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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[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.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Most do not even know I exist. Less care that I do. If I exist in such stories, it is only because my Doctor creates them.

[though she smiles faintly at that]

It has become a comfortable shape. It does not mean that is what I am. Nor does it explain your interest in me, to have such a journal.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River nods, understanding. Her smile is a little wistful, but tinged with understanding. She's gotten used to this part]

You don't know me, do you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Should I?

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[her gaze flickers back to the journal]

You should ask the Doctor that.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[frowns]

If I do not know you, perhaps I am not meant to.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River can only laugh at that]

Perhaps you are right. But that means the mystery of my journal will remain unsolved.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I dislike mysteries. I dislike not knowing. You seem to have some understanding of what I am. You must know that, as well, then.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[she tucks back an errant bit of hair]

I guess if it bothers you enough, you will ask the Doctor, then.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[purses her lips] You are an annoying woman. But perhaps you are correct. We shall simply wait and see.

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River just laughs]

Thanks for the compliment.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she just blinks because way to be confusing, River. way to be confusing]

[everybody-lives.livejournal.com]

[River can only laugh]