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What little girl did not enjoy playing dress up? And what was the point of being grown up if you could not be childish sometimes?
River was most definitely enjoying her current period outfit. Of course, she'd initially had much less innocent thoughts about the gypsy outfit when her husband had insisted she wear it. But that was before he informed her this wasn't to be... ah.. recreational. He needed her to help him. A past him.
And highly functioning psychopath or not, there was little that River could deny her Doctor.
He'd set her manipulator (best not to cross his own timestream directly with the TARDIS) and River had been on her way. One careful application of lipstick, and she had insinuated herself into a well known festival.
It was just a matter of waiting for the Doctor to make his way through here. Lucky she had all his faces memorized.
The Doctor weaved uncomfortably through the crowd, awkwardly apologizing and stumbling through the crowd of cheerful faces. Most of the people there figured The Doctor was just drunk, having indulged too much in the frivolities of the evening. But the simple fact of the matter, He was horribly lost and confused.
The Doctor had yet another sudden attack of Amnesia. He felt that the reason he was here was important, but the significance was lost on him. As he ambled through, he came to booth with a tall mirror. He stared at it curiously, touching his face.. a strange face with wide bright blue eyes and thick wavy brown hair, slightly beginning to recede at the temples.
His brows knitted together with confusion, tilting his head to the side as he stared at the mirror.. a voice whispered in the back of his mind.. it was his own voice.. "Hello.. I'm The Doctor!" Okay.. so now there was a name to the face... But.. A Doctor of what? Doctor who? Another whispered memory as a name wriggled into his mind "Smith.... John Smith, if you please"
He finally looked away from the mirror, looking up at the night sky, his hair blowing back slightly in the soft breeze. Okay.. so he had a name.... but nothing else was coming back.
By the time River spotted the Doctor, she had come to quite enjoy her role here - and the status that came with it. This was a culture that quite respected its fortune tellers, and River quite loved attention.
As did this Doctor, from what she could see. He'd walked right up to a mirror.
Was he straight off a regeneration?
Sidling past a curtain wall, River smiled slyly to the younger Doctor.
"Hello, sweetie. Come to have your fortune, read?"
He wasn't sure how or why he knew, but he knew that this woman was a gypsy. (at least, her demeanor and costume were very convincing) He studied her for a moment, sadly realizing it was not a face he recognized.. But then. "You cant even recognize your own face, why should you remember hers?" he told himself sadly, a tang of bitterness in his mental voice. But just because he couldn't remember, didn't mean he couldn't be a gentleman and indulge in a little palmistry and tarot.
He politely took her hand, delicately kissing the top of her hand. "I'd be delighted!" he chirped. Gypsies were always to insightful. Granted most Tarot readings were the art of suggestion, but perhaps she could reveal something and trigger a memory. Something other than just a vague name.
He followed the charming gypsy woman within the tent and found himself sitting comfortably on a pillow covered floor with a circular table. He sat cross legged in the pillows and looked to the lovely woman with the amazing ringlets of blond hair.
His brow arched slightly when she addressed him as Doctor. Perhaps she did know him.. But now he felt guilty for not knowing her. "Why dont you surprise me, my dear?" he laid his hands upon the table to imply that was was open for whatever she was willing to try "Although, I'm rather fond of Palmistry. Such an intimate practice"
[[OOC: Excuse me as I BS my way through fortune telling. To anyone who actually knows how to do this, my deepest apologies for no doubt mucking it up.]]
Oh, he did like to pull her strings, didn’t he? Still, River loved the challenge. She’d play along for a little while longer. It was always the most fun to get his curiousity whet before pulling out the bigger guns such as ‘When I say run, Run!’ and other old standbys.
Fanning her tarot deck as she sat down across from him, River took the time to study this Doctor’s face. His hair was rather long, longer than hers before straightening, but it suited him. A long face that showed some wear, and such young eyes. Young and lost and so flirtatious River was having trouble restraining herself.
It wouldn’t do to seduce the man before his fortune had even been read, after all.
Although, I'm rather fond of Palmistry. Such an intimate practice.
“Indeed. To share so much of yourself with a stranger, in the hopes you might glean some knowledge as well.”
Brushing her palms lightly across the back of his hands, River slowly turned them over.
“Which hand would you like me to read? The left, which holds the twisted paths of your past? Or the right? What you may make of yourself in the future to come?”
Touching his fingertips lightly, she purred, “The potential the gods have given you, or what you will do with all you have been given, and all you have lost. Your choice.”
The Doctor smiled softly, gently offering the woman his left hand. "I'll become aware of the future in it's own good time." He wasn't about to admit to this woman, charming as she was, that he was suffering for an identy crisis. And it wasn't so much he thought he was someone else.... He didnt know who he was at all save a vague title-
"A few details seemed to have slipped my mind, perhaps you can illuminate the steps I need to retrace?"
