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]

Comments

[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]