Once she got to the Buy More, River did her best to blend in. Ducking in between aisles and groups of shoppers (all of them loud, even if they weren't talking), and avoiding anyone in a green and yellow shirt.

They'd just give her position away.

When she got to the Nerd Herd (sheep, cows, people, one of these things is not like the others...) desk, she crouched down and, grinning, waited to hear Chuck's voice. River wanted to surprise him properly.

So, I've been MIA now for nearly two weeks, battling silverfish and geckos, moving heavy things around, and not looking at DDD. I'm sorry I didn't put anything up to let you know what was up. Epic fail on my part. Have some buñuelos?

Special super sorry to Horus-mun and Lucy-mun, as disappearing like that icing on the failcake for my part in the FV. Did you want to do the backdated RL's still?

Posting this here to say that I'm mostly back now and trying to catch up on everything I've missed, which might mean tags on things you've posted a week ago. Again: really, really sorry. I'm at friends?skip=350, so if there's anything you want me to see that might be lost as my eyes glaze over from omgsomanypostshowdoy'alldoit, let me know? Please?


And before I forget, IC reasons for Simon and River being away will be that they were somewhere out in the middle of space that didn't have a Cortex connection.

Tree has proper connections again.

Can repair past damage from when connection was initially broken. Will clean and fix up, put things in right orders and make it very tidy. Re-arrange for maximum efficiency and be helpful.



[ Locked to the Master ]

No more yelling. Disapproval is known, but further conflict is not to be encouraged.

[ /Locked ]


[ooc: She's going to 'clean' the infirmary, lulz.]

The Doctor had earned glares when the small and fuzzy first jumped into River's arms. He was injured. When she heard about how it had happened, the blue box got a few glares, too.

Very improper treatment, and it wasn't acceptable.

Now, though, there was the kitchen. River set Saxon down on the table and climbed up onto a chair to get to the topmost shelves with the ready-to-eat single serving protein packs. She grabbed two and got back down, spinning, and walked back over to where the small and fuzzy sat.

"Shenme." Don't have more specific food.


[ooc: Futuredated to after Ten makes a post about dropping Meowster off. Completely open to anyone else on Serenity who wants to interact with the crazy girl, her brother, and the Time Lord as a cat.]

He was still asleep. The face he wore was framed incorrectly, but she'd deal with that later. For a few minutes, River spent her time taking in the surrounding area, memorizing the angles and placements she could see. It was simple as anything, really, and when the television that was glowing from the corner started to mumble, she wasn't surprised.

Mutter mutter, kind of voice that Simon had when he was working. Clinks and clanks behind the smooth of it and he was talking to him but his ears didn't hear it again yet. She listened instead, names of outdated medications and methods that would make her brother cringe, bits of reassurance fed through lines like milk for children. She listened to all of it, couldn't not. Drums connected to drums, but they were the smallest bones and not the ones for dancing while she heard.

It went quiet and the girl looked out at her, so River smiled back. Waved with her free hand and tilted her head to the side carrying a question. Who are you? There wasn't an answer.

By the time she looked back at the one with Saxon's face, he was still asleep. Quietly, she sat and considered him. Studied his face, listened to what it sounded like with just one beat buried behind ribs instead of two. She kept herself very, very still as she studied him. Unfamiliar environment, the equation on their wrists was new and might shift the outcome to hostility. Couldn't tell yet, his factors were still too quiet.

So there she sat, waiting for them to chitter chatter for themselves and taking note of all the tiny similarities and differences she could remember between the two of them.

Met them! Traveled a stride in a hop to find them, walked in their grass and came in contact. Up through vines, climbed and saw from another view between the leaves and little bugs.

Met the smaller ones, too. Tiny in their shells, heavy like their parents with the weight of what they'll be. They don't dream, sleep and everything is full with humming breath of quiet excepting screech of bugs and those awake to wander. No screams or empty quiet for lacking of the presence of thought.

She was so full then. Different time before we came, all of us, sticking in straws to drink her up until she was a was. Full with noises and hot boil of magma under her skin. Good to see, feel her dirt under bare feet so that not all of what she was before a was became forgot.

Was worry, not needed. Everything fine and didn't get stomped. No bites or bruises. Took good care and shouldn't get so angry.

It is a betrayal. Mythic little beans and they don't grow. Don't move, but the lies were still there and made the rest believe. All the little parts that fell in line, fibbing little fakers.

The clouds are viral and the bugs came with them, rode in on their backs like soldiers. Soldier, ants, fighting while the floor keeps its move across the board. Said they wouldn't but they did and now they're running in their boots. Little fakers and they are just like what drifts in. The body did not follow proper procedure and there is no control for it.

Not mine, always not mine and nothing comes with it but buggy atmosphere.

The clouds are different, but still fuzzy. Very thick, makes it hard to move but the imbalance has a source now and a name is needed.

Any suggestions? Should be evenly distributed between both sides, will figure equations closer to the meeting.

[ooc: Woo, virus! Firefly-muns, feel free to notice that she's going around with a pillow under her shirt and asking, at random intervals, for you to feel her 'belly' when the baby kicks.]

Yes. Another mix. alkdjfa;ldkfa I cave to peer-pressure, guys. I CAVE!

( Trust for trust in the barrels of drums )

Xie xie.

Unexpected, very pretty. Much better than flowers. Metal doesn't wilt, droop and die. Prefer it now to soap.

Note was nice, too. Very sweet.

[locked to Duo]

Deserve as serving, don't worry. Was working in limited parameters, didn't have the right equations to show you. There's progress, though.

[/locked]

[ooc: Finally thanking Duo for his V-day gift. Awww.]