Unfortunately at the moment her work was all about him , which gave her escape into it a strange bittersweet flavor. Still she hadn't been really aware of the passage of time as she worked. The exhibit...the blank book into her bag. Blank, like when he looked at her, all of him now that the eldest had forgotten. She was still shaking when she made it out onto the street and headed toward the hotel
Scowling, thoughtful looking man sitting at a table with his back to a wall. On it is a half-emptypint and an open sketchbook. In his left hand is a pencil. It's a distraction. Only it isn't working as well as it's supposed to, seeing as how there's nothing on the page. Help him out?
She had given herself a couple of days to come to term with the situation and while the fact the Doctor was now human didn't sit well with Martha, she didn't feel like she was going to burst out and cry...outside the doors for a moment, then pushed through while taking a deep breath. Here went nothing. (ooc: These are the only companions Martha is familiar with, which is why she's only contacted them)
"Not one. Not one response." River holds up one of the flyers she'd posted up around the city yesterday. "An entire city full of people, and not one of them wants to get involved. Is it just me or is...behind Taxon. Archaeological Dig, Volunteers needed. No experience necessary. Please apply in person to Professor River Song...' and River's credentials and Beach House location are printed at the bottom
Being sober had quickly proved itself to be a bust, as Nix had discovered he had the innate ability to piss Harry off whether or not he'd been drinking. But at least he wasn't sitting alone at a bar, about...of his head and the sleeves of his white button down were rolled up. Maybe the cafe instead, as he could use something cool to drink. He turned away from the museum and started down the street again
Quote: There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered. - Nelson Mandela NonLinear Muse: River Song Word count: 2377
Every place of employment needed time to relax and for the employees to get to know each other, even in a small place like the village of Haurvatat, which was why Chuck had decided to throw a party for...the sandwiches and the bakery supplied the desserts and there was music and beverages of all alcoholic and non-alcoholic alike. All the party needed now was the partiers. (Gathering post ahoy!)
Going to the room of a man she'd never met felt strange, but when Carolyn reached John Hart's door, she knocked with confidence. Admittedly, she was a bit annoyed that he hadn't given her more information... just out of curiosity. They must have been close, if River trusted him enough to take care of her. She paused in the door way, searching out her friend in the large bed. "River? Sweetheart?
Tired. Bunny kept me up all night. Silly, silly bunny. The title honestly gave me the most trouble, and I don't like it, but it's staying. Be warned: tis a very silly bunny. Blame Moffat. Pairing: ...her foot. "Don’t worry, Doctor, I’ll have you forgetting all about him by night’s end.” “And just how do you plan on doing that?” River sat back in her seat and crossed her arms. “I’ll explain later.
She'd seen him again, more clearly this time than when she'd gone to the clinic to see Toorop and visit Marie, and she knew it was him. It had to be. The same coat. The same confident swagger. If she...and blackness. That was when she started to scream. [ooc: She is in the middle of a sun lit street - there is no eclipse, and there was no Doctor. It is all in her head. Let the crazy begin.]
