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» WHO? river song + open
» WHEN? september 1
» WHERE? observation deck, bar, medical
» WHAT? arrival + investigation
» WARNINGS? tbd

observation deck

( stars could tell you a great many things. stars gave you locations, they gave you time. stars told a story.

to river these stars were silent. it wasn't just that they were unfamiliar, a part of space or time that she hadn't visited, but that she can't tell anything about them. her sense for that sort of thing wasn't as refined as the doctor's, a man that could sniff the air and tell you everything around you. river could to an extent but here-- it was strange, an almost repulsive feeling. a fixed point in time?

it didn't stop her lingering, fighting against the feeling to try and find out something. there was always some way of finding out where you were )

the bar

( there was one thing that seemed to be certain wherever river went -- bars were a good source of information. people drank, people talked, sometimes they traded information but always there was something to get... or overhear.

she'd taken a seat at the bar, left hand by the drink that she'd gotten, right resting lightly on her legs. she was starting to feel the pain from the break even more now and whilst river was good at putting it off, focusing on something else, it was distracting. working with one hand, trying not to jostle the other was difficult.

but her mask was solid. to anyone that passes she'll ask, with perhaps a hint of flirtation ) So, how long have you been here?

( she'd gotten a lot of good information from clara. now it was time to find out her own )

medical

( she'd been putting it off for as long as she could. the pain was bearable (it wasn't but she was very good at lying to herself) and river felt like she had more important things to do -- like escaping. but it was a hindrance. only having the use of one hand was slowing her investigating down which was not going to help anyone.

she'd seen the location of medical when she'd been looking at the map, begrudgingly making her way there.

the lab looked a little impressive, fairly modern for the century that she'd noted though how long ago that century was river didn't have an answer for. though it would be just her luck that the place would appear to be empty. she didn't know which of the equipment would be useful to her or how to use it, though it didn't stop river from looking around just in case something happened to be labelled )

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I don't know if I can do the conversion simply. Roshar's months aren't the same as Earth's.

[Says Jasnah, glancing up from her drink.]

But I arrived in the early days. I haven't seen you here before?

( roshar. considering that they were talking about a time frame river assumed that this was a planet rather than a city or country. somewhere she hadn't heard of before but that was starting to become a familiar feeling. river didn't know where this place was but, other than around one hundred people being kidnapped from different points in space and time, it felt very wrong.

very wrong )

No, I arrived only recently.

( arrived. making it sound as if they had a choice in it all )

What would the time frame be on Roshar?

( maybe with a point of reference she'd be able to work it out. something timey-wimey )

A month and two weeks. But- there are ten weeks to a Rosharan month, five days to a week, and twenty hours to a day. Here, I've been on board maybe a hundred and ten days, but I think those days are longer. The clock has twenty four hours, and the hours feel close to true.

[So, she shrugs. Timey-wimey indeed.]

I don't focus on it often. Not thinking about it helps me adapt to the new length of the day.

Four months.

( or round about. it's said without too much of a beat and though river had been working with the numbers it was also a similar time frame to what clara had given her. she'd been here for about four months, it made sense that that that was 'the start' )

Do you know which system or galaxy Roshar is in?

No. My people weren't aware that space travel was possible, beyond being vaguely aware that humans had come to the world many millennia ago. We aren't the indigenous sentient life.

[And that's as much information as she has, really. But, backtracking slightly;]

Jasnah Kholin. Good to meet you-

River. ( and, though awkwardly, river offers a hand to her. left, rather than right, hence the less smooth motion of it ) River Song.

( it wasn't surprising to her to find people that were unfamiliar with space travel. she'd visited many times, some more technologically advanced than others, though considering her parents were from 21st century earth where space travel wasn't possible it was a very common answer )

Was the other species still present on your planet?

( she hopes that jasnah can forgive the questions. she has many though she's controlled enough to not ask them all. just those more curious or, perhaps, that may help her most )

Yes, to the detriment of both. We'd been at war for millions of years- and finally losing.

[Says Jasnah, shaking her hand, adapting to the new angle, and then reaching for her drink.]

I would very much like to go back. Ishar's eyes, I have no time to linger in this tin box doing nothing but being toyed with.

