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adventdrabblesTitle: 'Office Party'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory Williams
Rating: G
"Have you seen the Doctor anywhere," Rory asked, shouting to be heard over the loud music being piped over the offices' PA systems.
Amy leaned in, hardly able to hear him. "I lost track of him five minutes after we got here," she called. A passerby bumped her, almost causing a domino effect as she was bumped in turn into Rory.
A few hours earlier, the Doctor had landed them smack in the middle of a random corporation's office Christmas party, charming his way past any thought of contacting security personnel. Everything since had been hustle and bustle, squeezing through crowds of merrymaking secretaries and executives, dodging mistletoe-bearing strangers, and generally having a chaotic time.
Pulling his wife aside into a relatively quiet corner, Rory wondered: "How the hell are we going to find him in this mess?"
She shrugged, fanning herself--for all that snow was falling just outside the nearest window, the crush of activity and people inside made the building almost roasting. "Just look for whoever seems to be having the best time," she suggested.
With that criterion to guide them in their search, it was surprisingly simple to locate the Doctor. He turned out to be leading a conga line through a maze of cubicles, a Santa hat plopped on top of his head, singing carols at the top of his lungs.
"Come along, Ponds," he shouted when he spotted them. Buoyed by his typical enthusiasm, he waved them toward the line encouragingly, before losing himself in his fun.
For a moment, Amy and Rory settled for exchanging slightly puzzled glances. Then, as a unit, they shrugged and joined the line.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory Williams
Rating: G
"Have you seen the Doctor anywhere," Rory asked, shouting to be heard over the loud music being piped over the offices' PA systems.
Amy leaned in, hardly able to hear him. "I lost track of him five minutes after we got here," she called. A passerby bumped her, almost causing a domino effect as she was bumped in turn into Rory.
A few hours earlier, the Doctor had landed them smack in the middle of a random corporation's office Christmas party, charming his way past any thought of contacting security personnel. Everything since had been hustle and bustle, squeezing through crowds of merrymaking secretaries and executives, dodging mistletoe-bearing strangers, and generally having a chaotic time.
Pulling his wife aside into a relatively quiet corner, Rory wondered: "How the hell are we going to find him in this mess?"
She shrugged, fanning herself--for all that snow was falling just outside the nearest window, the crush of activity and people inside made the building almost roasting. "Just look for whoever seems to be having the best time," she suggested.
With that criterion to guide them in their search, it was surprisingly simple to locate the Doctor. He turned out to be leading a conga line through a maze of cubicles, a Santa hat plopped on top of his head, singing carols at the top of his lungs.
"Come along, Ponds," he shouted when he spotted them. Buoyed by his typical enthusiasm, he waved them toward the line encouragingly, before losing himself in his fun.
For a moment, Amy and Rory settled for exchanging slightly puzzled glances. Then, as a unit, they shrugged and joined the line.
