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Settling into a new home after life in the TARDIS was, Amy imagined, fairly hard for anyone who had ever traveled in the little blue box. Already she missed the space that the TARDIS offered, the amenities that always seemed to be right there when needed, the reliable people constantly in and out.

But she and Rory needed space, especially as a couple soon-to-be-wed, and while Amy was quite fond of the influence and diversity the Doctor and other companions brought to Molly’s life, a TARDIS, with all its halls and swimming pools, was not going to be the best of places when Molly began crawling. A smaller space would be better for the small family, at least for a little while.

It didn’t mean Amy was finished with her box just yet, though. Topsy-turvy as it was, she still returned to see just what of their leftover belongings she could find to bring to the new house. Today was one such trip. It wasn’t hard to find a babysitter for Molly, and her day had opened up just enough to allow a quick trip up to the TARDIS to check on things. With a few bags in hand--just in case something good had turned up since her last visit--Amy headed through the halls of Stacy toward the Hangar.

Time for some shopping.

[[ OoC: Feel free to encounter her anywhere between the City and the TARDIS. Just specify the place and maybe the time (catching her headed there or on the way back). ]]

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River had been a bit surprised, really, when she'd heard the Ponds were moving out of the TARDIS. She couldn't imagine voluntarily leaving the old girl, but then again, like the Doctor, she had a special connection to the TARDIS. She knew though, that it was the right decision for Amy and Rory to make. The TARDIS, with all her infinite space, wasn't baby proofed at all.

"Hello there, Amy." She caught up with her future-mother just as she was headed to the city. Perhaps some mother and daughter shopping would be a perfect way to bond here on Stacy? She did so love to shop and apparently she'd inherited her mother's fashion sense.

"Picking up the last of your stuff? I'd make another trip if I were you. Things tends to disappear inside the TARDIS closets from time to time, only to reappear in the strangest places. So if you're missing anything, it'll turn up."

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There were other reasons, Amy knew. They needed their space as a family, and the Doctor needed his own space to figure out the issues surrounding the mishaps of late. While normally Amy would be right there with him in putting the pieces together, care for Molly came first, and she really couldn't have the baby crawling around a place that might rearrange or delete rooms at any second.

Amy waved an empty bag proudly as River approached. "Almost done, we think," she replied, smiling wide. "There will be more tries, though. Still missing a few things that've probably fallen off into some hidden lake by now. It's either that, or we'll find them in the library some day, if we're lucky."

River shakes her head, oh the TARDIS had so many nooks and crannies to hide stuff in. "That or the bog that's in one of the closets. I do wish the Doctor would do a little maintenance on the Old Girl sometime. When he's not fumbling about with other things. I suppose I could give it a whirl, but you know how pouty he gets when I mess with his TARDIS."

She chuckles, recalling the look on the Doctor's face when she'd piloted the TARDIS right infront of him. That had been fun. "How's Molly doing?" She decides that's a safe enough subject. Molly, the little girl who was living the childhood that River hadn't had.

"Probably best that you stay out of it," Amy laughs in agreement. It's probably best that they all stay out of the way right now. The Doctor needs his time with his ship, and Amy isn't about to argue that at all. "He does get so puppy-dog-pathetic about it..."

It's adorable, really. Maybe not as good as Rory, but close. Very close.

"Molly's good." Perfect, shining example of a two-month-old, complete with spit up. "She's quieting down at night, finally, so sleep is getting easier for all of us."

Atom spotted Amy carrying her bags, and sped up a little to catch up with her. He was still wearing the cowboy hat and outfit he'd gotten on Geartopia -- if only because there wasn't much else to wear.

"Hi, ma'am. Do you need any help with those?"

It was a decently full load of TARDIS things, mostly Molly's, some Amy's own, a trinket or two of Rory's. Enough to get things moving for now. The rest could be fetched later, when she had help, but the current load would provide what they needed for the time being.

Of course, speaking of help...

Amy looked toward the sound of the offer, and smiled at the boy. "Actually, if you wouldn't mind, I could use just one extra hand for a small minute?"

Atom smiled. "Sure, no problem!" With that, he held out both hands, obviously expecting her to give him most of the bags. He could totally handle it!

"Where're you going?"

Amy wasn't about to overload a new volunteer, and so he only ended up with half of the bags. Enough to free her up some, definitely, and hopefully enough to make him feel like he was helping. Thankfully, they weren't heavy so much as awkward.

"Down to the city," she replied, grinning. "Moving day."

Atom didn't have much trouble with the bags, what with the superstrength and all (though holding so many did make them stick out rather comically from his arms). He moved to keep pace with her.

"You're moving down to the City?" he asked. "That's cool! Where to? I found Grand Central the other day, but it was all empty. And there was a big old castle with some gargoyles in it."

