Everybody is talking about singing towers, nearly full journal, 24 years long night, sonic trowel but no one mentions THIS WONDERFUL MAGICAL CLOTHS-CHANGING SPRAY THAT RIVER WAS USING.
Doctor Who: the Eternity Clock collectables- River's diary
(The Doctor's hats [x])
Expedition to the Library
Lux expedition checklist
Get hold of Prof Gillipan Nexton's "A Closed Book? Lending Theories on the Sealing of the Library".
Contact Stractman about payment of my advance. (Don't think his wallet's seem the light of day this century.)
Visit British Museum 4.0- check out their Node technology. Familiarise.
Check background of Felman Lux & family- hiding something? Probably not important.
Lost a few pounds. New space suit.
Check navigation routes. Land on moon?
Buy new batteries for the sonic.
Roast chicken for packed lunch.
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How to pilot the TARDIS
He calls it the zig-zag plotter. I think it's a spark plug.
Handbrake. Remember to flick lock-switch to the left- then it's silent and he won't notice when you move it. (Down is OFF)
Vortex stabilisers. Don't think he's even SEEN these.
Randomiser. Don't know why he still has it- but it's fun to switch on when he's not looking.
Toaster.
When he pulls these up, push them back down ASAP. And when he pushes THESE down, run for cover...
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The Spoilers of Lake Silencio
22nd April 2011 (2nd time round)
Sometimes, you can bite your tongue so hard it hurts. It hurts so much, you want to scream- so you just bite down harder and don't make a sound.
He's an idiot. The biggest idiot in the universe. Poor Amy, and poor Rory, having to watch that. I know he has his plans, his grand schemes to mould history into a shape he likes, but does he have to keep them under whatever hat is his favorite that week? (A stetson? Really? That's like seeing your physics teacher in a nightclub. ALL WRONG.)
I fired at the astronaut- shooting at myself!- and I did the whole noble "It's no use" thing just for appearances.
Look, I don't mind lying (heaven knows, he and I would have no kind of relationship without it), but I don't like telling someone else's untruths.
If he pulls something like this again, I will take that blessed bow tie and wring his neck with it.
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The Birth of River Song
Talk about the morning after. The last thing I know, I was someone else entirely. And then today, I wake up in a hospital bed, totally at the tender mercy of these Sisters of the Infinite Schism, and try to cope with the fact that I'm not who I thought I was.
I am River Song.
So where does that leave me? The new me- or the old me, both are as lost as each other. All I have now is a bag of clothes (I think Amy picked them out for me- too many short skirts) and a little blue book. This little blue book. Though they didn't leave me a pen. The nurses had to look around for ages, eventually phoning out to the nearest antique shop. Don't they know how hard it is to find a biro in the 52nd century?!
There was something folded within the pages at the start of this book. A business card. "Professor Artem Candy. Dept of Antiquities, Luna University"- and then something else, a string of numbers calling itself a "comlink code".
Well, why not? I mean, who else is going to help me get what I need?
Now, I wonder if these nurses can help me with the "comlink" thing...?
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An Unearthly Mess
I couldn't help myself! He used to have the worst swiss-cheese memory, so I knew that meeting him wouldn't upset too many apple carts. There wasn't any chance he would remember me. Just one quick blast and there he would be. The man I love, wearing his very first face.
It... didn't go well. He lived in a scrapyard! A scrapyard! This was "blending in", I imagine- though why anyone would try to keep a low profile by being Albert Steptoe in 1963, I have no idea.
Anyway, the second he saw me snooping around inside the gates, he lurches at me, waving his walking stick like a weapon. "And what do you think you're doing?" The point point of the stick was aimed right between my eyes. "Hmm? This is private, yes, private property you can't just be where you want ever to be."
He has had more erudite selves.
Then I heard her voice, calling from the street- "Grandfather?" My hand leapt to the manipulator and I got out of there in a shot. That is a conversation I am not ready for yet!
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The Many Faces of River's Sweetie
One: Grumpy. Rude. Hangs out with teachers- boring! And the worst taste in hats, I miss the fez.
Two: Fun, but wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. Offered to show me "this cool place on Telos!!"- but I saw right through that. (And I hope he chokes on that recorder.)
Three: Now we're talking! Hair like a loin. Velvet and frills. Amazing gourmand. We had a lot to talk about.
