Love a Tomb

My name is River Song. Time traveler. Professor of Archaeology. Criminal. Adventurer. Keeper of Spoilers. Wife. Daughter. Cold-Blooded Hat Murderer. Independent Doctor Who RP Blog M!A: None Tracking: hellinhighheels Note: I am utter rubbish at making new follower greeting starters (please forgive me!), but I love you all (nice to meet you!) so please do not be shy to ask for one or to tag me in one of your own and I shall try to get to it asap. <3

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// ◆ x infinity because aaaaaalwaysssssss~!

//I MISS YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!! *throws self at*

[hell-in-high-heels]

// Likewiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!!!!*cling*

[geronxmo-archive-deactivated201]

"Happy anniversary, dear."

[hell-in-high-heels]

This particular River was rather taken aback by the words, momentarily dumbfounded as she turned her head to check the date on the basic-looking flip calendar on the small, rugged bookcase gifted to her cell before turning her focus back. "...Are you being serious?" The questioning tone wasn't sarcastic, just...unsure.

[hell-in-high-heels]

Outreach

Metrys V. Galactic Year 4251.

River Song loved a tomb. ...The problem was that she preferred to not be the occupant of it. For god's sake, those idiots just had to get greedy, didn't they?! And I saw it coming the way Rector was looking at the statue. I should have taken them out before they had a chance to set off the trap. They could have flooded the city! Ugh, I've gotten soft... 

A quiet but annoyed sigh escaped as the archaeologist (currently in full cat-burglar mode) moved to kneel at another point in the partially caved-in subterranean tunnel; part of an ancient emperor's tomb that just so happened to be hidden beneath the largest dam on Metrys V. Things were even more fragile now that the grave robbers she'd been trailing had been stupid and gotten themselves buried, barely leaving River with space much less an escape route. Luckily her bag of tricks was bigger on the inside and she'd done a lot of collecting over the years, and so she was currently setting up a rather jury-rigged bit of technology. As much as she enjoyed boasting her skill in this particular field, even River wasn't above admitting that she was going to need her fair share of luck to make it work. 

The plan was not-so-simple: hook up an atomic clock to a signal generator programmed with coordinates, attach that to a booster device carefully attached to the tunnel wall that was covered in veins of a highly-conductive metal that ran all the way to the surface, and use the stasis field generator she'd nicked from the Silence to wait it out until a strong enough electrical storm hit the metal, supercharged the booster and sent out an encrypted signal (complete with the date and time of signal launch) that one particular person in the universe would be able to pick up and decipher. It was almost obscenely impossible...

...But when had that ever stopped her from trying?

"Well," River muttered upon finishing setting up the last part of the stasis generator, "if this doesn't work, at least the irony won't be lost on me..." And with that she laid down in the middle of the four stasis spires, clutching the remote over her chest, closed her eyes, and pressed the button.

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Metrys V. Galactic Year 6001.

The planet was known for being a war and pollution-ravaged wasteland, devoid of life for at least a century now. There were always storms, of course, but the lucky strike hadn't come until this particular night, when the timing, strength and location was just right.

Then, and only then, a signal made it through the rock and metal and into one little corner of the universe.

Hello, Sweetie.

[hell-in-high-heels]

"…And what sort of time do you call this?”

// ;D Welcome back!

[geronxmo-archive-deactivated201]

//HAH! Good to be back! So glad to see you’re still hanging around here! :)

[hell-in-high-heels]

// It's an addiction, really. ...Though coincidentally enough I just found out that this account turned 2 today. Where does the time go? xD

[geronxmo-archive-deactivated201]

"Oh, hello! It seems my Mun has been missing me and her Tumblr friends quite a lot, so after thinking about it for a very long time…I mean really long…I drank eight cups of tea while I was waiting…no, wait, seven…she took the eighth one away from me when I started trying to work out how to walk on the ceiling…anyway, she’s decided to try starting this blog up again!"

[hell-in-high-heels]

"...And what sort of time do you call this?"

// ;D Welcome back!

[hell-in-high-heels]

"I'll hold your hand, if you like."

The sudden words from behind had momentarily startled the usually collected woman as she lay on the small Stormcage bed, eyes that were wet with involuntary tears from nightmares she was very much too young to suppress just yet shooting over to the familiar form before the back of a hand instinctively moved to wipe them away before he saw more than he should. “…I’m fine. I’m good,” she lied through her teeth as she had so many times before, though this was probably one of the poorest examples.

[lovefromeleven-deactivated20140]

"I know, I know." But did he really?  The Doctor could never be sure whether River was actually fine, she was very strong after all, or just locking away her thoughts.  He respected her privacy, but all the guessing games seemed to annoy them both.  So he did what he could without overstepping.

Or he tried to anyways.

"Well," he yawned loudly. "I am bushed and the TARDIS moved my bedroom to the seventh floor, sans elevator.  Is it okay if I stay here for the night?" He managed to wiggle his way into the bed so he was laying adjacent to her.

[hell-in-high-heels]

…Well, at least one of them knew.

