First Entry

[suewnsong]

[Who ever said a dream had to be restful? Someone boring, probably. Certainly not any self respecting doctor of archaeology. At least not one answering to the name of River Song. And for fortunately anyone entering this specific dream hoping for adventure, that's exactly what she answered to

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[stoleaherotitle]

[Giant rolling boulders? For River, it might be classic, but for Mao, it was a cliche that was on its last legs, hence why he was not amused when he had to run from one.

Though, of course, the panic was part of it. It was definitely part of the reason why he froze up for a second before swearing something under his breath, pulling out a very large sword from nowhere and slicing the boulder clean through before stomping his way through the temple.

Of course, he gets lost, and once he emerges from the maze with a limp and a scowl, he looks like he's gone through quite a lot. His clothes have patches of dirt on them. Some parts have been torn and ripped, exposing bruises and scars, some not necessarily from this dream. There are fresh new scars on his legs, he's probably strained his ankle, and his hair now has a fresh layer of dirt and mud, in addition to his skin.]

How can I be late? I don't even know you. [Why, yes, he's extra grumpy.]

[suewnsong]

[She seems unperturbed by his grouchiness or unfamiliarity with her.] Oh, Sweetheart, you should know first impressions can mean everything.

[stoleaherotitle]

Don't call me Sweetheart!

Ack the lateness I don't even...

[suewnsong]

[She laughs] You're very demanding for someone who's so late he missed the party.

/pats

[stoleaherotitle]

I don't even know what you're talking about, why would you say I'm late?!

[suewnsong]

I'd say you were because you are, Dear.

[stoleaherotitle]

Stop calling me that!

[Ohoho, now there's the tsun!]