v i d e o; ○○3

[fairytaled]

I DID IT!

[ Back up, Amy Pond screaming into the screen! It's shaking and she's trembling and her hair is very wild and her eyes are bursting with excitement—a quick breather would do her some good, but it continues with a documentary style movement. There's the echoing of her steps and some shuffling. Papers, pencils, clacking and snapping on the ground.

She clears her throat, patting her chest. And swallows. ]

I did it, I made this, I—

[ An apple. She shows the screen... an apple. Carved with a smile. God, it's tiny. Sort of deformed; mutated. A brief moment later and she knocks it on the table. It sounds awfully hard. Like a rock? ]

Okay, close enough to the real thing, but I did it! I—




Doctor, are you listening? [ Did she filter this right? ]

Comments

[Video]

[hullo_sweetie]

That's certainly an impressive accomplishment, Amy.

[That's a sincere compliment]

[fairytaled]

[ Don't mind her playing it off as 'yea', I know.' ]

Yea', I know.

[ . . . ]

[hullo_sweetie]

How long did it take you to do that? If you don't mind me asking...

[fairytaled]

A few hours and few cups of... [ She shakes the mug sitting nearby, the final drop sliding out with an audible plop. ]

Whatever this is. [ —Too long. ]

[hullo_sweetie]

[She assumed the apple had to do with the Doctor, but of course she wouldn't say anything. Amy had told her best friend Mels all about the Raggedy Doctor, not River Song]

It took you a couple of tries I assume?

[fairytaled]

[ Still oblivious. Still oddly... 'whatever this is' with her. A space. Something blank when they lock eyes. ]

The first one is buried outside.

[hullo_sweetie]

Practice makes perfect.

[This would never stop being bizarre to her. Talking to a mother who didn't recognize her. Half of the time she didn't know what to say, especially considering what had happened in New York]

[fairytaled]

And from my 'perfect' to 'perfectly perfect.'

[ Heeeeh. ]

But you, can you do any of... this? What do you do?

[hullo_sweetie]

Me? I'm an archaeologist by profession. A professor now, actually.

[It's hard to describe what she does]

[fairytaled]

Even around here? [ This place, of all places? ]

[hullo_sweetie]

Not here, although that is something I've been meaning to look into. My skills for around here mostly include guns and the usual weapons. Plus that handy new power of mine, energy transfer.

[She frowns for a moment]

I've never really been good at crafts...

[fairytaled]

Ahhhah! Energy transfer! [ A beat. ]

Good ol'... energy transfer—it's no big deal. Crafts has always been a thing with me. I have a room full of the stupid stuff.

[ Doctor-related, of course. She waves off the memory. ]

[hullo_sweetie]

[She remembered. Especially the paper TARDIS, but those had been Amy's things. Mels had mostly watched with growing interest as young Amy spun her tales and made all those crafts]

That's something to be proud of too. I probably would have gone through a whole sack of apples before achieving the one you threw out.

[fairytaled]

[ Strange, looking at someone you know, but you don't.

But she really does look proud. A strange, weird proud. ]