 'cept it's busy. Is it one of those weekends? Does that mean I'm just visiting, then?

( Yes, this is Amy Pond, sitting down on the edge of the fountain — a little older. ) How long has it been? Bucky? ( A painfully hopeful expression. ) Doctor? Doctor, are you here?



(ooc; Anything goes for Amy. Also, she's back from being canon updated, and she's a few years after The Angels Take Manhattan now. )
 
 
03 October 2012 @ 05:50 pm
( Click, silence—

When Amy finally speaks, her voice is almost even, though her voice breaking at the end betrays her emotion.
)

The Doctor's gone.



( ooc; Replies may be slow because I shall have a visitor soon, but I just had to get this up ;; )
 
 
23 September 2012 @ 05:20 pm
No curses and the weather's still sort of all right. That calls for one thing and one thing only. ( Amy's grinning broadly, turning the device so her location becomes obvious: she's at the beach.

Someone's been building a bit of a bonfire, there's a wild assortment of beach chairs and blankets, bottles.
)

Got alcohol, blankets and s'mores. So, who's up for a bit of a party?

Oh, and while I'm at it. Opinions on clichés, go. Utter nonsense or there for a reason? What d'you think, City?
 
 
15 August 2012 @ 07:17 pm
[ Amy is playing with Wanda. The cat has her claws on the piece of string but Amy pulls it out from under them. ]

Ha! Didn't think you'd get the better of me, did you?

[ Success! Victory! ... Which means that she cannot resist the urge to get to her feet and cross the distance to the Doctor (11), kissing him.

Avert your eyes, children, there may be tongue.
]


[ ooc; feel free to catch her around town as well if you want smooches ♥ ]
 
 
06 August 2012 @ 08:25 pm
[ The video clicks on to reveal two familiar faces: the City is, once again +1 Scottish redhead and +1 floppy-haired bow-tied Doctor. Even if said Doctor is currently hiding the floppy hair under a sombrero.

They're both grinning wildly.
]

Do you want to do the honours? I think you should.

[ The Doctor looks pleased, taking a deep breath and then he is doing a truly remarkable impression of a drum roll. While Amy is not giggling. Really. ]

Guess what, City? We're back. Did you miss us?

[ A beat. ] You better have. Roll call, who's here? Barnes, you better not have left while I was gone or I will confiscate all your alcohol.
 
 
17 May 2012 @ 08:52 pm


amy-pond
detention again. we need to work on not getting caught @bucky-barnes @clint-barton
#worthit any plans for tonight everyone?
2 minutes ago



[ action for Bucky, Clint and anyone who else who might be stuck in detention... or if you want to run into her on the way home? ]
 
 
14 May 2012 @ 02:14 pm
[ Amy's at work, tending bar and for a Sunday night, the drinks are still flowing freely and there's a sizable crowd.

There's some people hugging, but, well. They're just drunk, right?

Right.

She doesn't mind until someone actually takes her arm when she hands them a drink, pulling her into a hug over the bar.
]

Oi. Stop that. [ A beat. ] What's that all about, then?


[ Backdated to around midnight. Also, feel free to have your character be the one who hugged her. ALL THE HUGS, okay. ]
 
 
17 April 2012 @ 02:23 pm
[ Amy's sitting on the floor in the hat store / detective agency. There's a deerstalker in her lap full of tribbles. Multiplying tribbles. There's a couple other hats around, and she's clearly collecting the small animals in the hats.

Plucking one off the floor and holding it up to peer at it.
] Hey, so. You guys just keep getting more, yeah? Weird.

[ A pause, and the drops the tribble in the deerstalker and picks up another one. ] Guess I shouldn't talk about weird, though. I mean, this place. We were on the Titanic this weekend. The Titanic, seriously, and it sank. And I died. Again. [ She makes a face. ] No more pleasant the second time around, 'm telling you. Guess I prefer getting shot to drowning, though.

[ Scratching the tribble under the — well, what might pass for a chin if it had any distinctive features other than furry and purring. ] And I'm still alive, so maybe I shouldn't complain, yeah?

[ Dropping this one in the deerstalker as well, before she turns. The hat is full. ] Doctor, say, can't you sonic them so they stop multiplying? They're not wood!


[ ooc; wanted to get this up because tribbles! and also dying on the Titanic.... but fair warning, I might not actually be around much till Thursday, so. Backtagging might happen? ;; ]
 
 
01 April 2012 @ 03:11 pm
[ The same bar as in Bucky's video, but this time the feed shows the wood of the bar, some coasters placed on it, and Amy Pond.

A guy comes in, tall and broad-shouldered and quite handsome, and Amy gives him a long and obvious once-over.
] A 7.5 on a scale of one to Rory.


[ ooc; cursed with Hot or Not, oh yes. Replies may be a little slow since I'm pretending trying to study. Have at her. ]
 
 
25 March 2012 @ 05:42 pm
Everyone just needs to stop dying. [ Amy sounds angry more than anything, but it's mostly a defense mechanism. Deep breaths, and then she continues, a little more calmly. ]

Look, I know they look like pepper potts and pretty useless but seriously. They're dangerous, okay. Believe me on that one.

So. Unless you're actually invincible, just run away. Don't play the hero and for God's sake, don't die.


[ Yeah, so I just posted a hiatus, but— it's Daleks and Bucky died, I couldn't not post. I'll be around today, but after that, well, I hope you're all okay with backtags ;; ]
 
 
22 March 2012 @ 08:38 pm
So, what the City's saying today is we smell, yeah? Is that it? Because I gotta tell you. I worked as a perfume model. I don't smell.
 
