Her head smacked against some sort of metallic flooring, and she felt the point of impact carry all the way down to her toes. As she attempted to rub the sting away, River chose the only option available to her.
She laughed.
She was sprawled on the floor, a disorganized pile limbs, lumps and confusion. There was a point, she thought, you just had to laugh. And she was good at it.
There was of course the issue that when she'd went to bed before, it had been on her usual air pack that always followed her to digs. She loved the dirt, and she loved losing sight of her hands in it. But that didn't mean she wanted to sleep in it. All that considered, she should not have had so far to fall.
Out of habit River reached for her sack, and exhaled a small sigh when she felt it still there. The journal yielded no clues, not that she expected it to. The small bit of physic paper was no help either.
It looked like she was on her own with this one.
She just founf herself wondering for how long.
Pushing herself up off the floor, River went to explore.
Jack Harkness might have been trying to hide himself; might have been trying to stay away from drama and adventure, but when it came to it he was still Jack Harkness, and so when it appeared danger might be at hand there would soon be a gun in his. Held out and levelled ahead of him.
He kept it that way as he moved around the corridors of the abandoned base.
The building was deathly quiet, and it looked as though it ought to be busy, as though it was built to be busy. It felt wrong and so it put him on edge. But in his experience, there was always something to find, and so he would continue to look until he found it.
He turned a corner, and he found it. A woman, looking around and maybe she was like him or maybe she was something worse.
He pointed the gun in her direction.
"Put your hands in the air and turn around slowly."
There was no movement, no signs of any kind other than her own. The sounds of her own footsteps seemed to carry forever. And there was the nagging, gnawing thought that she knew this place.
Or at they very least that she should.
But so far River had not found anything conclusive to that point.
River was so focused on a particular electrical panel and trying to date the components that comprised it that she missed the footsteps coming up behind her. Her shoulders remained loose beneath her sleep tank as the sound of voice, sharp and male washed over them.
She reached into her pack, fingers closing over the familiar feel of her own weapon as she turned to greet it. Her smile was wide and unfazed, run raised at the stranger.
The woman seemed unfazed by the fact she had a gun pointed at her. Jack didn't like that. Nor did he like that he had a gun pointed at him in return.
His eyes scanned her a little, standing there with a smile and a confident stance. He looked to the gun in her hand.
The gun in her hand that he knew.
She seemed to be holding a squareness gun. One exactly like the model he himself had owned. A gun he'd owned and left on the TARDIS back in another life. Made in the factories of Villengard before they were closed down and replaced by banana groves.
"Bit early in the morning to be so feisty, don't you think?" he asked, an eyebrow raised in her direction and gun still pointed.
Right onto the floor.
Her head smacked against some sort of metallic flooring, and she felt the point of impact carry all the way down to her toes. As she attempted to rub the sting away, River chose the only option available to her.
She laughed.
She was sprawled on the floor, a disorganized pile limbs, lumps and confusion. There was a point, she thought, you just had to laugh. And she was good at it.
There was of course the issue that when she'd went to bed before, it had been on her usual air pack that always followed her to digs. She loved the dirt, and she loved losing sight of her hands in it. But that didn't mean she wanted to sleep in it. All that considered, she should not have had so far to fall.
Out of habit River reached for her sack, and exhaled a small sigh when she felt it still there. The journal yielded no clues, not that she expected it to. The small bit of physic paper was no help either.
It looked like she was on her own with this one.
She just founf herself wondering for how long.
Pushing herself up off the floor, River went to explore.
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He kept it that way as he moved around the corridors of the abandoned base.
The building was deathly quiet, and it looked as though it ought to be busy, as though it was built to be busy. It felt wrong and so it put him on edge. But in his experience, there was always something to find, and so he would continue to look until he found it.
He turned a corner, and he found it. A woman, looking around and maybe she was like him or maybe she was something worse.
He pointed the gun in her direction.
"Put your hands in the air and turn around slowly."
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There was no movement, no signs of any kind other than her own. The sounds of her own footsteps seemed to carry forever. And there was the nagging, gnawing thought that she knew this place.
Or at they very least that she should.
But so far River had not found anything conclusive to that point.
River was so focused on a particular electrical panel and trying to date the components that comprised it that she missed the footsteps coming up behind her. Her shoulders remained loose beneath her sleep tank as the sound of voice, sharp and male washed over them.
She reached into her pack, fingers closing over the familiar feel of her own weapon as she turned to greet it. Her smile was wide and unfazed, run raised at the stranger.
"Now why would I want to do that?"
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His eyes scanned her a little, standing there with a smile and a confident stance. He looked to the gun in her hand.
The gun in her hand that he knew.
She seemed to be holding a squareness gun. One exactly like the model he himself had owned. A gun he'd owned and left on the TARDIS back in another life. Made in the factories of Villengard before they were closed down and replaced by banana groves.
"Bit early in the morning to be so feisty, don't you think?" he asked, an eyebrow raised in her direction and gun still pointed.
"We in the same boat here?"
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