Reserved at roadoftrode, voicetesting her Ark AU

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Oh, my. Don't go for the ladies much, do you?

Don't worry. I'm more than woman enough to make up for the deficit.

[A moment of holding it in, and then River bursts out laughing.]

Lord, I haven't talked like that since my twenties. I'm really getting too old, aren't I? Dreaming up another life with my brilliant alien boy-toy... who doesn't look a day over twenty-five, by the way. ...no, if I wanted arm candy, I would go back to the Capitol and take up a nice, cushy job at one of the Universities. Find some young thing who wanted me to fix his grades for him.

But I have real work to do.

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[thecricketer]

Excuse me, boy-toy? [That tone of crotchety indignance is undermined a bit by the flushed cheeks.]

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[Whoops - she doesn't know this face, yet.]

He's a figment of my imagination. I can call him what I like.

[thecricketer]

[HUFF] I most assuredly am not, thank you.

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You?

[She doesn't want to believe it. She can't. But those are some awfully familiar mannerisms.]

...do you know who I am?

[thecricketer]

Only through places like this. [He waves his hand in a vague gesture. And then, well, he grins.]

Hello, I'm the Doctor.

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[Yup. More staring.]

You're... [...real.] ...blonde.

[thecricketer]

Yes, I know. Second time, so far.

[He runs his hair through it, grimacing slightly.] Of course, it wasn't so - so fluffy, the first time round.

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I like it.

[Finding her mental footing again. She saunters over and regards his lapel.]

And ooh, look. You've brought me a snack.

[thecricketer]

Do you? [His smile turns UTTERLY SCANDALISED as he protectively clasps his celery.] Really, now, you've no idea where that's been.

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I certainly know where it is, and I find myself wondering why.

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If they can't fix their own grades, I doubt they're worth the trouble.

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Depends on what sort of trouble you're talking about.

Though, in all seriousness, I agree. A working brain is far more attractive than a vacant, pretty face.

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I find skilled fingers are worth more than pleasing looks.

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In more ways than one, no doubt.

[She sighs.]

They're so silly, though, aren't they? These dreams we've had. I don't know whether to laugh or despair. A psychologist could have a field day with mine.

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Mm. [ One could have a field day with his, too, but he doesn't particularly want to say that out loud. Have a little pouty-face, River. ]