The word hung in the air between them, knowing he would have no idea quite the depth of meaning there was between them. He couldn't, of course. And yet their little space was rich with all manner of tension and chemistry.
"A few details seemed to have slipped my mind, perhaps you can illuminate the steps I need to retrace?"
"Sounds like you've got quite the problem, then. We are all the sum of our memories. A Time Lord even more so."
Why would he have forgotten? River didn't know, of course, that the Doctor's eighth incarnation was no stranger to this sort of episode. Her husband, however, rarely gave more information than absolutely needed.
Cradling his left hand with her own, River traced her finger across his heart line starting from the outside of his palm and tapering off as she neared the end.
"Such a strong heart. You have a chained heartline, you see?" River glanced up to him briefly before continuing, "That tells me you rely on your emotions and those of those closest to you for strength and support. You may find yourself falling in love easily, or perhaps you're merely more flirtatious.
"Hm... you don't strike me as the type of man that has always been that way, though. Perhaps you've gone through a recent change?"
And that was the closest she would get just now to asking if he had regenerated.
"Certainly very creative. Like a deeply driven scientist or an artist even."
River laughed a little. "I bet you are fantastic at making things up on the fly. Encounter a problem? You've got the solution. Even if everyone else thinks you're going out on the most bizarre limb. On the negative side... you may be a bit of an adrenaline junkie, mn? Do you like to live on the edge, always looking for the next big thing?"
The doctor smiled softly as she trailed her soft fingers over his calloused palms. The soft hint of callouses was the only immediate hint that this regeneration was anything but recent. He smiled softly, intrigued by her touch until she said two very important and powerful words. His fingers twitched in reaction. "Time Lord..... Yes, I think I remember that. That's what I am. " his free hand went to delicatly touch his own lips as he seemed to be trying to recall something else.. something important, but it just wasn't coming to him.
He shook his head softly, apologizing for interrupting her and kindly nodded to her "Please.. Continue."
He chuckled at the mention of being a flirt.. Was he? He suspected as much, as the temptation to dot a kiss to her hand again, entered his mind. But the more she plugged in the missing pieces to his puzzle, those striking blue eyes went wide. Something was off.
It then hit him, how would a mere gypsy know what a Time Lord was? No.. This woman knew him. But now the questions was.. Was this woman friendly and just trying to gingerly coax him back into his memories? or was she toying with him? He stared into her brilliant hazel blue eyes. The look on her face immediately told him... Both. She was trying to help.. But there was a coy playfulness in her voice. But he chose to er on the side of caution and gently drew his hand away and rose to a stand "I thank you, good lady. But I'm afraid that is all the time I have. You have been most helpful."
He patted the pockets of his frock coat, a few period coins from the era jangled softly. Now how had he gotten those? "It was most illuminating, my dear. What form of payment do you prefer?"
He remembered enough to be on guard now, it would seem. Perhaps that was for the best, given how thin her knowledge of palmistry stretched. Even if she really did like this outfit.
Perhaps too much on his guard, for the Doctor was now withdrawing as politely as he could.
"Today I require only your continued safety, my love," she replied very softly. "Trouble is afoot, and I'm here to help."
The Doctor gently arched a brow at her in obvious confusion.. She seemed to intimately familiar with him that it was actually unsettling him. "How is it you know me so intimately? You know my name, you know what I am.. Who are you?"
His tone was curious but guarded as he stepped towards her, his light blue eyes meeting with hers. "How do I know you are not the reason I can remember nothing?"
The poor dear. Must he always ask that question and force her to disappoint him? She didn't enjoy that at all.
"Spoilers," River purred, remaining still as he approached her.
The woman's body language remained confident, even as the Doctor skirted around a possible accusation. The barb of his doubt pricked at her, but that only showed briefly in her eyes.
No, River wouldn't let circumstance injure her. There were far more important things.
"You don't," she replied confidently, arching an eyebrow slightly to silently ask what he planned to do about it.
He cleared his throat as she eloquently danced around the topic of her identity. That hardly seemed fair. Here she was, practically knowing all his deepest innermost secrets of who he was. and he didnt even get a name? Oh he was going to pester this woman.
"Very well, my dear. I'll play along" His eyes flashed an odd grey color, the only hint at all of his annoyance, since he certainly felt he was being toyed with. But despite his blatant mistrust, she obviously knew him. He couldn't just walk away from her now. Something was jabbing at the back of his mind telling him that he needed her, and this just made him all the more annoyed.
"May I at least have the pleasure of your name, my dear? Or shall I make one for you?", he smirked. The name 'Molly' came to mind although he couldn't fathom why.
She was being cheeky, but her Doctor always loved it that way so River saw no need for her to change her ways. Impulsively, River sashayed to his side before planting a kiss on his cheek. That might make him feel better or worse, but it certainly improved her mood drastically.
“River Song, my love, as you will have had named me. I’m quite fond of it, you know. There’s no need to come up with another one.”
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