I'm sorry for that.

( she knows the damage that wars can bring, the costs of them. her own existence isn't quite the same but isn't it related? ma battle, a war? she had sympathy for her, for the people caught by it )

I'm hopeful that we'll get out. ( she didn't want to make it sound like it would happen just because she was there though that was definitely what river wanted to believe. she'd done this sort of thing before, made a habit of getting into danger and escaping. for now, this didn't feel any different ) No prison is without an exit.

The problem isn't a prison, the problem is an alternate reality. Travelling from world to world requires a bridge of some kind, or a perpendicularity, and those don't get dropped on us by the passing storm.

[She answers, quietly, pushing her curls back out of her face.]

You seem to be better versed than you had me believe.

( for a people that weren't aware that space travel was possible. though it stood to reason that jasnah could have become knowledgeable over the past four months, though how knowledgeable was the question )

How familiar are you with space travel?

( she wasn't yet going to broach time travel )

I'm not. I'm familiar with travelling between planes of reality, but all on the same sphere.

[She corrects, with a light shrug.]

I could move between my own world and the shade beneath it, but hardly launch myself into the sky. Never mind deal with the cold and the vacuum.

( planes of reality. she'd already said alternate realities. they were supposed to be impossible but river knew that the doctor had visited one once -- and it had almost torn both worlds apart )

How do you manage it safely?

( maybe she'd trade the information if jasnah was interested. surviving the cold and vacuum wasn't too bad if you had the right equipment )

By creating a bond with a creature from that world.

[She synthesizes.]

Although how the spren come to our world, I do not understand entirely. A subject I'd be thrilled to research, when I make it home.

[Exasperated, to the ceiling.]

Is that wise?

( using something from another world, however willing they may seem to be always carried risks. she'd heard enough stories not to be weary, seen enough of the effects from other attempts. perhaps this was different but river wouldn't know )

I've been bonded to Ivory since I was a child. I trust him implicitly. And if he were here, I'm sure we could take better advantage of his understanding of that kind of travel.

[A long breath out, and she takes a sip of her drink.]

Your world does have space travel, I take it?

( though this woman seemed to trust the process river had no reason to, particularly not when she knew nothing about it. it also didn't sound like using it, travelling to another universe would get them home. there was a reason why travelling to alternate universes was impossible )

Many worlds do.

( at least in the century that river had spent the majority of her life. planets had ventured out into space at different times, with humankind doing so eventually )

I've spent much of my life visiting other planets.

( though not really in the conventional way )

I'm extremely interested in the variation between worlds.

[She admits, leaning in.]

And why so many of the inhabitants of the station appear visibly human.

( her interest earns her a small smile. curiosity was always a good thing, especially when you were in a bad situation and were curious rather than panicked )

That's because they likely are. ( or were one of the species that looked humanoid. or somewhere in between both ) Humans spread out amongst the stars. When I'm from there are settlements on many worlds.

I'd be interested in knowing the history of that process.

[There's one pretty stunning implication she needs to ponder immediately.]

Whether we're far down that line, so far that the history has been lost.

Now that's a long conversation.

( but it would definitely be a good one. river has a little of her drink before continuing. river has one question that she's curious to ask, whether jasnah is human, though she knows that she wouldn't want to answer that question in return )

1969 was the moment most remember. ( she knows that the date means nothing to jasnah but they can work that out later ) The first landing on the moon.

( and she'd seen it happen )

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You learned in small steps.

[She realizes, of course. Jasnah hasn't ever thought about this technology as something that was developed in fits and starts. It feels like such an insurmountable hurdle that she hadn't imagined the path to jumping it.]

What were the first ships made of?

That didn't come until much later.

( and river doesn't know all of the details. many centuries have passed and those details are of less interest to her )

Though that first method wasn't a ship.

What was the first?

[She asks, in that case. She just really wishes she could picture how this all began.]

A rocket.

( would that word mean anything to her considering that space travel wasn't a thing for them? perhaps it had a different context )

It was designed for that trip only.

['Rocket' isn't a familiar term, but none of this is exactly familiar, so.]

There's no indication that there's a way out of here, but I still can't help but think about all the things I might bring back.

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