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It's been a while since River has been...out, anywhere.
In truth, she hasn't felt much like socializing.
For one thing, it's hard to socialize when every fourth word, you aren't quite sure what you just said, only that it's...off.
It's also hard to socialize when you're not sure what's real and what's just a product of your own damaged brain. Or the visions.
But today, River has decided that she needs to be outside, in the courtyard, looking at the roses.
Especially the pink ones.
They're rather like small galaxies.
So River imagines what sorts of beings would exist on a world inside a pink rose galaxy.
To everyone else, though, it looks like she's studying a single pink rose.
In truth, she hasn't felt much like socializing.
For one thing, it's hard to socialize when every fourth word, you aren't quite sure what you just said, only that it's...off.
It's also hard to socialize when you're not sure what's real and what's just a product of your own damaged brain. Or the visions.
But today, River has decided that she needs to be outside, in the courtyard, looking at the roses.
Especially the pink ones.
They're rather like small galaxies.
So River imagines what sorts of beings would exist on a world inside a pink rose galaxy.
To everyone else, though, it looks like she's studying a single pink rose.