River Song (spoilers_) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2017-10-13 23:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, doctor (12), river song |
Thread: River Song and the Doctor (12)
Who: River and Twelve
What: Waffles and a Chat
Where: JJ's Diner
When: Thursday evening, one week after their arrival
Warnings: None
Status: Complete
The early bird crowd at JJ's Diner was beginning to thin out as River Song finished her second cup of coffee. She surveyed the remaining patrons with her hands folded in her lap, careful not to touch the table. She had quickly discovered that this was the kind of establishment where every surface was sticky to the touch, as if the entire restaurant had been coated with a layer of syrup. Perhaps another day, the whimsical 1970s decor would have appealed to her sense of nostalgia. But as it was, today she felt unsettled, confined.
When the vortex overtook her one week ago, she had thought that this was it. That the portal that had plucked her from the Library was sending her on the return trip, back to where she belonged, back to her death. Instead, she was given another reprieve, and she had allowed herself to experience the relief of gaining a little more time. But now that she had it, she wasn't sure what to do with it. On Knowhere, as peculiar a place as it was, she had been in her element. Aliens, artifacts, alien artifacts—she had easily found a way to occupy her time and talents. But Tumbleweed? Tumbleweed was entirely too terrestrial for her tastes. One of the other new arrivals had described the quarantine area as "beige soccer mom hell." River found it an apt description of the town as well, despite the presence of its more colorful guests. Only one week into her sojourn in Texas, and she was already on edge, without meaning to be.
The familiar sound of the TARDIS materializing outside made her smile in spite of herself, an expression she held on her face for the benefit of the man who was now walking through the door of the diner. "Welcome," she proclaimed in an exaggerated tone as the Doctor neared her table. "Carbohydrate heaven awaits." She motioned for him to take a seat, a vague gesture that did not indicate a preference for the seat beside her or across the table.