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» WHO? river song + you
» WHEN? remainder of september
» WHERE? the bar, the messhall, various corridors
» WHAT? sadness, curiosities and investigations
» WARNINGS? none

the bar

( the diary had been on the desk in river's room when she'd last entered it. the familiar sight had made her hearts skip a beat until she'd realised that something was wrong with it. it wasn't worn. when river had gotten closer she'd seen how exactly right that feeling was -- the pages were fresh and crisp, the spine never bent. it was exactly like the first time that she'd seen the diary in the hospital.

having her own, her steadily filling pages, would have felt a little comforting despite the danger of it. it always held a connection to her life with the doctor and she did enjoy rereading their adventures. though empty this was it was still a small reminder, a memory of the gift he'd given her years ago, the familiar sight and smell of the book. it wasn't half as comforting but it was something.

she'd kept it with her as she'd gone to the bar, fingers gently running over the texture of the cover, the indents of the windows. though a good memory it also made her a little sad. she missed him. river always did when they were parted but having a blank diary-- she knew that it wasn't so but a part of her mind felt as if their adventures had been erased. they never could be, she'd fight for them, but a blank diary-- it made her sigh )

the messhall

( river had eventually managed to procure a pen, sitting with a coffee as she wrote in the diary. there wasn't much to say other than her initial thoughts and observations but she'd gotten practiced in chronicling her life over the years -- even the smallest detail could help.

so river wrote -- her days on the station, snippets of conversation, dates and facts that she'd discovered. and remarks, little comments of things that she thought that the doctor would appreciate were he ever to arrive here, were she to ever tell this tale to him.

should anyone be curious, or just be close enough to see as they pass, they wouldn't be able to make sense of anything that she'd written. it isn't english, with river not wishing for her diary to be read should it somehow be lost from her possession. the words are in gallifreyan and it's something that feels safe -- it can't be translated unless you know it )

the corridors

( her hands are pressed to the wall, running across the panel in slow strokes almost as if river is feeling for something. occasionally her head dips closer, ear to the wall as if she's listening.

it's a tactic that she doesn't often employ but considering that there's still much of the station that they're locked out of she's trying something different, something that feels like what the doctor would do.

she hasn't given up hope of getting out, river doubts she ever would, she doesn't quit, but she has to admit that the lack of results is frustrating. it's only been a few weeks but there is so much that you could get done in that time. and nothing before has ever held her like this -- she'd commend it if it wasn't irritating.

after checking part of the wall river moves along, hands never leaving the surface. she doesn't quite know what she's looking for but river will take any answer )

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[Cassian knew all the tactics and techniques for picking someone up at a bar. It was frequently the meeting of choice for informants or potential allies or marks. He was in the market for none of those things now. Not even for a genuine pick up. But the woman's obvious sense of loss pulled at him, and he wondered if he could use any of those techniques simply… without being misunderstood… to cheer someone up.

Sliding over one stool, leaving an empty one between them, Cassian said—not smoothly, but sincerely,]

Want some company?

( it's a few seconds before river reacts to his questions, a last thought about her diary, a quick shift in her mentality to try and shake off the lingering sadness. she didn't like to let anyone see the vulnerability in her.

there's a small smile, the guards going back up as she lowers the diary onto the bar, one hand laying protectively over it as river tips her head in his direction )

Are you offering?

[He tilts his head too—mirroring—and looks over his shoulder around the room.]

I could find someone else, but I couldn't vouch for their intentions.

And what about yours?

( not that she was exactly concerned. river could take care of herself simple enough, though she didn't feel any threat from him. more it was other intentions that she was thinking of -- that old cliche in a bar )

[He gave a slight smile which crinkled his eyes wonderfully.]

Elsewhere involved—

[in whatever fashion he and Jyn were involved; he wasn't sure except he knew it preceded everything and anything else]

—but hate to see someone drinking alone. Especially when I can relate to the look on their face.

Oh?

( she was curious as to what he thought he'd seen in her face. something which was likely true given that she'd let her guard down for a little bit )

And what is that?

