Video Entry - - - i m i t a t i o n
[River is seated in Xander and Kaylee's apartment, her head tilted lightly to one side as she stares into the webcam. She smiles.]
Funny device. [She experimentally moves her head from side to side, reaching out hesitantly with a hand before pulling back and half-giggles.] Captures motion for the optimum effect. But it's one step too slow - caught in the transient past. Unfortunately.
[For a moment, she is silent, expression thoughtful and vacant.]
Can see why he uses it. Bad doctor. Capture the essence without need for word on digital paper; it's existential. Modern psychological warfare - but not the kind that stings the heart parts. [The way she smiles now is shy - but in its own way coy and teasing.] Won't tell them your secret, how many times you visit the laundromat. [Giggle. Sing-song.] But the stains won't come ooout~! [Serious.] They never do.
[Another pause. River stares at her hands.]
Messages to so many...I don't...[Clears throat.]
Orchid. I - hopes you are stable.
Ianto. Would very much like please to see your singing man sing. But - not - in - the way you envision him. [She blushes a little.]
Doctor. Things have been...[she laughs and pushes her hair behind her ear] harmonious! Is Bluebird well? Is -
[Her expression slowly twists into a frown and though it seems like a great effort, she refocuses.]
has the band Mastered its last song?
Funny device. [She experimentally moves her head from side to side, reaching out hesitantly with a hand before pulling back and half-giggles.] Captures motion for the optimum effect. But it's one step too slow - caught in the transient past. Unfortunately.
[For a moment, she is silent, expression thoughtful and vacant.]
Can see why he uses it. Bad doctor. Capture the essence without need for word on digital paper; it's existential. Modern psychological warfare - but not the kind that stings the heart parts. [The way she smiles now is shy - but in its own way coy and teasing.] Won't tell them your secret, how many times you visit the laundromat. [Giggle. Sing-song.] But the stains won't come ooout~! [Serious.] They never do.
[Another pause. River stares at her hands.]
Messages to so many...I don't...[Clears throat.]
Orchid. I - hopes you are stable.
Ianto. Would very much like please to see your singing man sing. But - not - in - the way you envision him. [She blushes a little.]
Doctor. Things have been...[she laughs and pushes her hair behind her ear] harmonious! Is Bluebird well? Is -
[Her expression slowly twists into a frown and though it seems like a great effort, she refocuses.]
has the band Mastered its last song?