The sight was enough to make her smile, but Amy did her best to cover it with a nod to her new helper.

"I am, with my family." Terrific word, family. It made her feel a thousand times better about leaving the TARDIS, even if it did mean leaving the Doctor for a time. "We found a little house near the big clock house. Wait." Amy stopped and looked at him. Really, she probably shouldn't be surprised, but... "Grand Central? As in, New York?"

He grinned. "Yeah, that's right! But it doesn't look like it did when I was there. I think they took it from the past or something. But all the kiosks and stuff are there; it just doesn't have any passengers."

Atom shifted the bags a little to motion more freely. "Hey, that's neat! I've been to the clock house before. Is it one of those houses you have to fix up first?"

"Funny how that time thing works." Sure, Amy was used to travel through time and space already, but seeing bits and pieces from all times and places in one giant spaceship was still odd. Leave it to the Doctor to treat it like an amusement park.

Amy nodded. "We had to fix it up a bit, yeah. But it's nice now, and just what we need." Or so she would keep telling herself until it actually felt right and proper.

Unusual thing to say. Well, Amy had probably been here longer than he had.

Atom wrinkled his nose. "I bet it's way better than the nose beds, anyway. Those are kind of gross." And humid. And organic. And breathing.

Amy really couldn't help but laugh in agreement. "I've never actually slept on one of those, but I've heard stories..." Mostly from Jamie when he's being properly Scottish and raving about everything he can.

"Is that where you're staying, then?"

He shook his head, shifting the bags a little as he walked on. "Not any more. I tried staying there when I first got here, though. But then I found my old house in the City, so I'm staying there."

Too bad his family didn't come with his house. "A bunch of other people live there, too, I guess. They set up all kinds of stuff. There's this one guy who's a gargoyle who lives in the big stone castle with all the books. He has a dog, too, but it's not a normal dog. I think it's a gargoyle dog."

"I can't even imagine," Amy replied with a little shudder. "But finding a place to stay, especially one you know and recognize. It's a blessing in disguise."

She took a moment to look the boy over. He didn't seem very old, but if he was old enough to live by himself and still function, good on him.

"Er, Goliath, right? He helps with Security... Didn't know he had a dog, though." Gargoyle or not.

He was a little older than he looked.

"Yeah, Goliath. He said I could come over and read the stuff in his library. You know, as long as he was there. And yeah, his dog's name is Bronx. He's kind of scary-looking, but he's pretty nice, I guess, once you get to know him. He likes getting petted."

Ian liked the hangar. It was full of all sorts of vehicles from cars to spaceships. It was like some sort of cosmic showroom, except without being able to test drive anything in it.

And then, looking somewhat incongruous in the setting, was the TARDIS. "It really is here," he said, before spotting the young woman nearby. "I didn't really believe this was here." He supposed he might sound crazy, but it seemed like no one here was quite that normal.

Amy enjoyed the Hangar as well, and the sight of the TARDIS amongst the other ships always made her smile. Bright blue box, discreet as always. It was entertaining, almost, how little attention that blue box could catch, even when it was so out of place.

She didn't notice the nearby man until she was about to push on the TARDIS door. His voice caught her ear, and she whirled around quickly to observe him. He obviously knew the TARDIS. There was no other reason she could think of to stand in awe of a police callbox. Eyebrow raised, Amy looked from the man to the TARDIS and back again.

"I was impressed myself when I was told it was here."

"You've been inside?" he asked, before realising that was probably a stupid question. Police boxes weren't generally something people were impressed by, except perhaps if they were criminals and had been caught.

"I'm Ian. You're a friend of the Doctor's?"

Amy grinned. "A few times," she replied, fighting off the urge to wink at him. There were some people who had been inside the TARDIS for spring cleaning on Stacy, but he didn't seem to be the Forced Into Spring Cleaning type. Definite past-companion vibe.

"Amy Pond. I traveled with him for a time, before we ended up here."

"He smiled. "It's good to meet you." He imagined she must have travelled with him sometime after he left - it hadn't seemed like the Doctor had had anyone else on the TARDIS apart from Susan. "Do you know the version of him that's here or a different one?"

"The one that's here." As far as Amy was concerned, that was the only version of him, previous incarnations or not. There were too many strange things on this ship to consider anything or anyone else the Doctor. "What about you, then?"

"When I knew the Doctor he was an older man." He shook his head. "It's strange to see him so different. He never told us he could change like that."

"An older man? Like how much older?" Because while the Doctor was 907-years-old (he said), the idea of him being any form of old man seemed odd. Then again, Jamie had mentioned his Doctor being somewhat older as well, but if the older Doctor was the younger Doctor...

No, she didn't want to think about that. "I think he's gotten a little more open with it. This Doctor's...eccentric."

He shrugged. "He looked to be in his 50s." The subject of the Doctor's age had never come up. "He's always been a bit eccentric, I think. But he did open up more over the time we were with him."