[He nodded slightly to the book under her hand]

Loss.

( her fingers twitched a little, almost as if the book was trying to burn her with the mention of it. her gaze shifted to it from him, a few seconds before she answered )

It's not quite that simple.

( she hasn't particularly lost anything, hopefully, her diary was exactly where she'd left it at home, but at the same time her memories and adventures felt lost when this book was identical to the one that she'd started with )

I have a book just like this one. It reminded me of it, that's all.

[He'd seen very few bound books in his life, but just like a data drive or comm pad, what was important about them was their content, not them as an object.

Still, she obviously didn't want to go into it, so he downshifted.]

I've never owned a book.

Never?

( some people didn't, depending on time or planet. as civilisations evolved they'd relied more on technology, some doing away with paper altogether. it had been a task for river to find a pen herself in the 52nd century to even be able to use her diary, but then there was a planet that was a library, full of specially printed books. oh, how going there would be a treat )

Well, there are plenty to be seen here. Not that it's the same as owning them.

['Course, he's never owned almost anything, but that's less of a conversation feeder.]

I haven't spent much time in the library yet. Though I've been collecting the data others have been finding there, about this station and its history.

( she hums a little approval, storing the information away for later )

I haven't been here for that long but already I've noticed that there is so much to be uncovered.

( or attempt to discover considering how much of the station was still locked off to them )

I've been focusing on trying to access more from the command consoles. I haven't gotten far yet but given enough time I'm sure that will change.

[He catches a glimpse of the symbols while he heads past with a tray, and feels ice in his blood. The symbols, they look familiar and none of those memories are good.

Sure, he'd heard that the war was supposed to be over, but you don't get over a war that's lasted your entire life that easily.

He hovers for a moment, but he can't ignore it. If she's from home... better to know.]

Is that Covvie writing?

( river finishes the word that she's on before turning, straightening herself as she looks over her shoulder to answer the question )

This? No.

( though she also has to admit that she doesn't know what covvie is )

It's a dead language. Would you join me?

( she'd very much like to ask him a question or two )

[Okay, it just looks like some of the symbols he's seen on Covenant ships and weapons and in ruins.]

Sure. And who knows with the Covenant really?

Well, I don't know who they are.

( resting the pen on the page river closes the diary, laying her hands on it to help keep it closed )

But you could tell me.

...you are definitely not from the same world as I am.

[Every human knows what the Covenant are.]

The Covenant. Asshole alliance of aliens who really wanted to wipe out every human in existence.

Sounds like a few species that I've met before.

( and it was even worse when they all got together )

But most people here aren't from the same place -- or time. ( and that was the big one to her ) Maybe we should start with years.

Yeah, I've noticed that.

And for me it's 2554. You?

52nd century.

( but she's also a time traveller so any answer that river gives is a little skewed. she'd been in 1938 just before arriving here )

Most people I've spoken to seem to come from the 21st to- oh, 25th, 26th century?

I'm amazed humans still exist by then.

That seems to match up with what I've seen, but it's still a pretty wide stretch of time.

Humans spread out across the universe centuries ago.

( so many worlds, especially because earth was dead by her point )

Some of it more successfully than others.

I know that. Just... most of the colonies got glassed.

Some perhaps, but you were far more resilient than that. The future is proof of that.

( so many humans everywhere, so many planets or ships or travels )

Though whether or not it really happened doesn't matter to this place.

Not just some. Most of them. We were on the brink of extinction.

Well, that clearly doesn't happen.

( and as distressing as it clearly is she doesn't find it the most important thing right now. will it help this situation? likely not )

Though if you hang around here long enough this place might make up for it.

This place hasn't thrown anything at me yet that's worse than what's happened back home so I think I'm good.

Be careful what you say. Some people think this place is sentient, it could take that as a challenge.

( one reason why river was very carefully tight-lipped, other than it being her natural state. no one needed to know her worst case scenarios )

Thats nothing new. Been on enough ships run by AIs.

Run by and whatever is happening on this station are different.

( most didnt try to kill you for a start )

I've met some really shitty AI.

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