It had at least given her a few moments to better collect herself...though that was apparently all for naught when she heard the feigned yawn and slightly reddened eyes turned a bit confused at his words. "...You have a bedroom?" The question had been a bit more serious than the Doctor may have been expecting, though if that didn't give away the fact that she was significantly younger in her timeline right now, then the utter surprise when he'd casually slipped into the small bed next to her would have done it. She seemed a little more used to the completely opposite reaction. Probably having just seen a younger, much more awkward version of him last time.

The whole shifting personas with experience was something this River hadn't quite gotten used to yet, though it didn't help that the nightmares were still fresh in her memory. It was only their recollection that caused her to shift back slightly and give him room (or as much as could be spared given the scant quarters), a little out of character even being young. Neither Melody Pond nor River Song were known for being shy, after all. "Well this is...new..."

[legendaryrenegade-deactivated20]

Mrs. Robinson

[legendaryrenegade-deactivated20]

   ”Ah, my dreams of you are far more interesting than you liking my hats.” He returned with a cheeky grin of his own. It wasn’t everyday that the Doctor got the chance to flirt with his wife. One could see him as a bumbling, immature manchild and that description wasn’t entirely too far from what he actually was at most times, but he could be just as.. man as any other individual of the male species. Then again, he wasn’t really like any other male species. 

The Doctor loved this teamwork they had going on between them. Yes, he could be difficult and she could be too vague for his liking when she felt she absolutely needed to be. But, they really did make a splendid team. River was the one person he felt on all accounts equal to, or it was better put that he felt she was very equal to himself. All his companions were brilliant, and special in their very own way, proving to be extremely competent. Moreso than lots of the other humans on Earth. But, none of them had known of his true pain, and none of them felt the burden of being a Time Lord. Only one in this life of his had known, and he was honoured enough to have her as his wife. She was completely up to par with him on most, if not all accounts. They truly did make a great team.

   ”Well, Mardi Gras is celebrated in many, many different countries, and not essentially called Mardi Gras. It’s simply referred to as ‘Carnival’ in different languages and variations of the word, along with the country in which it is held. Mardi Gras is French for ‘Fat Tuesday’, because this is the day set aside to eat the fattier foods, indulge, and confess before the fasting of Ash Wednesday. So— Oh. Rambling again, aren’t I?” There were times when even the Time Lord himself caught on to his own rambling, finding it unnecessary.

   ”Anyways, time! I am picking the time. Well. Early eighteenth century Mardi Gras in Venice. More known as Carnival of Venice. Much classier indeed. It was celebrated,” He explained as he went around the console, flipping switched and setting coordinates with River’s help, of course. “To preserve the prestigious image of Venice in the world, along with a means of encouraging their citizens to have.. fun! The masks are very creative. I do believe you’ll like it, River.”

[hell-in-high-heels]

"So you do sleep, then," the professor replied without missing a beat, the dramatically exaggerated surprise in her voice making the amusingly pleased smirk that had formed just slightly more subtle. Of course she knew better by now, but it was still fun to joke.

He'd gone off on one of his own little professorial lectures around the console soon enough. Pretty much all information River already knew, but she'd learned plenty of techniques for tuning most of it out at this point and simply found herself watching him move until he snapped himself out of it.

"So— Oh. Rambling again, aren’t I?”

"Probably. I was too busy enjoying the view to pay much attention," she teased with a wink before taking note of the time period and stepping around to help with the controls. "Masks, hm? Well, I suppose anonymity can be fun sometimes...especially when it's the flashy kind." Oh, this was going to be an interesting romp through the TARDIS wardrobe, wasn't it?

[thebadtimewolf]

{She followed her directions, getting the objects before pulling out a chisel.}

“So, a question. ‘Ow did ya get ya hand stuck by a Weepin’ Angel?”

[hell-in-high-heels]

"Unintentionally," River muttered as she maintained a stare on the creature while items were gathered. "But this is better than some of the alternatives... The real question is: How do you know about Weeping Angels?" Her tone had turned instantly curious.

[hell-in-high-heels]

"I'll hold your hand, if you like."

The sudden words from behind had momentarily startled the usually collected woman as she lay on the small Stormcage bed, eyes that were wet with involuntary tears from nightmares she was very much too young to suppress just yet shooting over to the familiar form before the back of a hand instinctively moved to wipe them away before he saw more than he should. “…I’m fine. I’m good,” she lied through her teeth as she had so many times before, though this was probably one of the poorest examples.

[lovefromeleven-deactivated20140]

He knew she was lying, it was always River’s M.O. to hide the damage, but he hated seeing her in distress like this.  She wasn’t fooling him. “Well, I’m not, so I think I’ll hold yours anyways if you don’t mind.” he said quietly, taking her cold hand in his warm one and squeezing it lightly. “What’s up, River?  Be honest, please.”

[hell-in-high-heels]

She should have known he wouldn't buy it, though for the most fleeting of moments River wished he had. Fleeting because the moment she'd felt the warmth of his fingers some of the tension had drained from her shoulders. Not all, of course, but enough to surprise her.

