River Song (doctors_sweetie) wrote in almost_paradise, @ 2013-06-01 09:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | river song - doctor who |
Covert MIssion (tag: Open)
All the charm she could muster and all the hallucinogenic lipstick she could spare had gotten River no closer to finding out where- or when- she was. The lipstick had been used in particular on one resort employee to gain access to the main computer system. Even that had gotten her no where. Pity Mickey wasn't here. She may never have met him, but River knew of him, and his hacking abilities. For herself, she found little more than she had already learned on the streets, in the back alleys and bars and shops. Even her scanner was giving no aid. It was functioning fine, but it couldn't help her.
Paradise Island. No coordinates. No date to speak of. And no Doctor.
It hadn't taken her long to figure out the Doctor had nothing to do with her being here. As far as he probably knew, she was still stored in the Library. Initially, that realization had been met with anger. He'd never contacted her once. He filed her away, and left her there. That was no way to treat his wife! Further speculation left only one conclusion: the Doctor presumed she could never come back, and he hated goodbyes. No contact was better than that, in his mind. He could be so exasperating!
Yet someone had figured out how to get her out. Not just her consciousness, not just an echo of her, but her full physical form. If the most brilliant man in the universe hadn't figured it out, who had? River wasn't buying into this whole mysterious Management thing everyone else hailed as almighty and generous and kind. Obviously an alien form of some kind, perhaps in an alternate universe, definitely off most charts. To what end? She might have thought it was a means to get to the Doctor- he had many enemies, but there were others here like her, with no idea how they came to be here.
What they all needed was clear. They needed a Doctor.
River procured herself a motorcycle (damned convenient things, those room cards), a mode of transportation she was particularly partial to, and headed out of town. When she could go no further on the bike, she parked it and moving over to a nearby rock, and took a seat to look at her maps.
There were several ways to get his attention, assuming they weren't in an alternate universe, that was. She didn't yet have all the parts to manufacture a temporal beacon, so sending out an emergency message was out of her reach at the moment. It would happen, she just needed time. But there were other things she could do, things that had worked in the past. A break-in at the museum was on her agenda, in order to deface the most amazing piece the museum held, with a clear message. First, there was the volcano to contend with.
This island touted itself as Paradise. That was precisely the sort of thing the Doctor would want to see, or show off to one of his companions the way he always did. Find a pretty young thing, and show her the wonders of the universe. She could just hear him, telling whoever it was that they were off to Paradise, in that humorous, boyishly charming tone that no one could resist.
A giant message on a mountain face would be pretty hard for him to miss.
River looked at the maps, and at the sky to confirm the direction she would need to take. Her backpack was filled with all the necessary equipment, food as she would probably be there for some time to make a message that large, and a couple of items for sheer protection (or intimidation, if the need arose.) She took a drink from her water bottle, and began to fold her maps back up.