∂ 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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[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

Not edible. [her hands shift again, closer to her face, fingers brushing against her skin] They take you apart.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[a slight head tilt at that, before making his way closer]

No one here is going to take you apart. Not right now, at least. I just want to help.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[ohh... but York is in the hallway now, and he's in full armor and that sort of sends a huge rush of panic into her, pushing her closer to the wall, her finger pointing outward]

Is ... is the oxygen level not adequate? [she turns her head and moves further down along the wall] Si-Simon! The oxygen. We have to conserve it. The body has no way of determining a low level of oxygen. [her features tighten a bit, confusion coming over her because there are too many voices, too many thoughts...]

There's extra people and not enough air...

[encryptedlock]

[Oh shit, right, she's new here and he's in a vacuum-safe suit. Way to think ahead, York.

Quickly he removes his helmet and places it on the floor, along with his guns. And he takes a moment to let Delta's calming logic wash over him, make his mind as still and serene as he could so as not to panic her any more than necessary.]

It's okay. There's plenty of air here. See?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[glances back and sees York, and then nods]

Plenty of oxygen. We're not going to suffocate, I promise.

[though he knows that the word of a stranger doesn't mean a whole lot]

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[her forehead presses to the surface of the wall, tilting her gaze back toward them]

He was... [her hand goes to point, but both of them come with, the handcuffs, too] ... there's no life support systems. Lack of ventilation.

[encryptedlock]

We're on a planet, River. No need for life support. I wear my suit because it's more comfortable.

[And safe, he's paranoid about the danger here even with the relative safety, but it's kept him alive more than once when we would have died without it.

Those handcuffs, though, those were going to have to come off.]

Hey, I can take those cuffs off, if you want? Give you some freedom?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[he hasn't really got anything helpful there, so he's just gonna take a step back and let York talk to her]

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she'll pull her hands back toward her]

Where's Simon?

[encryptedlock]

[He won't approach her - the metaphor of a wild animal always seems appropriate in River's case - but York will remain steady, calm, as reassuring as Delta can help him be. I'm here, his presence says, if you want me to take those off.]

...I don't know. Probably still on your ship. Wouldn't be surprised if he follows you here soon - doesn't like to leave you alone.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Just give him a little time. I'm sure he'll be here eventually.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

Simon, he always comes for me. [nods, pushing herself around against the wall]

There was a fight. I- I didn't mean to.

[encryptedlock]

[Hey, if she wants to keep the handcuffs on until she feels more comfortable here, that's fine by York.]

It's okay. We do things we don't mean, sometimes.

...You just got here, right? My name is York. I know you probably don't remember me, but I'm a friend.

[And he is sincere about that part.]

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[nods]

I'm a friend too. You liked to pick on me, actually.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she nods her head against the wall, letting her words rush out of her quickly]

Simon, Simon put me to sleep. Things happened and there are things that I'm supposed to forget but I've already forgotten them. It- it was with me and then I woke up and it was gone. I- I need to remember what was there.

[turns again, toward them, her wrists a bit sore from the weight of the handcuffs]

You... you don't have the key.

[encryptedlock]

[Delta files the first part away - her loss, then, it's some kind of memory.]

We'll help you find it.

[He has to smirk at the second part though. Just a little. Pride has always been one of his worse qualities.]

Don't need a key long as I've got my hands.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Maybe it just slipped your mind for a little while. It'll come back.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she glances to his hands]

You have two.

[encryptedlock]

[Hands? Minds? Yeah, he does. York nods.]

I'll take them off if you want, but you gotta come to me. I don't want to force you if you're still scared.

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[she'll glance to him and to Lance, extending her arms outward, letting him remove the handcuffs]