May 27, 2009 23:57
River's been pretty much keeping herself to herself. It's been a long time since she was in her own house. And as academically geeky as it is, which it is, she's been reading through all her old papers. River has a tendency to shut out that which she'd rather not deal with and immerse herself in her work. And despite hers and the Doctor's heated and emotional debate, it hadn't really been concluded. So she's been doing exactly what he accused her of; holing herself up in her house and working to avoid confrontation.
Until it struck her that he'd called her on it. Which, in turn, made her realise she'll be damned if she's going to be predictable. Plus, she may just be missing social contact, not that she'd admit it.
Unlike most other people here, she has no desire to get out. Taxon, although a prison, offers far more freedom than the datacore did. And as far as she can tell, she's actually alive here, not some image of herself recreated from her data echo.
"Looks like I've missed out on all the fun and games," she smiles wryly. "Which, judging by the aftermath, might not be a bad thing. Anyway, we're all stuck here, and meeting over the tablets isn't quite the same thing. So if anyone fancies popping over for a glass of wine or two, I wouldn't say no. Or coffee, or whatever floats your boat really."
{ rose tyler,
{ rupert giles,
{ river song