Application for Amelia Pond (Doctor Who)

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((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable.))


Amy Pond was getting used to abrupt arrivals in unfamiliar places, but this time was a bit disturbing. She didn't remember arriving here, and neither The Doctor, Rory, nor the TARDIS were anywhere in sight. The room had a disturbingly castle-y quality that reminded her unpleasantly of Venice.

"Hello?" she called out uncertainly, and was startled to see a quill pen lift of its own accord, taking down the word on a sheet of paper. Once she'd registered the mild surprise, however, she was delighted. What a charming device! Stepping closer to examine this wonder, she noticed the questions on the parchment.



State your full name.

"Amelia Pond," she responded almost automatically, before stopping to wonder who it was asking and why. But she couldn't resist continuing with the form, just to see, to find out.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

"Crowdie," she said with a faint sniff. Actually it wasn't, but she liked people to think it was. Scottish, and all that. Better than affecting a taste for haggis. "Why do I need a reason for it to be my favorite? People like things. It doesn't always have to be deep."

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

"What?" That was certainly a leap. "From cheese to killing? That's a bit of a steep progression, isn't it? Although I suppose if I had to choose, I'd say Barney." Not that she had any particular grudge against characters on American children's television, but a name like 'Carrottop' prompted a sense of ginger solidarity. If she'd known who he was, her answer might have been different.

3. What time is it where you are?

"Time." Amy laughed weakly. Time wasn't as definite for her as it used to be. "I don't actually know. It does sound silly, doesn't it?"

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

"What?" Amy exclaimed again, with real outrage this time. Perhaps she was a bit oversensitive on the subject. "I don't... I mean, I wouldn't, I'd never..."

Assuming she hadn't just survived near-certain death.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

"The Gondola Driver," she said, thinking fondly of Rory.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

Ouch... sore subject there. "I'm not an agony aunt, you know," she said with a bit of a pout. "Maybe Harry needs some time to sort it out for himself. You can't let someone else decide that sort of thing for you."

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

"It's just paper, isn't it? If it bothers you so much, get away from it. Get a new job. Move to a new city. Change your life."

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

"Useless?" That was an affront, even moreso when she realized that, while resourceful, she didn't have much in the way of quantifiable skills. "'m not useless," she said with a pout.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

"A bribe?" She looked down at her outfit. Neither the baggy sweater nor tiny miniskirt had pockets. She smiled a bit weakly. "What if I just said 'please'?"





I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______AP______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____AP______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ______AP_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _______AP______

Comments

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Oh I wouldn't worry about the bribe. Most of the students here are too barmy to even remember to ask for one." Donna Noble, Super Temp and former Companion to the Doctor, had a slightly sympathetic smile on her face.

"But here, take these if anyone gets too demanding." She offered a few of the polished stones she purchased at the gift store when the Doctor took her to visit Midnight. Was she holding out from the Hat? Absolutely. "A shiny alien rock should shut them up."

[ducklesspond.livejournal.com]

"Alien?" Amy asked with interest, tucking a stray lock of hair behind one ear as she leaned in to look. They were shiny indeed, not like the ones she'd seen, which could have come from any quarry on earth. "Where are they from? Is it where you're from?"

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"What, me? No, I'm not from any alient planet. I just went to this place called Midnight. It was beautiful, but I don't think my friend liked it as much. He had a bad experience on one of their little tours."

Donna sighed a little. She missed that wonderful, terrifying friend. "You don't seem very suprised about aliens."

[ducklesspond.livejournal.com]

"I've met a few in my time," she said, trying to sound worldly... or, rather, worldsly. Not to mention Prisoner Zero, lurking all those years... but that had been firmly relegated to Things Amelia Pond Does Not Think About. "Are you, I mean..." Now, this would be tricky to word, but it seemed somehow important. "I mean, if this really is Scotland, the actual Scotland on the actual Earth, then it's my planet. But on another planet, I'd be the alien. So, you, here... are we aliens?"

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

Donna blinked.
"No, we're on Earth. This is a madhouse, but we are in Scotland. I'm told there's a floop system that somehow lets you get outside of the school, to other places in England."

She didn't know much about the floo system yet. Soon though. A visit to Gramps would cheer her up. But first she had to find that skinny spaceman and save him from whatever misadventures he had gotten into while she was away.

[ducklesspond.livejournal.com]

"A... floop system?" That certainly sounded alien-y. "That's the only way out of the school? You mean people are trapped here?" Amy furrowed her brow. She'd begun to develop a taste for saving the day (or at least helping) and it seemed like there might be a need for it here.

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"We're all stuck here," Donna said, glaring at the door. "We don't have any say in being brought here, and some people are held captive. That Hat has the Doctor as some sort of prisoner and I have to get him out. Say," her eyes lit up, "why don't we try and get him out together?"

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((Neither of them has mentioned the Doctor yet?))

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

((Nope, Donna just blurted it out.))

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Amy stared at her, with far less incredulity than she would have if she hadn't met Turlough either. "You too? Is yours the one in the cricket outfit?"

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Cricket? No, he's a tall, skinny spaceman with absolutely mad hair and talks about a mile a minute. You know the Doctor? Have you seen him?"

[ducklesspond.livejournal.com]

If she'd been more specific, Amy would have been able to tell right away that Donna was referring to a previous iteration of the Doctor than she knew, but after her conversation with Turlough she thought it would be wise to clarify.

"Bow tie and tweed, flails amusingly when flustered?"

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Oh he flails all right, but most of the time it's in the middle of mad dashes all around. He doesn't wear any sort of tie, a dark suit, sneakers and a long brown coat. Is that what your Doctor looks like?"

Like Amy, Donna had been educated about the different incarnations of the Doctor courtesy of Turlough.

[ducklesspond.livejournal.com]

"No, definitely not. He looks a bit like he should be teaching maths."

A long coat might look nice on him, she thought.

[redhead-temp.livejournal.com]

"Then it's probably a different Doctor. Mine fancied sneakers, long coats and glasses. I'm not sure how different regenerations of him can run around the school at the same time, but it's probably the weird magic of this place."