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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[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.