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[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

Wilderness Filter

[Meta may look relaxed outwardly, sitting on the stump, journal open on his lap, unmoving as he records the more interesting dictated entries into his audio logs for future reference. Beneath the surface, however, under the helmet, the AIs are all but still. Speculation, anticipation, and strategy. Giddyness and a resounding, malicious patience.]

[At this point he was only paying peripheral attention to Amy, seemingly to have forgotten her at the moment. He purred, deeply, as something in the journal caught his attention. ]

[His guard was down. Or, it was misdirection. It could also be that he just didn't believe Rory to be any sort of challenge, and hardly worth the effort of posturing. Whatever the driving force behind it, that was the scene that Rory would find.]

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[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[Rory's too far gone to notice this. His vision sputters as whatever passes for his internal systems try to restart one last time before finally going dead. He falls over onto his back with a sick thud, eyes closed, unconscious. Offline. Powered down. Broken battery. He's not sure what it would be called, were he awake, but it doesn't matter. He's motionless and unresponsive and that's that]

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

[Amy flinches, hard, as Rory hits the ground and the OH MY GOD the Meta just THREW HIS ARM AWAY LIKE A BROKEN TOY--]

Rory!

[she pulls herself over to him, unaware that tears are streaming down her cheeks, a sharp throb of pain shooting through her stomach but she ignores it; he looks like he's unconscious but robots can't pass out. Can they? He can't bleed... can he even be in shock? She jostles him with her good hand, then slaps at his face]

Rory--wake up! Turn back on!

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[sorry, Amy. Nothing. His face just limply rolls to one side when slapped. You don't even get the reassurance of a pulse to let you know whether or not he's still alive (or able to wake back up)]