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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 )

Comments

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( an android. it's certainly the first that river has seen on the station but not her first experience with androids in general. she's dated them, that was a little rubbish but they've had uses before.

information is certainly one of them. river nods at the respond, fingers tapping lightly on her glass )

A similar time to what I've heard. ( no one yet seemed to have been here longer than four months ) Everyone hears the same message, has the same information. Even if they arrive more recently.

( she'd heard that same opening message still )

np!

[thefaulty]

Affirmative. Reported experiences of arrival on the station have been unanimously consistent, regardless of timeframe. [It’s almost as if it’s an automated process, though there’s not enough data to confirm such a theory. And even if it is an automated process that brings them here, that doesn’t mean that the same process is deciding who to bring.]

The only recurring variations are the universe individuals occupied before being transported here, and the area of the station in which they awaken.

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Which are both unusual and not so unusual at the same time.

( because there was never one answer with river. it was strange that people were being brought from all over time and space but then again if there was a reason behind it, which she assumed that there was, then it wasn't so strange )

I suppose that it'll all be cleared up when we finally open that last door.