beta (and the whisper of fire)

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River's spread out over a section of the ground with notebooks and loose sheets of paper, along with several colored pencils and markers. The colored pencils are for attempting to sketch the positions of the various celestial bodies surrounding the plane. Those drawings are very precise, even pretty, but also covered over with half-finished equations and notations attempting to describe the would-be charts. It's not going very well. You can tell because she crumples up several sheats of paper before standing and disappearing off the plane.

Only to reappear in a huff to gather up her papers and. Well. Use a handy little lighter device from her reality to... set them on fire. Because that's the only way to cleanse them and start over again.

tl;dr: small fire on the Plane, 90-pound huffy teenage girl standing a little closer than is stirctly safe and glaring at it. Providing nobody feeds it more, it'll run its course and burn out on its own.]

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[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ This may or may not attract the mild curiosity of a Time Lord. She doesn't do anything with the exception of standing there, observing with her arms crossed over her chest. Her left eyebrow goes up but she doesn't say anything. At least not just yet. ]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[After a minute, River glances in Romana's direction, eyebrows raised a little expectantly, in case she wants to say something.

Or maybe toast a marshmallow.]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ Meeting her glance briefly before looking back to the fire-- ] That is one way of destroying documents efficiently.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Ashes to ashes.

[That's absolutely approval! Yes.]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

And dust to dust.

[ This girl was certainly a curious one. ]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She's so very not alone in that conclusion.]

It compresses the trash to manageable dimensions.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally, as per usual, is distracted by the mildly shiny] Hey! Ain't that nice? ...Were they evil papers though? 'Cause if not it might've been a bit mean to destroy them and that; ya might've set 'em free to the winds or somethin'.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

The numbers weren't balanced.

[And from the stern way she says it, it might be inferred that the papers were, indeed, evil.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Oh, mmmkay then! [Chirped with perfect brightness that suggest that she really agrees with that.]

[After only a second of thought she plops herself down and stares at the fire happily] ...Y'know, ya could cook things on that. Nice things like meat an' cakes an' soup an' stuff; S'always fun when ya do somethin' like that! Have ya got anythin'?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She glances at Cally in a way that sort of gives the impression she's thinking 'who are you and why did you eat the Bluebird of Happiness?' and then, abruptly, smiles. (Cheerfulness is contagious.)]

No. [She opens her hands a little in demonstration.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally didn't just eat the bluebird of happiness; she's probably related to it through some really weird rituals (Like the flu!)]

...Well, d'you want to have anythin'? 'Cause then we could have a party here!

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

A party.

[Repeated with distinctly uncomprehending inflection.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[With the utter cheer of somebody with years of experience dealing with linefacing people:]

Yeah! Ya have fun, an' ya get drinks an' food an' musicians an' stuff an' then ya get all happy an' dance around. 'S fun; d'you want me to try an' start one? Since a fire is the best beginning for these sorts of things.

...Well, actually, a birthday is- but fires work too!

[lamb_of_gold]

Frustrated?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

They don't line up in order.

[lamb_of_gold]

What doesn't?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

The stars. They should be quantified, in relationships and orbits. But they won't fit, they're overrunning each other.

[lamb_of_gold]

They are in rather strange places, although the constellations remain intact.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[But they're not workiiiiing. ._.]

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

River, dear, what are you doing?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It's a cleansing.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

Cleansing what?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

The numbers. They won't balance in the equations.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

[she's not the best at math and such, but she's still concerned because River seems upset by it]

I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. This isn't the 'Verse, after all. Maybe the equations are different?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

They should apply everywhere. Two plus two is always four, even in the black.