Four: Good hair. Good hat. He has fourteen of those scarves. All the same. They take up a whole room to themselves.
Five: Very sweet but strangely short-tempered. Also obsessed with some place called the Eye of Harmony. A nightclub?
Six: I fear this is the payoff of all those conversations with Three. He was aiming for my hair and fell somewhat short. Also, is that what it looks like when you put clowns through a wood chipper?
Seven: Surprisingly Scottish! Always thinks big. Would have loved to get my hands on that jumper- and thrown it into the nearest supernova.
Eight: Velvet and frills again? So passe. But my word- GREAT DIGS! Got lost in the cloisters one afternoon, could have sworn I heard some American begging to be let out.
Nine: Leather jacket. Funny accent. Big ears. And don't mention the war!
NOTE: Need to buy more mnemosine recall-wipe vapor. Can't keep hopping into my sweetie's life without it!
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The Discovery of the Eternity Clock
Found an old ship, just floating in space, where no ship should be. Edge of the []stern. Strange readings fr[]
I'm having the weirdest day. I can remember waking up, but then... What? This is the tenth day of the expedition, and we're still no closer to finding. We check the scanners again and again, but the space here is just... empty.
Not empty. We just can't see it. It keeps moving.
I keep standing by the viewscreen, as if I expect to see something.
[I did see it. A vast hulk- like no ship I'd seen before. Huge, black, like oil. It sucked in the starlight. And in its heart, something burning. A furnace? But ticking. Energies so]
I wonder how long we'll wait before we give up, turn around and head home?
I don't want to find it again.
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River's bestiary
Spiders, Metebelis Three: Who likes spiders, right? What about eight foot wide spiders with voices like mice being minced. KILLED MY BELOVED. Not to be trifled with. Bring rolled-up newspaper.
Zygons: Unbelievably ugly. They look just like an octopus mated with Humpty Dumpty. (They do not respond well to "What's up suckers?") But on the plus side, they have their own pet Loch Ness Monster!
Pakhar: Hamster people. Let me... Just. Hamster. People.
Chelonians: Tortoise people. More intimataing than the Pakhar, due to guns and complete willingness to use them. Planetary anthem has 185 verses, each of them terrible.
Raxacoricofallapatorians: Fat, slimy, baby-faced aliens. They try to tell you that the worst of their race were wiped out with the Slitheen family, but don't believe them. They're all foul.
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The Ballad of Jim the Fish
Anteria XVI. Cordobane dig site. Day 65.
This has been the most tedious excavation ever- I never thought it would end! But today. Oh today...
Jim would find this hilarious if he were here. There was one time- 48th Century, I think, in a bar run by the brotherhood of Maldovor- my sweetheart took Jim and me out for karaoke. I don't remember much, it was all a blur- but I do remember "Islands in the Stream" and the video recorder. We lost the tape afterwards. Never gave it a second's thought, I don't think.
Till today. We just unearthed a series of paintings on huge sandstone slabs. We're not totally sure how they were formed- but that's him, that's Jim the Fish, in that suit, in that bar, singing that song. Gills flaring. Teeth sparkling under the glitterball.
Each tablet seems to represent a different line in the song. There are symbols, and Sssibeth says he's seen something like them before. He' read the words "peace unknown", "tender love", "dedication"... We think these people built some sort of religion of love around the images. Oh, Jim.
I'm just grateful that the parts of the video featuring me don't seem to be represented. But we're still digging.
How do you translate that photo so it says hello sweetie
Actually, another fan translated for me. :) inkandquillsinspace wrote: Hi, are you still trying to figure out the message in River’s diary? I don’t own it, but I looked up a pic hoping I could help! The words are in the hieroglyphics. It’s “Hello Sweetie”. If you look in the third column of hieroglyphs, you’ll see what looks like an “H”. The following letters are all near it going across columns. The “S” is in the fourth row. The rest are the same as before. I can’t send pics via ask, but I can post a pic with the message circled on my blog. Hope I helped!
Does anyone know if someone captured images from "The Eternity Clock" or show the pages in a walkthrough video?
I know people typed up the text and I really appreciate them doing that! But I'd like to see screencaps or video of the actual pages since they have images such as her notes on the Tardis console.
I searched in Google and on youtube; someone has video of the Doctor's hats, but not River's diary.
