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we're all going to hell, Dean.

CHARACTERS: Bela Talbot and empathy partners
LOCATION: Everywhere
WARNINGS: Violence, child abuse, horror. Will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Catch-all for empathy plot
NOTES: I can post a starter if you need me to, just pm me with anything you want/need in it. This is for the canons I'm not super familiar with. I've also included links to plotting posts below the cut.

link to original plotting post + post with video and notes

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[This time, more than a few of the memories River's been seeing have been of the Tranquility. She quickly comes to the conclusion that she doesn't know who's on the other side of the link, but eventually she catches a glimpse of the woman's passenger number and wastes no time in contacting her.]

Hello. Shall we do lunch?

[As much as she hates the thought of others seeing into her mind, there's no reason to take it out on the innocent. She appears to be quite calm and casual about the whole thing.]

[While Bela detested the fact that her memories were out in the open for others to see, she can't do anything about it. The only thing she could do was deal with the situation as best as she could and ride out any possible consequences.]

Hello. Yes, I think we should.

[Maybe then they'd be able to have a discussion on what was shared.]

Thank you for contacting me.

I suspect it's in both of our best interests. I'll see you in the kitchens, unless you'd prefer somewhere more private.

The kitchens would be fine. I'm sure there won't be anyone else around to disturb us. I won't keep you waiting too long, okay?

[River closes the video feed and goes to find the necessary materials for a couple of sandwiches while she waits. She's never felt the need to be much of a cook, after all.]

[Bela isn't exactly gifted in the cooking department so sandwiches would do her just fine. She arrives at the kitchen around fifteen minutes later, entering the room to meet the woman who had contacted her.]

Hello there.

Hello. [She extends a hand for Bela to shake.] River Song.

[It's said with a bit more emphasis than usual. She wants to be clear that if Bela's heard anyone call her by anything else in a memory, it's not the name she goes by now.]

Bela Talbot. [She takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly yet politely.]

It's nice to meet you in person.

[Depending on the memories that River actually saw, she may have learned that Bela wasn't her real name. Hopefully they will be able to clear the air.]

Indeed. It's always nice to meet someone in a similar line of work to oneself, after all.

[River may have channeled her own thieving tendencies into a more-or-less legitimate career, but it certainly wasn't out of any moral compunction.]

I agree. Not very often that I get to meet someone like you who understands that kind of business.

[She could appreciate that River did, even if their backgrounds and experiences differed in a lot of ways.]

Shall we sit?

Yes, let's.

[She takes her sandwich and goes to find somewhere.]

I have a feeling we may be here a while.

I share that feeling.

[Bela follows suit, picking up a sandwich before glancing over at River.]

But I will admit, it isn't my first choice as a way to get to know people.

I'd be surprised if there was anyone on board who would choose it. We'll just have to deal with it as best we can.

[Which in River's case generally means lying anyway and hoping they haven't seen anything to contradict it.]

And deal with it I shall. Not the worst thing to have happened to me here but I don't want to risk any fallout. [A pause.] Shall I begin or will you?

I suspect that of the two of us, my life is more confusing to see in snippets, so go on.

[That and she'd rather know what Bela knows sooner rather than later.]

True. [Bela agrees with a nod. She didn't make much sense of what she saw.]

So, from what I could decipher from your memories you're an archaeologist who has possibly traveled through time and you were imprisoned. Am I right so far?

Not a bad summary. I do try to keep the archaeology separate to the time travel when I can, though. It's less fun otherwise.

Probably the best idea really. [It's fascinating though.] I suppose my follow up question to that would be how do you keep track of everything?

My diary is rather well-used, as you can imagine.

But enough about me. [River thinks she has a fair handle on what Bela's probably seen, now.] What about you? Have you ever been caught?

[The emphasis being on 'you' with the hopeful implication that the reason Bela's seen River in prison is because she got caught stealing.]

[A diary. Bela has never really kept one of those; if she needs to make notes on her appointments, she used her phone or a calendar. As for writing down how she feels, it wasn't really her style.

Maybe that would change here though.]

I had a few close calls but I managed to give them the slip. That's why using aliases and not leaving fingerprints is essential in our line of work. [Disguises were also useful.] What else did you see?

Each day brought a new set of memories to Bela and it was getting old. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if she saw the happy kind but that wasn't the case- everyone here seemed to have terrible lives back home, or at least a few notable traumatic experiences. Bela didn't want to see the pain of others, whatever suffering they had endured. Mainly because she was dealing with her own.

Trying to figure out who the memories belonged to was always fun and now all Bela wanted to do was rest and take it easy. But she had to find them, knowing that they had glimpsed into what was in her mind; she had to make them understand somehow.

The urge for alcohol wasn't a strange one for Murphy. It was hard to tell if this was just a momentary reprieve from being stuck in someone else's head, or if this was part of another link he had with another person once again. If so, then they at least had better taste than he did.

Murphy could be found in the bar area, serving himself up drinks for the last hour or so. Though in actuality he had lost track of the time. His head whirled with all kinds of places he had never seen before, never traveled to. He never went that far beyond the familiarity of the place he had made his home.

It wasn't that bad, at first. He might have even reveled in the memories for a few brief moments as he went to grab his glass of finer whiskey to drink.

And then some really smelly shit hit the fan.

The glass dropped without Murphy even realizing it, his hand swinging up over his face. As if covering his eyes would somehow stop the things he saw, or lived through. It shouldn't even come as a surprise... everyone had their baggage to carry. Some more than others. It still didn't make him feel any less sick to his stomach.

She wasn't sure what drew her to the bar in her search, but here Bela was. Stepping into the area and glancing around as she headed to the nearest empty bar stool. It was dead, eerily quiet for a ship that had a lot of passengers on board it.

The memories Bela saw and felt not long ago still lingered in her mind, even when she ordered a drink. They weren't so easy to shake off and pretending seemed pointless after what Bela had been witness to. Her gaze moved over the room again before it settled on Murphy, someone Bela had not spoke to for a while- perhaps they were destined to meet here. She picked up her glass and walked over to him, leaning against the bar.

"Hey," Bela said in greeting, looking Murphy over. "Been some time hasn't it?"

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we're all going to hell, Dean.

{stage two: october 11 - october 24}

video for now but moving to action soon?

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{stage three: october 25 - november 7}

for Murphy

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