[The feed cuts in on the doctor standing in a hotel room. It looks like your typical hotel room. Nothing special at all... except of course for Rory desperately trying to keep the door shut as something pounds on it, roaring on the other side. Amy kneels on the floor beside him, nearly in tears. A little girl who looks very much like a younger Amy (because, well, she is) sits silently on a suitcase by the window]

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((OOC: Long overdue canonbump for Eleven! Amy, Rory and regular text is Eleven.))

I've been thinking about the future lately. What is in store for us; what we plan to do; our hopes and our dreams. Please tell me, community, what do you want your future to be?

Hey DramaDramaDuck,

Guess I should introduce myself, huh? That's the thing to do, whatever, though honestly I suck ass at this kind of stuff.

So...sorry, but I guess I'll just get this the hell over with.

Yo, my names Kazuhiko Yukimi. I'm from Japan and I'm a writer. I write a magazine column reviewing restaurants, which is a pretty cool job, I guess. It pays the bills - barely - so that's good. Trust me, it's not nearly as glamorous as you might think, and that's saying something.

I'm also Yoite's roommate.

Guess that's it. Nice to meet you.