voice testin' and all that. canon is once.

[hoovers]

 Oh, for fuck's sake...

Just as I'm about to abandon this ol' thing for good, you're here, yellin' at me t' pick it back up.

Maybe after a pint or ten, I'll be up to it. 'Till then, not a chance.

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[kopec]

Don't you hear it? Playmeplaymeplaymeplayme.

[hoovers]

( grumble grumble: )

Apparently that's all me mun's been hearin' lately.

As for me, well, I don't exactly see the point.

[kopec]

[ And she coos, ] And how could she not with a grand face like yours?

You think of the past often. You could think of what-ifs too, no? I think we are allowed such things in a place like this.

[hoovers]

( he certainly won't show any kind of reaction to that compliment, no. )

But, it's just, like...

What's the point? There's probably nothin' for me here, either.

( even he knows that his protestations are absolutely meaningless, but he's stubborn. )

[kopec]

Has our time together shown you nothing, silly Irishman?

[ At least she didn't bring up his naked legs. Yet. ]

Come on, show a little excitement. I have missed you.

[hoovers]

( please, nobody needs to so much as think about the sight of his naked legs. ever. )

Have you now.

Don't ye think this is just goin' to be... ( words. words. he struggles to think of the right word. ) ... taxing, goin' through all this -- this whatever it is again?

[kopec]

That is the beauty of this, ah, nexus. [ She spreads her arms to indicate such. ]

We do not have to face such heartbreak. There is the way we must go and the paths we must take, and there is this. Possibilities.

[hoovers]

Possibilities.

( he gazes pensively to the ground - to his guitar in its case, namely - hand at his chin as he contemplates all of this - these possibilities. he's certainly had enough heartbreak in his life. who is he to argue if this life takes him down a different path?

he looks back up again. )

Maybe... it won't be so bad, y'know -

[kopec]

Ha! What is this I hear? Optimism?

[ Naturally, the Girl is delighted and reaches to give his upper arms a squeeze of affection. ]

It will be better than "not bad." It will be good for you and I.

[hoovers]

Now, now, don't be jumpin' to conclusions... Optimism's a pretty strong word. I prefer somethin' like... inevitable acceptance.

( blink and you miss his brief flash of a smile. )

Guess I don't have a choice but to trust you, yeah?

[kopec]

Oh, friend, did I ever lead you down a bad path before?

[ He shoulders get a squeeze for good measure as well. There is endless energy in her and she finds that he is her very best outlet. ] I tell you! I missed you and now we must go on another adventure, wherever you desire. I will go and we can pretend there are no strings, yes?

[hoovers]

No, I suppose you haven't.

( and she has certainly lead him down a number of paths. her overabundance of energy would seem an unlikely match for his awkwardness, his general lack of interest in a whole lot of things... but she ends up being an almost perfect foil to him, dragging him here and there, a little spark in his otherwise mundane life. )

Wherever I desire? So basically you're sayin' that if I give the word, we can just pick up and head to London, or New York, or - I dunno, Mars?

( the first two are questionable, and the third is certainly a no-go. still, the idea of pretending that there's nothing keeping them right here in Dublin is quite appealing - no mas, no das, no children, no cheating ex-girlfriends, and certainly no husbands. )

[kopec]

[ Maybe at the time she needed a new project to take her mind off the situation at hand but in him, she saw something quite amazing and still does. His words back then hadn't been lost on her, the prospect of living together and making music. Just them. Perhaps she may take her daughter, however, for she could never abandon her.

She speaks Very Seriously: ]

You would not like Mars.

PB confusion for the lulz?

[riverborntorun]

Oi, what's with the voice? Not to mention the borderline alcoholism. You and Amy have a tiff?

by all means! ;)

[hoovers]

'S not alcoholism, it's just --

Who the hell is Amy?

[riverborntorun]

Excuse me? Amy - your wife. Or girlfriend. Redhead, Scottish?

[hoovers]

( he just looks at this wild-haired woman like she's got twelve eyeballs. )

Think you've got me mixed up with some other guy or somethin'...

[riverborntorun]

[And, despite the facial features, that's a very un-Rory look.] Yes, or I've somehow walked into a parallel universe...

Mind answering some questions for me?

[hoovers]

Erm - I s'pose so...

( he gently toes the lid of the guitar case on the ground closed, bending to flip down the latches. )

[riverborntorun]

I'll do my best to make it worth your while. [She smiles sweetly. Any other day she'd be flirting up a storm to get what information she wants. But Mr. Dad-face? That's a whole world of no. Even River Song has boundaries.]

So, where are you from, stranger?

[hoovers]

Been right here me whole life.

... here in Dublin, I mean. Dublin, Ireland.

( he figures he had better be terribly specific. )

[riverborntorun]

[So THAT's where she had ended up. Interesting...]

Right, of course. No wonder I looked foolish asking about the accent. My apologies. I'm new, just off the bus. I assume it shows.

[hoovers]

Oh, it's no problem, really. ( he offers a small shrug. ) Are ye visitin' someone or just passin' through or...?

[riverborntorun]

Oh, passing through, it seems. I had some friends I was looking for - mistook you for one of them, apparently.

[hoovers]

Apparently. ( he crosses his arms idly. ) Bit odd, don't ye think? S'pose stranger things have happened 'round here, though. Especially lately.