For You
Who: River & D
What: Job
When: 11th afternoon
Where: Pet shop
Rating/status: low/closed/inc.
It was the bit about Chinese that struck her, oddly enough. Chinese was familiar, home-like, easy. A dozen months and it still came as easily to her lips as English. Or that odd mental language that didn't really have a tongue one way or the other.
She didn't need a job, necessarily. The people in town knew her...knew that River was someone special. But maybe River thought that this was her chance. This. Here. A chance at normalcy to take control of her life, if it meant that she would become a part of the capitalist society. And the prospect of working with animals came as a plus. Animals liked her, when she was having fits. They understood each other and that was acceptable.
So:
River stood waiting at the cheerful door to a colorful pet shop sprung up seemingly overnight. At least, she hadn't remembered it being here, but there had been a sudden influx of pets among the more coupleish types in town, and she supposed they all had to come from somewhere...
It seemed silly to knock, so she stepped inside, looking up at the soft jingle of a bell above her head. For all its outward appearances, the shop was quite bigger on the inside than the out. A bit like the TARDIS. But this had a decidedly stranger feel.
(If that was even possible.)
What: Job
When: 11th afternoon
Where: Pet shop
Rating/status: low/closed/inc.
It was the bit about Chinese that struck her, oddly enough. Chinese was familiar, home-like, easy. A dozen months and it still came as easily to her lips as English. Or that odd mental language that didn't really have a tongue one way or the other.
She didn't need a job, necessarily. The people in town knew her...knew that River was someone special. But maybe River thought that this was her chance. This. Here. A chance at normalcy to take control of her life, if it meant that she would become a part of the capitalist society. And the prospect of working with animals came as a plus. Animals liked her, when she was having fits. They understood each other and that was acceptable.
So:
River stood waiting at the cheerful door to a colorful pet shop sprung up seemingly overnight. At least, she hadn't remembered it being here, but there had been a sudden influx of pets among the more coupleish types in town, and she supposed they all had to come from somewhere...
It seemed silly to knock, so she stepped inside, looking up at the soft jingle of a bell above her head. For all its outward appearances, the shop was quite bigger on the inside than the out. A bit like the TARDIS. But this had a decidedly stranger feel.
(If that was even possible.)