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Post by River Song on Jul 18, 2011 21:05:12 GMT -5
OOC: The date thingie is trying to eat my post. Should be taking place shortly before the Plot Thread on Gallifrey, timeline wise, and for Riv's own personal timeline. <3
A pretty woman never failed to draw second, or third, or fourth looks in this end of town. Especially one in a short dress and long coat, and if it was one thing River Song was good at, it was drawing attention. Or avoiding it. Both really, but today she was in the mood for the former.
In fact, it was perfectly lovely today, considering yesterday she’d been up to her eyebrows in Raxacoricofallapatorius soil strata. Well, mud. Damnable monsoons. But, ah, the things a shower and a nice frock did for a girl's outlook. That, and a day of “retail therapy” and she might just feel like herself again.
It had never been said that River was a particularly delicate woman-quite the opposite, really, countless times-but something about the smell of that place just seeped into her skin and left her wanting to shake it’s dust from her boots as quick as possible. And there was no reason not to use the perfectly good, if nauseating, vortex manipulator still belted round her wrist, so early spring sun, and crowds, the sweet smell of young apple grass it was. She’d piled her hair up on her head in an artful mess, found the one halfway clean dress she still had, and would return to dig team satiated, satiated, and if she was very lucky, still slightly hung over.
She perched her broad, bug-eyed sunglasses on the end of her nose, eyeing a window display critically. Would she be able to hide a gun under that jacket? Hm…
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Post by Cypher on Jul 18, 2011 22:25:57 GMT -5
Cypher had wanted to visit the 1970s, even dug through the wardrobe that Bea had provided for. Everything seemed to work perfectly. That was until they landed and Cypher found herself look out from the wardrobe. This was not the 1970s, it was... Remarkable. She clilmbed out of her ship and shut the door and locked with her spare key that the TARDIS had provided for her. She was thankful that she hadn't crashed this time. It was progress!
She found herself looking a bit stupid as she watched the flying cars, she guessed they were officers of the law and she sinked down into the ground layed back. The grass smelt odd, like apples. She loved that smell and roses. Oh it was wonderful. It was a few minutes before got up and felt something odd in her pants pocket it was a square object. Cypher wasn't far enough away to not sense what Bea was trying to give her. Oh, it's money! Splendiferous!
Cypher picked herself up and shoved the odd thing into her pocket which seemed to be a pocket universe of its own. She hadn't taken her time before making it into the city itself. It was painful obvious that she was not a native, if not her clothes. Cypher regardless of it was excited as she passed several shops, the outfits were very different and she loved them all. She didn't think Bea had any of them on the ship though.
"This is out of the world," She muttered excitedly. Cypher could help but notice a jacket in the window. It was very nice.
Outfit: Clothes
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Post by River Song on Jul 30, 2011 2:54:41 GMT -5
The girl was small-ish and ginger-ish, and that wasn’t anything terribly odd, her clothes certainly were. In fact, everything about her looked a little out of place. River wondered if she was ever that young.
Well, of course she was, she’d heard the story after all, was even there for some of it, Demon’s Run and the Doctor’s cot and all that. Still, she didn’t think she looked quite so innocent, even as a babe.
It was a bit disconcerting, truth be told. But a very timely reminder of why she did what she did. Oh, not the mucking around in hip deep sludge, that was just for fun, mostly, but the flirting and fighting across time and space and all that. Actually, that was mostly for fun, too, but she was also good at it. Had be bred, sort of, and trained for it, and if there was one less child out there that could say that, it was a good day.
She wondered if her clothing was a sign of changing trends. The swinging 60s-or was it the 70s, she’d never been that partial to either era.
Or maybe it was a bit more Country Mouse meets City Mouse? Oh, please don’t be a runaway! That’s not at all how she wanted to spend her duvet day.
No, something about the girl was tickling the back of River’s mind. Something she should remember, but had lost among the detritus of her life.
“Hello, sweetie. Brilliant, isn’t it?”
The clothes, the city, the planet itself, it was all pretty brilliant. Human kind marching on, as the Doctor was wont to go on (and on, and on) about. At great length. The best kind of vacation.
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Post by Cypher on Jul 30, 2011 6:47:14 GMT -5
"Oh yes!" Cypher said with a wide grin. "I've never quite seen those designs before, though I may have made a wrong turn at the thirty-first century," She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it was for her, or people would think she was mad, she didn't mind.
