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eighth dream | joint video
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sharp[ Suddenly ginger on your network. But no hellos or witty greetings. Amy Pond looks a biiiit panicked at the moment. ]
So, it's definitely daytime, right? It's really, actually light outside. I'm not going mad, yeah?
[ It's just after noon, and the sun is high in the sky. And contrary to her statement, she sounds like maybe she has, as her eyes flicker up every few seconds to something off screen. ]
Right. 'Kay. Then somebody please explain what that is?
[ Finally she turns her NV around to the opposite side of the baseball diamond, where the dugout is. In the shadow of the small concrete structure stands a darkness monster (it looks more like a giant dog), crouching and pacing, all snarls and spit from its roped-like mouth, looking ready to charge. Something is holding it back though. ]
Not sure I want to find out! Doctor!
[ And someone else manages to pop onto screen, not all that far off. And that someone happens to be one very cool looking Doctor. And he doesn’t look concerned. Not that he’s noticed the monster yet. ]
Amy, you don’t need to yell I’m perfectly capable of hearing—
[ and he sees the creature. ]
Now, what exactly are you? Wait. Don’t tell me. Are you an ood-dog? I can tell. You’re definitely an ood-dog.
[ and he’s moving steadily closer to the creature, sonic screwdriver in hand. ]
Doctor, no. What are you doing?
Not to worry, Amy. He might look terrifying, but like the Ood, he’s perfectly harmless. You know that, we’ve met one. …Will know that, and actually, he wasn’t in the best of moods since he was mind controlled by—
[ He’s cut off mid-sentence as the so-called “ood-dog” whips out one of its tendrils and grabs onto the sonic screwdriver. The feed shakes as Amy jumps, grabbing the Doctor's arm, fearing he might lose it. ]
Right then, maybe he’s not in the best mood either.
[ After a few more tugs, the Doctor manages to get his sonic screwdriver out of the creature’s tendrils. And as if the Doctor needed to say it… ]
Run!
( ooc; amy and eleven. the shadow event strikes! responses will naturally be delayed until they've dealt with the monster. action is welcomed though! )
So, it's definitely daytime, right? It's really, actually light outside. I'm not going mad, yeah?
[ It's just after noon, and the sun is high in the sky. And contrary to her statement, she sounds like maybe she has, as her eyes flicker up every few seconds to something off screen. ]
Right. 'Kay. Then somebody please explain what that is?
[ Finally she turns her NV around to the opposite side of the baseball diamond, where the dugout is. In the shadow of the small concrete structure stands a darkness monster (it looks more like a giant dog), crouching and pacing, all snarls and spit from its roped-like mouth, looking ready to charge. Something is holding it back though. ]
Not sure I want to find out! Doctor!
[ And someone else manages to pop onto screen, not all that far off. And that someone happens to be one very cool looking Doctor. And he doesn’t look concerned. Not that he’s noticed the monster yet. ]
Amy, you don’t need to yell I’m perfectly capable of hearing—
[ and he sees the creature. ]
Now, what exactly are you? Wait. Don’t tell me. Are you an ood-dog? I can tell. You’re definitely an ood-dog.
[ and he’s moving steadily closer to the creature, sonic screwdriver in hand. ]
Doctor, no. What are you doing?
Not to worry, Amy. He might look terrifying, but like the Ood, he’s perfectly harmless. You know that, we’ve met one. …Will know that, and actually, he wasn’t in the best of moods since he was mind controlled by—
[ He’s cut off mid-sentence as the so-called “ood-dog” whips out one of its tendrils and grabs onto the sonic screwdriver. The feed shakes as Amy jumps, grabbing the Doctor's arm, fearing he might lose it. ]
Right then, maybe he’s not in the best mood either.
[ After a few more tugs, the Doctor manages to get his sonic screwdriver out of the creature’s tendrils. And as if the Doctor needed to say it… ]
Run!
( ooc; amy and eleven. the shadow event strikes! responses will naturally be delayed until they've dealt with the monster. action is welcomed though! )
