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.]

[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.]

[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. ._.]

[lamb_of_gold]

...You'll grow used to it.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Her face crumples a little, abruptly.]

Don't want to.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Oh balls. ]

It's simply how this place works.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[GIVE HER SHINY COLOURED THINGS?

But, yeah, not helping.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[SIIIIGH]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[._. ._.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Uhhh, he's wearing shiny armour?]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Not helpful. ._.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Such a disheartened look does not suit you.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She attempts a tiny smile.]

[lamb_of_gold]

There you go.