∂ first found object

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[The scrape of metal against wood floors is loud, heavy in her ears.]

Si- [Her throat feels raw, the voice tired almost.] Simon?

[There's a bit of panic. She remembers, she knows she went to sleep.]

Simon? [The panic grows, becoming more aware of the actual where of her situation. Where did they take her? What could she have done? Serenity, the hum of her is gone. It's so different... so full of echoes and the ghosts, she knows they had names... things have names and proper nouns are never to forget their - forget. She was supposed to forget. Erase it. It's gone. Like a gap. A space. Empty.]

They took it... Simon? They took it and I can't find something that fits... [she gets up, her arms still bound in the handcuffs, the weight of them heavy as they clunk to the door as she opens it, heading into the hall]

Go to ground. When...? When did we go to ground?

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[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[it takes him a minute to process that. he knows the voice, but he didn't even realize she had gone home, but that was definitely an arrival reaction. Unless this was some kind of loss but she didn't sound ... loss-like. Anyway, regardless]

River?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[voices. they're coming from behind her, but she's moving forward. where she was... it's wrong. where she's going, isn't very right feeling either.]

They didn't say...

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[her voice is further away the second time around, so Sweets is just going to leave and go looking. It'd be easier that way anyway. Eventually he wanders down the right hallway and ... ]

River? Are you okay?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[whoa, where'd the guy come from, she'll move to the wall, the handcuffs meaning that her hands go together]

Not a core planet. [she thinks they found her... but she won't say that, not yet]

[encryptedlock]

[York won't pretend he didn't notice when River's name had vanished, but they hadn't spoken in some time. She was a friend, though, and she was back, and that was enough to bring a smile to his face.

She wasn't going to remember any of it, though, and that meant she could be overwhelmed so easily in this place. He knew well enough how badly she could react to that, especially without the familiar presence of her brother here to help stabilize her.

So he talks into the journal, hoping she hasn't wandered too far away from it yet.]

River? River, is that you? My name is York. I'm a friend.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[wandered. too far. was supposed to stay close, but then there was getting put to sleep, she doesn't want that again]

[encryptedlock]

[Great.

Well, he better look for her, then. The last thing River needs is to wander by some psycho's room and freak out, so York will be scouring the halls for her.]

Dictated;

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

...River?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she wasn't supposed to get into trouble, Zoe, but... she's not sure where she's gone to, there might be panic outside her hallway soon enough...]

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

River!

[She's so wishing Simon was here, but since she's part of the crew - she's gonna go out looking for her]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[oh, there's a voice he'd hoped he'd hear again. carefully]

River, is that you?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[we'll say that by this time, she's managed to be convinced into staying in her room, and is currently on the floor seated with her legs crossed with the journal lying in her lap, she's a bit calmer than she had been on arrival]

Words just... show up on the page. [she'll pick the book up and flip back and forth trying to figure out how it works] This is highly abnormal behavior for a book.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I agree, though it isn't highly uncommon. Some planets have managed to invent psychic paper. This is just a few steps beyond it. A sort of written record of a mental network, if you will.

[a pause, as he contemplates introducing himself. then he remembers how hard a time River had with doctors, back home, and decides to hold off on that for a while]

How much have you been told about Paradisa?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[it takes him a minute to process that. he knows the voice, but he didn't even realize she had gone home, but that was definitely an arrival reaction. Unless this was some kind of loss but she didn't sound ... loss-like. Anyway, regardless]

River?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[voices. they're coming from behind her, but she's moving forward. where she was... it's wrong. where she's going, isn't very right feeling either.]

They didn't say...

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[her voice is further away the second time around, so Sweets is just going to leave and go looking. It'd be easier that way anyway. Eventually he wanders down the right hallway and ... ]

River? Are you okay?

[encryptedlock]

[York won't pretend he didn't notice when River's name had vanished, but they hadn't spoken in some time. She was a friend, though, and she was back, and that was enough to bring a smile to his face.

She wasn't going to remember any of it, though, and that meant she could be overwhelmed so easily in this place. He knew well enough how badly she could react to that, especially without the familiar presence of her brother here to help stabilize her.

So he talks into the journal, hoping she hasn't wandered too far away from it yet.]

River? River, is that you? My name is York. I'm a friend.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[wandered. too far. was supposed to stay close, but then there was getting put to sleep, she doesn't want that again]

[encryptedlock]

[Great.

Well, he better look for her, then. The last thing River needs is to wander by some psycho's room and freak out, so York will be scouring the halls for her.]

Dictated;

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

...River?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she wasn't supposed to get into trouble, Zoe, but... she's not sure where she's gone to, there might be panic outside her hallway soon enough...]

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

River!

[She's so wishing Simon was here, but since she's part of the crew - she's gonna go out looking for her]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[oh, there's a voice he'd hoped he'd hear again. carefully]

River, is that you?

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[we'll say that by this time, she's managed to be convinced into staying in her room, and is currently on the floor seated with her legs crossed with the journal lying in her lap, she's a bit calmer than she had been on arrival]

Words just... show up on the page. [she'll pick the book up and flip back and forth trying to figure out how it works] This is highly abnormal behavior for a book.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I agree, though it isn't highly uncommon. Some planets have managed to invent psychic paper. This is just a few steps beyond it. A sort of written record of a mental network, if you will.

[a pause, as he contemplates introducing himself. then he remembers how hard a time River had with doctors, back home, and decides to hold off on that for a while]

How much have you been told about Paradisa?