“What’s up, River?  Be honest, please.”

Glance shifted downward toward the sheets of the small, sterile bed, exhaling a nearly shaky breath but managing a light sigh as she then found a very interesting section of wall. "It's nothing... Really. Just a bad dream. I'm not a child, it's nothing I can't handle." ...Which was technically true. There was a lot she'd learned to handle, after all. More than most.

[thistimefeelsnew-deactivated201]

She watched River, seeing the confusion on her face. Who wouldn’t be confused? Most of everyone she’d come across had expected a previous regeneration, not this one. It was a little trying at times, though amusing nonetheless when they seemed to realize that yes, she was the Doctor and yes, she had lady bits now.

The Doctor shrugged. “In the flesh. Isn’t it marvelous?”

[hell-in-high-heels]

Expression slid into neutrality as the professor shifted her weight, doing the obligatory walk-around to study the new body with obvious interest. Eventually River had found her way back to the starting point, arms slowly lifting to fold across her abdomen as a scrutinizing brow was arched toward the other woman, her features otherwise still almost unnervingly neutral.

"And what sort of time do you call this?" Head canted slightly, obviously calling the Doctor out on the fact that she'd never seen this face before despite ample opportunity to visit like the others...though River hadn't been able to hold it and after several long seconds a hint of a wry smile broke through the initially frustrated visage. "...Hello, Sweetie."

[ameliaafterthefairytale-blog]

"Oh right. Cause I totally just keep those things in my back pocket. Honestly!" Amy crossed her arms in a huff, glancing at River for a moment. "You know, I feel like I should be scolding you or something. That’s what mother’s do isn’t it? But then I remember that it’s probably a little late for that." She looked around curiously. "Where are we anyway? The Doctor didn’t say anything before he took your father and just…ran off."

[hell-in-high-heels]

"Well, you might not... It's just a pity I don't currently have back pockets," River replied, amusement twinkling behind her eyes despite the circumstances. It wouldn't do stressing her mother out, after all. Luckily the redhead preferred going the casual route as well and therefore River had to reel in the desire to chuckle at the scolding remark. "Don't worry, you'll make up for it." Timey-wimey.

"As for the location... The RMS Lusitania."

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

"Conviction is a double-edged blade, you know. Without it, you could falter, and then allow the enemy to strike you down in the opening. But with it, you are blind to the fact that there is always a chance you’re wrong," he said quietly, reaching around under the table for a book and flipping through it. 

"It’s only that the Doctor’s going to keep doing what he does, and some day it’s inevitable that no one will be able to cover him, and then the cat’s out of the bag. Do you really want to waste your time covering his tracks when he’s only going to make more of them without fail for the rest of his life?" the Master asked. "Because if you do, more power to you, have a blast… But I wouldn’t."

"And on top of that, the worst sort of monster out there is the one that started out thinking that ‘this is for the better’ and didn’t stop until it was too late. I would know better than most."

[hell-in-high-heels]

"I neither have the ability nor the desire to clean up his messes forever," the archaeologist replied after turning her head to study a particular part of the room. Of course she wasn't being entirely truthful... No, River didn't want to cover tracks or deal in mistakes all the time, but wanting to be able to protect someone important as long as one could wasn't so insane a desire, was it? Apparently even psychopaths willing to go as far as neuro 'adjustments' weren't immune to sentiment. "But I can just...feel...that things can't be risked at this point, no matter what." Features steeled again, slowly exhaling an inaudible breath. "If I have to be a monster right now, it'll be one of my own volition."

[hell-in-high-heels]

// Hello new followers and forgive me people waiting on me. Sick as a dog after a con followed by a work retreat followed by working another con, so I'm trying to curl up with anime and lozenge-binging for now. I swear I'll get to my drafts once this plague is over... x_x

[sarah-mcelroy-deactivated202601]

Katsucon 2014

Doctor Who Shoot on Saturday

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[rachaelstott]

Tried out the Fiona Staples colouring style again. Euuuuurgh- so much fun.

[hell-in-high-heels]

// Apologies that I might be slow in my replies for the next couple weeks. Katsucon's coming up and I'm dead set on completely finishing my TATM River corset, which means hand sequining for a long time. >_> It's only taken an entire year since I first debuted it. u_u; Trying to make the sides and back equal to the front. Wish me luck!

[thistimefeelsnew-deactivated201]

She watched River for a moment; she hadn’t seen this face yet, then. Very few had. “Professor Song,” She began, stepping away from the doorway and kicking it shut with her foot. “I have a complaint. My wife is too busy grading her papers to pay attention to who’s standing right in front of her.”

[hell-in-high-heels]

...Well there came the full title. This conversation was already starting out interestingly out-of-sync...which should have probably been the first clue. The door was quickly closed behind her and the confusion became slightly more apparent until the other woman began to speak again.

And then it clicked.

River carefully stood from her desk, slipping around to the other side and taking a couple steps forward to get a better view of the previously unknown form, mostly scrutinizing the eyes before lips parted and sound eventually followed. "...Doctor?"