psychic hotline
who: river & sam
what: buddies
when: tuesday afternoon
where: library!
rating: p for psychic
status: closed/complete
The book lay open in her hands.
River stared at it, seemingly reading, but her eyes fixed on a single point on the page, and she scowled fiercely. The longer she stared, the more words seemed to flow together, swimming in a synchronized dance along the paper. She forgot what the book was about, though it's title proclaimed Psychology of the Unconscious by Carl Jung. Dreams. River went unfocused and the book fell out of her hands, falling to the ground with a thump and a clatter. The sudden noise cut through the silence and the girl jumped, blinking wide-eyed.
She shifted nervously in place, her feet falling asleep from their odd placement beneath her in the chair (and River so hated the pins-and-needles) and stared at the book on the floor, it's spine pointing upward and pages an open maw on the ground, several bent and crippled from their tumble. River watched it, confused. The book had seemingly gotten there on its own. She couldn't remember dropping it.
what: buddies
when: tuesday afternoon
where: library!
rating: p for psychic
status: closed/complete
The book lay open in her hands.
River stared at it, seemingly reading, but her eyes fixed on a single point on the page, and she scowled fiercely. The longer she stared, the more words seemed to flow together, swimming in a synchronized dance along the paper. She forgot what the book was about, though it's title proclaimed Psychology of the Unconscious by Carl Jung. Dreams. River went unfocused and the book fell out of her hands, falling to the ground with a thump and a clatter. The sudden noise cut through the silence and the girl jumped, blinking wide-eyed.
She shifted nervously in place, her feet falling asleep from their odd placement beneath her in the chair (and River so hated the pins-and-needles) and stared at the book on the floor, it's spine pointing upward and pages an open maw on the ground, several bent and crippled from their tumble. River watched it, confused. The book had seemingly gotten there on its own. She couldn't remember dropping it.