we're all just kids who grew up way too fast;

[thoughts]

CHARACTERS: river tam and you! this is open to everyone ever.
LOCATION: the gardens
WARNINGS: only the general creepifyin' stuff for this one, i think!
SUMMARY: when the going gets sleepy, the insomniacs get going. river has more time on her hands and that means more time to explore the gardens and collect "supplies" for questionable things. this is a good place to be.
NOTES: this a catch-all for garden interactions in september. give me a nudge if you want to plot something specific out, but they can totally just bump into each other as well!


[ she doesn't mind the sleeplessness. to the contrary, she's happy for it, so terrified was she last month of going to sleep and never waking up again. this is the opposite and her body aches for it, it groans in the mornings and tenses at night and her brain reminds her that neither are really happening. time is lost between sleep cycles that never come, which means time is all they have left.

which is fine by her. she can hunt down her wayward fox, assuming it would look for something natural to burrow into. she can seek out flowers for her delusions of grandeur, because nothing is ever going to be as good as it has been. or, alternatively, she can just sit and watch and wait for nothing.

nothing is fine. nothing is better than the monsters that are waiting around the corner. join her for a bit of rest without resting. it's what all the cool kids are doing these days. ]

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[thoughts]

[ she snaps back to him almost the exact moment the words leave his lips, the wonder in her eyes turned to something more solid, unyielding. ]

It's not.

[ her tone is insistent, urgent, but she realises that he's only just gotten here and of course he wouldn't know. she frowns, brows furrowed, and touches her own lips as though wondering where the words came from, or maybe where they go. her voice gets quieter, somewhere between confused and resigned. ]

It's not. Away. It's at the heart of everything.

[dino_zarf]

It's not?

[He shoots her a puzzled look. It seems rather off to the side and quiet here.

You can never be sure with River, but it's worth a shot.]

What do you mean?

[thoughts]

[ but she doesn't know how to explain it. she doesn't even know how she knows, in that way of hers; and even then, she's probably wrong. nothing makes sense and for all that she thinks in broken lines and bursts of light, river doesn't function as well without any basis of logic to work on. ]

It's, um. It's the centre.

[ pictures work. she draws a circle in the soil at her feet, marking it with tq and continuing to speak. ]

And we're pulled here. It takes us in, from all over.

[ lines moving in towards the circle at varying lengths, some crossing and others moving in odd curves or squiggles but they all lead to the same centre. when it starts to look like the stereotypical children's drawing of a sun, she inhales sharply and messes up the drawing with her hand. ]

It's not. It's not, it moves through the centre and it pulls everything in. It's a black hole.

[dino_zarf]

You mean the ship.

[He thought they were still on the garden. Maybe someday he'll get the knack for following River's conversations. For now, he'll still need a moment to catch up]

You're talking about how we get here.