"I am in the year Five Billion and Twenty-Nine aren't I?" Cypher asked, dredding the yes. Mostly because her ship was scheming again and briefly wondered if all ships did that. You want to go right and they veer you left, simply because they're older and wiser than you. If she had known her ship was going to plot against her, she may have chosen to follow Romana in her ship instead.
There was something about this woman before her, it seemed odd, but her senses were still growing and she didn't know what it was. It was like she was crossing something. Did she cross her timeline? No, she'd know if she was meeting herself and she didn'think this was her. Cypher was going to need to dive more into all those books in the library.
"Have we met before?" Cypher asked curiously wondering what was going on to make her feel a bit distracted like this. "I'm sorry, how terribly rude of me. I'm Cypher." She said extending her hand.
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Post by River Song on Aug 3, 2011 19:16:20 GMT -5
A wrong turn at the thirty-first century. She said it so casually, the girl had to be a time aware of some sort. And River was pretty positive the Time Agency didn’t take ‘em that young. Not that they didn’t do a myriad of worse things, but they did have a reputation of respectability to worry about.
“Mm. Give or take, yes.”
It was a short list-very short-and the girl didn’t look like a Cyberman, or a maniacal pepperpot. Could be Faction, though, and that was never, never good.
Course, she could be Monan, or even Human. Not Trod, though, thankfully. Or Korven. Or Gallifreyan, of course, but that was about as likely as a Dalek with a conscious.
Not that the girl didn’t look Gallifreyan. Not that there weren’t piles and piles of spoilers and things there. But still, River could count the number of Time Lords she knew on one hand, with change left over. And small and ginger didn’t cover any of them.
The tickle at the back of her mind was growing very insistent.
River smiled, soft and reassuring. Nothing to worry about here. Better to do a bit of reconnaissance for now; after all, no reason to worry about a paradox before seeing a biodata sampler, and all that. Besides, there were any number of planets where a simple handshake was a gesture of goodwill. Larger, even, than the number of planets where it was a prelude to war.
And then she tossed it all out the window.
Cypher. Of course.
She had moved to accept the girl’s hand when that little tickle kicked her upside the head and left in a huff.
“Cypher?” The humoring smile turned into one of real, honest joy. The slightly guarded air disappeared entirely.
“Look at you, all ginger-and I have a friend who may just be supremely irritated with you for that-and young. The youngest I’ve ever seen you, I think.”
She was almost right, which is about as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike, and sometimes infinitely worse. But, Cypher was one of those few Time Ladies she did know. Well, sort of. Her past was about as long and convoluted as River’s own. Either way, she’d have to learn to stop discounting the species just because someone still thought he was the one and only.
“But you don’t remember me, do you?”
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Post by Cypher on Aug 4, 2011 3:16:05 GMT -5
"I was actually aiming for the ninteen-seventies," Cypher admitted as the shock wore off of the woman before her. "Hence the clothes," She admitted and wondered if her ship had a Sombraro to wear and a nice long scarf like Romana's.
Cypher was surprised, very very very, add a few more veries to the surprse. "Oh you know me?" She asked with a wide smile. She was surprised, she didn't remember this woman, but perhaps she knew her in her first life? That would be a nice thought. Maybe someone that could tell her what she was like before, she was 96 years old, but didn't you get the ability to Regenerate at 500? It left a lot of sticky questions for her and maybe this person was the one that could tell her.
"I am sorry, I had a messy regeneration, don't remember a thing from my first life. Once I was healed up in the Zero Room and Romana gave me the run down of everything, I am kind of going from scratch. So how do you know me?" She asked curiously. Her Time Sense was just developing but could sense something odd about her and familiar at the same time. It was a bit like an odd itching at the back of her mind.
Something told her the possibility tree around this woman was as dis figured as plastic on an oven, things were a bit more set around her, but at the same time... It could be completely rewritten over like a 20th century CD-RW. Mentally she wanted to laugh, all the 20th century Earth metaphors. She briefly wondered if she has spent a great deal of time on earth if she had knowledge of this.
"But it is a pleasure to meet you again River," She added. "Or have we met out of order? I heard that sometimes can happen from the books I've been reading."
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