Amy's not the only one who's come up with the idea to check in on the TARDIS. As she reaches the exterior doors, they swing open, and Jamie steps through from the console room. A large plaid blanket that's been made into a makeshift bag is slung over one shoulder, and from the looks of it, he's already had a trip through the time machine itself.

She needn't worry about there being nothing left, however. Catching sight of the bags she has, he ahs to himself, then nods in their general direction. "Hello, Amy. Have ye come to fetch some of your things as well?"

She has mixed feelings about the sight of Jamie with the bag. On the one hand, it means she and Rory weren't the only ones with the idea of making their own space, but on the other...

A small pang of guilt goes through her. All of them leaving. Necessity or not, it's a bit of a sore spot.

"Only a few for now," she replies, smiling at Jamie. "Not taking everything just yet. We need to make room first." It's hard, moving into a little house--and everything is a little house after living in the TARDIS.

If Jamie had his say, he'd not have left at all, bog in the wardrobe or no. But even he has to admit the TARDIS is not in the best of shape at the moment, and, well, sometimes things need to be done. Doesn't mean he likes the idea much either.

"Aye," he agrees. "I've been trying to work on the rooms in Victori...er, in our place so they'll be alright to live in. Although I'd not blame ye for taking your time with some of the larger pieces, anyway. It's not easy to get at some of rooms in here right now."

There's a pang of guilt of his own as he looks over at the doors to the TARDIS. He's still blaming himself at least a little for what happened to make it that way in the first place - and that's it's led to them having to move out. Taking a breath, he tries to put the best face on it that he can. "Besides, maybe it'll all be fixed soon and we can go back."

Unfortunately for Jamie, Amy is not very subtle at all about her entertainment at his slip of the tongue, and she gives him a nice big grin as he corrects himself. "And how is your place?" she asks, carefully enunciating the words and watching for reaction.

Business being business, though, she moves back toward serious easily enough, and looks thoughtfully at the doors of the blue box. "I think what I've been hoping is that it'll all sort itself back out by the time I get here to move more, and it never does. But the Doctor will get her back to normal soon enough." He always does.

Oh, she would find that funny. Jamie's mouth pulls off to one side at her amusement. "Look, I'll have ye know that it was up to her whether or not she wanted me there in the first place. She could have just as easily decided it'd be better to be on her own. It's not as though it's the same with us as it is with ye and Rory," he retorts, sounding slightly nettled.

But, like he usually does, he calms down after a few seconds. "Aye, I've been hoping that as well," he says, much more his usual self - although a worried expression appears on his face as he continues. "I don't know, though. There's not a time that I can remember that it was ever this bad. Not even when the Doctor had to pull out the time rod thing to stop us from suffocating."

Amy says nothing, just raises her eyebrows and gives Jamie a look that states that she very much doubts that the situation is unlike herself and Rory. At the least, it will probably be changing soon... Well, if half of the TARDIS crew has anything to say about it.

Poor Jamie.

"We've had a few problems before," she thinks, looking back through the doors. "They always seemed to sort out quicker before. Maybe it was that never ending adventure bit. But the Doctor will get it all sorted soon. I don't know that he'll know what to do with himself if he doesn't."

Jamie seems rather unfazed by the eyebrow raise, either oblivious to it or deliberately ignoring it. After all, it'd take more than half the TARDIS crew to get the situation in question to change. Especially if he has any say in the matter.

"Spend all his time making one of us hold something for him while he fiddles with it, most like," he replies instead, a hint of dry humour in his tone. "Although I'd not be surprised if he did that even after it's fixed so he can have things just so."

He follows that glance through the door with a thoughtful one of his own, then sets his blanket bag down, just inside the inner doors. "Look, I've not got anywhere I need to be in a hurry. Did ye need me to give ye a hand for a bit?"

The Doctor makes a calculated bump - as in he's in the exact, precise, not -a-centimeter-off perfect spot to conveniently bump into Pond. Pond 1. Or maybe just regular Pond now, since Rory's had to get himself unmarried and skipped the plastic thing too while he was at it and it's really a shame about the wedding unhappening as well. He'd loved that wedding -- excellent dancers, all those kids! Lovely cake too, bit on the heavy side for his tastes but the icing more than made up for it. Amy's "tiny little Dad"; brilliantly funny man, the Doctor had especially been fond of his joke about the fish and the gloves and he was sure there was a walrus in there somewhere.

He tries not to think of all of that gone. Amy deserves to have her family back. Her world is just...temporarily out of order.

Or that's what he'll say if she brings it up. For now the Doctor conveniently bumps into Amy and pretends to be surprised.

"Pond!" The Doctor breaks out into a smile, reaching out to pluck one of her bags from her hands. "There you are! Sorry about the bedrooms. Funny old girl, the TARDIS. Probably safer if you give me some time to get everything fixed."

