River's flyers have peeked the interest of at least one Taxon resident. Giles arrives at the Beach House with the one he found outside the Magic Box in hand and a vaguely amused expression on his face. "People jump at the chance to do slow methodical and time consuming work where you come from?"
"No," River smirks, "but most don't realise the laborious factor until they actually work on a dig. They think it's all ancient artifacts in a day and then home for tea."
"Are you signing up then Giles?" She quirks an intrigued eyebrow.
"It's not just fun and games and fantastic finds on the first day? Well that has me sorted, then. I'll be off now." He speaks dryly, his British accent thickening ever so slightly. But of course he makes no move for the door.
"I'm intrigued by the idea, and I have done a bit of digging though it's been years." Decades, actually, if you want to make a point of it.
"Consider yourself rota'd in then." River's a force of nature when she's recruiting, her body language and the finality that she said it with doesn't allow for much argument, if any. Besides, she's taken to Giles, the opportunity to work with him is snapped up with little consideration.
"There's a site not far from the Sanctuary that's piqued my interest, for various reasons." River continues, flicking the kettle on, and readying mugs.
"Coffee or tea? And you can tell me about the digs you've been on, what your role was etcetera."
He doesn't mind, and wouldn't dream of arguing. Archeology is one of the many professions that caught his interest over the years, despite the fact that his career path was sealed long before his choosing.
"You seem to be the expert, I'm only the extra set of hands. Wherever you think is best." It's an intriguing idea, digging for some sign of the truth. He's not sure how much luck they'll have, but as books have thus far failed him it's a relief to have another course of action.
"A cuppa would be much appreciated. I rarely drink coffee unless I need to bu up for hours." While she prepares the drinks his eyes room over the house; it's a beautiful place. He appreciates the clean lines and the light even though his own preference runs to darker colors and antiques. "I went to digs in Greece and Brazil as a student at University, though I was a little more then a grunt then. I had more of a hands on role when I was at the Museum. My specialty there was ancient Mesopotamia and I spent a year in Iraq working on research."
"Man after my own heart then," River springs down from the high stool and goes about preparing tea, periodically glancing back over her shoulder as she chats. "Darjeeling or Breakfast tea?"
For all the clean 'modern' lines, River's house is dated in her time, favouring the late 22nd and early 23rd centuries, genuine antique furniture for the most part, and littered with 'objets d'art' from various digs and travels with the Doctor.
"Well I've not had much luck finding anything that would show any evidence of previous life here. Even the soil and sand is lacking in traces." The weeks that River spent not talking to the Doctor, had been spent immersing herself in soil samples, taken from all over Taxon.
"So I'm not so sure that's what we're digging for, but we're built on something, and I want to get down to the real Taxon." She offers Giles his cup and opens up her tablet map function.
"But right here," She points to a spot at the back of the Sanctuary, "well I have a feeling. Could be wrong, but I'm not usually."
"Breakfast, please, and I like it brewed strong," he says absently as he continues to take in the surroundings. He'd love to get a closer look at some of the 'objets d'art' artistically placed around the home but he's too polite to snoop and certainly better trained then to pick anything up. If even a portion of the things here are her own findings, as he's sure they are, she's amazing.
"It's strange, the way this place seems so cluttered and yet... sterile at the same time." He's found no history in the pages of books and a great hodgepodge of history in the architecture; a great variety of personality in those people he's met here and no personality from those recent additions to the community.
He takes a deep breath of the tea and leans forward slightly to look at the map. "Gut feelings should not be ignored, ever."
"Precisely," River nods with a smile that tells of 'I'm onto something here'. "It's clearly been thrown together, just the way buildings arrive along with their owners is tantamount to proof of that," River muses, sipping her own tea thoughtfully.
"I'd say it was all just replicas, but quite how they've managed to get information as detailed as," River lifts up her cup and twists it around to show Giles the tiniest hairline crack on the handle, "that, is beyond me. Even I'd forgotten it was cracked."
She sets the cup back down and sighs, it's all so up in the air and no-one has any answers. "The Doctor thinks our latest company are like NPCs from a videogame, does that make us the main characters?"
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"Are you signing up then Giles?" She quirks an intrigued eyebrow.
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"I'm intrigued by the idea, and I have done a bit of digging though it's been years." Decades, actually, if you want to make a point of it.
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"There's a site not far from the Sanctuary that's piqued my interest, for various reasons." River continues, flicking the kettle on, and readying mugs.
"Coffee or tea? And you can tell me about the digs you've been on, what your role was etcetera."
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"You seem to be the expert, I'm only the extra set of hands. Wherever you think is best." It's an intriguing idea, digging for some sign of the truth. He's not sure how much luck they'll have, but as books have thus far failed him it's a relief to have another course of action.
"A cuppa would be much appreciated. I rarely drink coffee unless I need to bu up for hours." While she prepares the drinks his eyes room over the house; it's a beautiful place. He appreciates the clean lines and the light even though his own preference runs to darker colors and antiques. "I went to digs in Greece and Brazil as a student at University, though I was a little more then a grunt then. I had more of a hands on role when I was at the Museum. My specialty there was ancient Mesopotamia and I spent a year in Iraq working on research."
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For all the clean 'modern' lines, River's house is dated in her time, favouring the late 22nd and early 23rd centuries, genuine antique furniture for the most part, and littered with 'objets d'art' from various digs and travels with the Doctor.
"Well I've not had much luck finding anything that would show any evidence of previous life here. Even the soil and sand is lacking in traces." The weeks that River spent not talking to the Doctor, had been spent immersing herself in soil samples, taken from all over Taxon.
"So I'm not so sure that's what we're digging for, but we're built on something, and I want to get down to the real Taxon." She offers Giles his cup and opens up her tablet map function.
"But right here," She points to a spot at the back of the Sanctuary, "well I have a feeling. Could be wrong, but I'm not usually."
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"It's strange, the way this place seems so cluttered and yet... sterile at the same time." He's found no history in the pages of books and a great hodgepodge of history in the architecture; a great variety of personality in those people he's met here and no personality from those recent additions to the community.
He takes a deep breath of the tea and leans forward slightly to look at the map. "Gut feelings should not be ignored, ever."
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"I'd say it was all just replicas, but quite how they've managed to get information as detailed as," River lifts up her cup and twists it around to show Giles the tiniest hairline crack on the handle, "that, is beyond me. Even I'd forgotten it was cracked."
She sets the cup back down and sighs, it's all so up in the air and no-one has any answers. "The Doctor thinks our latest company are like NPCs from a videogame, does that make us the main characters?"
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