Cancellations (for bowtimeandspace)

[songofsong]

After finding herself caught up in the wrong TARDIS (and the wrong Doctor,) River makes her way outside, back under the nighttime sky of Calderon Beta. She doesn't want to be late for Darillium, after all. It's taken her long enough to convince him to visit, and the last time they tried the restaurant had been suddenly under refurbishment. She leans against the TARDIS, folding her arms against the cool night air and smiling as she looks up at the sky, knowing soon it'll become a most magnificent canvas of stars that would light up the planet.

She hears the door open, and glances aside, smiling when she sees her top-hatted Doctor step on out of the TARDIS. "That takes me back," she says, as he joins her. "Seeing you in that suit. Our first night. Do you remember that?"

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[songofsong]

Pursing her lips, she turns to face him, evidently disappointed by their last minute change of plans. Of course, all that matters to her is that she's with him, but she really had thought she was finally going to see the Towers.

"But you promised," she says with a small pout, leaning on the emotion a little, trying to wrangle things back in her favour as she so often can. "You know how hard it is to book a table at that place."

[bowtimeandspace]

He doesn't look at her, because if he does he's too worried he'll see her sad as she looks back at him. Well, sad or manipulative, trying to tug on his heart strings. He has too many of those.

"Yes yes and we'll still go, dear. I've got a time machine, I can get us a table whenever we want." Of course that's an excuse that'll be easily forgotten the next time he's making up reasons that they can't go.

[songofsong]

There's a sigh, but River know there's no changing his mind. He's so easily fixated on a new adventure, that there's no derailing him. Darillium another time then. She lets it go and shakes her head, giving in.

"Alright," she relents. "This ball, then? Where is it?" She at least wants to get excited for their new plans - a ball does sound exciting, especially one they're going to gatecrash.

[bowtimeandspace]

"I don't know. A place! A planet. Somewhere new. With lots of corridors and some sort of distaster we need to avert in twenty five minutes or Christmas'll be cancelled."

He doesn't know, but that sounds good, doesn't it? Sounds about right. Right up their street. The rest they can work out along the way.

[songofsong]

It does sound good, and River can't help but smirk slowly at his suggestion. He does know how to impress a girl, doesn't he? She doesn't want to act too enthused however - she needs to sulk a little longer about missing out on Darillium after all.

She shrugs lightly, distracting herself a moment by checking her dress is still sitting well. "Well, it's a start, I suppose," she says absently. "But it'd better be good." He has to make it up to her, and she smiles a little wider at the prospect of that. It could make tonight all the more entertaining.

[bowtimeandspace]

"A start!" he scoffs. "Hah!" It's more than a start, Professor Song. It's spectacular. At the very least. I always try and start off with spectacular."

He's doing a good show of it, at least, a good show of grinning and smiling. Maybe he'll be happier soon. Maybe.

[songofsong]

River raises her eyebrows in playful challenge. He's right, of course. He provides nothing short of spectacular, as told by the dying light around them that gradually recedes to the inky blackness of night. River's head turns to look out to sea once more, the stars returning to their usual scattering.

"I suppose you do," she says nostalgically, fondly remembering her first time seeing this sky, and that first night they spent together. To think, they're there right now in the tree above them, embarking on a relationship that would change her life forever.