After all, that man-eater of a library is still somewhere, nevermind the bog in the Wardrobe that he's convinced is getting bigger and bigger by the day.

Amy was glad to bump into the Doctor, purposeful or accidental or not. She definitely didn't want to make it seem like she was sneaking about to collect her things, because she wasn't, and running into him made it feel a little better. Not completely. They were still leaving him, as much as she didn't want to. Some things had to come before her raggedy doctor, and Molly was one of them. Rory too, of course, but it that was a given.

She lets him take the bag without protest, and gives him an entertained smile. Accidental, yep.

"Well, when a woman wants to redecorate there's no stopping her," she laughs, as naturally as she can manage. "Has she straightened out at all yet?"

He balanced the bag on the crook of his arm. With his new body he finds that he suddenly has a lot of, well, arm to go around. "Not yet. Still sorting it. Could be a few days. Maybe multiply that."

He doesn't want to tell Amy that the TARDIS isn't going to be easy to fix. It isn't often that someone with the Master's capabilities comes along and decides to have a go at the old girl and between that and being aboard Stacy in the first place, things have gotten complicated. The Doctor has to admit he's excited to roll up his sleeves on this one. He never did like easy. Easy means dull. But the thing with the TARDIS reacting so badly to the Master's touch means that he doesn't think it's safe for his friends to stay and so he's perfectly happy to help Amy with her relocating. And redecorating.

"Right! Which way?" The Doctor half-spins on his heel, pointing at a random direction.

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For a moment, Amy lets it feel like a normal day in the TARDIS. The Doctor here, looking excited for adventure, the TARDIS acting her quirky self, the need to rearrange a bit because of some big adventure. She has to allow herself these moments, she's decided, because there's no telling when the Doctor is going to up and leave her behind, like he has the others.

Enjoy it while you can, Pond.

And she does. She tosses the bags aside (they will hopefully still be here later) and bounces up next to him. "Let's try down there," she points, opposite of his direction. "Unless you've got a coin to flip."

(He can't promise they will be. You know how bags have a tendency to grow legs.)

The Doctor grins at Amy. Amy Pond. Ginger, adventurer, etc. He'd suspected she'd turn out like that while he sat in her kitchen teaching her what proper food looked like. He pats his pockets looking for a coin as he talks, "Thought I had a coin in here," he whirls on his heel and snaps his fingers. "That way! Good as any other way (probably)."

He isn't sure why she set her bags down. For a woman trying to move all this Stuff, she isn't being terribly efficient about it, is she? Humans. Them and their occasional bouts of non-logic. Still, anything is better than when they get so infuriating and logical and boring that it's almost possible to feel your brain melting out your ears. In fact, that's exactly how it feels. (He's even checked his ears for brain leakage after some of the most boring encounters - it's what any rational lifeform would do).

(If they aren't there, he can most definitely help her find some new ones to fill. And then fill them. ...on second thought, maybe not. He would probably fill them with all sorts of useless bobbles, and the last thing they really need is Molly exploring bobbles.)

"I don't think the coin would make much of a difference," Amy laughs. The ship is a maze of hallways, and if they went by that system they would inevitably have to break out the die at some point.

Shirking her bag-moving duty is easy enough for Amy. In the long run, it gives her more excuses to come back to the TARDIS, to visit the Doctor and check in on him. It's where they all belong, and where they'll probably all end up again in the long run. Temporary move, that's what it is. Why take everything all at once? Besides, they're obviously going to find some crazy adventure. Bags would only weigh them down.

(It should be noted somewhere that this observation on bags is true only most of the time. Amy does not doubt that, should a bag belonging to Mary Poppins come along, the Doctor would not hesitate in incorporating it into every possible adventure. A Companion for his pockets.)

The Doctor begs to differ on the coin. (Plus the bobbles! Because if you're going to explore bobbles, you really ought to start them out young).

He lets Amy choose where she feels is worthwhile to explore. He'd like to say he knows every twist and turn of the TARDIS after all the centuries but the truth of the matter is she's still burping up rooms here and there and he thinks he might've found part of the Pond's bunk bed run right through the wall in the Zero Room. Thankfully neither Pond was in it but! At least he found the bed! Or part of the bed. Actually it's more like half a bed. Maybe Amy can find a use for half a bunk-bed. She's a bright girl like that.

The Doctor walks after Amy, today feeling very fond of the human right now. This is the girl who has done more than wait. Amy Pond of the stars! This might not be her proper timeline. Maybe she won't ever get there. But he's proud to say at least she's doing very well for herself and he thinks that sooner or later she might not need him to go on adventures (although really, adventures are more fun when you have someone to adventure into the adventuring direction with).

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Lead the way, I'm following you on this one. :3