02 - Ink and Paper

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[look who's on the Plane!

River, all tucked up into a large, overstuffed armchair, turned to one side so that her legs can hang over one of the arms. She's clean for once, no dust or dirt or much of the universe -- her hair is freshly washed and pulled up with a pair of hairsticks. There's a small table to her right with a hot mug of tea.

She's occupied with scribbling in a familiar blue journal]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Tea today?

[peers around as if expecting to find chunks of dirt or bits of pottery somewhere around her]

Bit of a change from what I've come to expect.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[she knows what a shower is, thank you!]

What's that?

[she isn't looking up]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Just...

[gestures at her posture]

Relaxed like this. I don't think I've ever seen you still.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[she glances up at him]

You can't see everything, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

All that is, was, or could be? Sounds like everything to me.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

Except for all the parts in between. All the dust and dirt and past you prefer to scoff at.

[she's still writing]

Except for me.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You think I don't see you?

[sniffs a little, then rubs the back of his neck]

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

I think that you see what you need to at the time.

[and she's still scribbling away]

I think if you'd seen me, even at little? You would have known it wasn't what I would chose for myself.

[yes, we're back to that]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Are we really back to that?

Would you have rather just not lived? Nothing at all? Now, at least you have a life.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she's eyes that journal] What are you doing?

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[she would, wouldn't she! River glances up briefly, then returns attention to the page at hand]

Writing in my journal.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[well it looks like her, so of course!]

Why does it look like that?

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River closed the journal for the moment]

It came from a museum that had an exhibit on post modern fairy tales.

OOC:Because I actually wrote this story!!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[frowns faintly] And that particular faerie tale?

[ooc; I am so not surprised!]

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

The Doctor and his blue box, traveling through endless skies.

OOC: I needed to know!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I am not a box. I am not a faerie tale.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River glances up sharply, finally seeing. She smiles]

You're someone that lingers. That people tell stories about long after you're gone. You're bed time tales and part of the lore of a community.

[a sharp, amused glance]

And you are rather box shaped.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni will be leaning on the armchair with a slightly wistful expression] Ah, I miss armchairs.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River's brow knits slightly]

Have they gone extinct where you are?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Sort of, the only ones I have are made out of webs.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[a curious tick to her features]

Spider webs?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Giant spider webs, technically.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[It's a cozy scene, and Ace isn't sure she should intrude. So she stands back a bit and watches.]

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River pauses from her writing to glance up at the newcomer]

Hello there.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Looks at the notebook]

Don't mind me if you have something you need to get written down.

[Her words and actions are at odds as she walks a bit closer. She will back off, though, if River says she needs to work. Ace can understand and empathize with that]