 
07 March 2012 @ 09:55 pm
Really, City? All I wanted was a hug from my best friend, is that too much to ask?
 
 
19 February 2012 @ 10:24 pm
[ — and then two figures fall through the portal that leads from the desert city to the glass citye, disoriented for a moment before catching themselves.

Except.
] Rory!?

[ Cue Amy looking around frantically. ] Rory— Rory didn't make it? [ Turning. ] We have to go back.


[ ooc; Yeah. Rory's gone home ;; ]
 
 
12 February 2012 @ 09:59 pm
All m'sayin' is that films in the future are crazy. [ Bucky's voice sounds far away for a moment, muffled against the backdrop of explosions coming from the television. He moves, obscuring the view of the clearly accidental video, lifts Amy's feet off the couch by grabbing on to the end of her jeans and sits, laughing. The bottle in his hand is then passed over. ] I don't get half the stuff they're saying.

[ Amy's laughing, kicking her feet up into Bucky's lap and taking a long swallow from the bottle before settling it on the couch, careful not to spill any. The next words are accompanied with grand hand gestures. ] 's all explosions and car races stuff. The dialogue's not important, anyways. [ For a second, she frowns before it smoothes out again. ] Hey. Is there still pizza left?

[ Waving a hand towards the box-table in a way that is clearly meant to be I have drunk too much to formulate directions. ] Okay, but no, still lost. [ Tipping his chin to the side, even as he snags up his glass. ] What -?

[ The start of Amy's next sentence is drowned out by a loud moan coming from the TV and Amy never finishes the sentence, eyes widening. ] Huh. I didn't know they had sex in this one. [ And then, as if to prove that she is well and truly drunk, Amy giggles. ]

[ Bucky's mouth falls open, because he is still a 1940s boy, and no matter how experienced he may be, it's still pretty strange to see it on screen. ] Are we gonna have t'arrest ourselves, Ames? 'Cause I knew a guy who kept blue movies and - jesus christ. [ Where is that bottle? ] Is she s'posed to be able to move like that?

[ Amy — who had just stopped giggling, thank you very much — takes one look at Bucky's face and starts laughing again. ] 's not even porn. No arresting. 's not illegal or anything. [ She turns back to the screen, watching intently for a moment. ] I bet I could do that. [ Filing it away for later. Rory, you better still be awake when she gets back. ] Seriously, Jaime. Don't look so shocked.

[ He chokes on that mouthful of booze, thank you very much, then starts laughing. ] You're not picking the film next time, 'kay? I don't think I can handle it.

But you'd make me watch stuff in black and white. I watch black and white movies with Rory, 'm not doing that with you. [ Pouting. Also, stealing the bottle back from Bucky. ]

So bossy. [ Letting her take it, because he has to stop Crepe from climbing over the table to get to the pizza, which means he accidently powers down whoever's device has been running with the corner of his palm. ]



[ ooc; blue is bucky, red is amy and you are witnessing drunk pizza-booze-movie night. you're welcome, city. ]
 
 
08 February 2012 @ 10:12 pm
[ click ] —and it's dark. Seriously, c'mon, there's almost no lanterns around here, so no one will see. And I bet the water's warm now.
 
 
31 January 2012 @ 06:40 pm
[ The video feed clicks on, showing a room, a little dusty and not too large, rows of shelves filled with hats of all sorts along all walls. There's a desk in the middle, and it has Amy Pond pacing diagonally through it. ] Okay, yeah, but we gotta. Promote it somehow, right? Can't have a detective agency without clients, right?

Posters! [ There's a crash from somewhere off screen, before something is flung across the room. ] That's how they did it in the old days, massive posters. With slogans. We need a slogan, something cool.

[ The video doesn't pick up on Amy rolling her eyes, but it's obvious in her tone anyways. ] Posters, Doctor? Really? That's so— no. no. This is the 21st century, yeah? Or like it, at least. We should make a post on the network. [ Pausing just a moment. ] But we need a slogan, yeah. And a name.

What's wrong with posters? [ He sounds wounded, wandering into view, with his fingers curled around his braces, straightening himself up. ] I've always loved a good poster. Of -- what do people have posters of, anyways?

Posters are for teenage girls with crushes on movie stars or little girls who like ponies. Or boys who like cars or naked girls, I s'ppose. We're not gonna do a poster. [ All the frowning ]

[ Abandoning that in favour of tripping forward, crossing his arms over his chest and looking unimpressed. ] But I really wanted a poster. [ A sigh. ] Let's get on with this then.

Yeah, all right. [ Grinning now ] So. Hey City. You've heard, yeah? Detective agency, we need cases. We're— Pond and Smith? Smith and Pond? Detectives, anyhow.

And we are going to solve all your mysteries, big or small, weird and wonderful, strange and spooky. Just leave it to us, honestly, it's what we do.

[ — and the feed clicks off ]



[ Red is the eleventh Doctor, green is Amy and Pond and Smith is now open for business. Give them cases! Lost a fez? Searching for your pet pig? Want to know what your neighbour's cat gets up to at night? Or why there's a crack in your wall? Call them! ]
 
 
28 January 2012 @ 06:51 pm
Oh, 's this again, is it?

Well, honest, I don't mind. Rory's back, and the Doctor's here - three of them, but also the one I know, finally, so. Yeah, no, I really, really don't mind.


[ ooc; She already knows there's a TV show about her, so... y'know, do your worst. ]
 
 
18 January 2012 @ 10:29 pm
i can't decide whether i feel sorry cause you seem to need pointers, or enjoy the amount of jokes I could make.

really. hit me with your best shot. bet i can tell you a thing or two.

[ filtered to the Who-crew and open to Bucky ]


Rory's gone.



[ Okay nobody panic, Rory's coming back. But Amy doesn't know that. So, have some denial and an obligatory sex post, really. ]