[There's no rule against having Christmas themed dreams a few days late, is there? If there is, it's not one River Song ever paid any mind to. Of course, all of the music and decorations are contained in a rusty space ship-looking room, but without windows it might be anything from an old warehouse to a submarine. An excessively roomy submarine without any of the proper movements associated with deep sea diving.

Whichever the case, the party seems lively enough, with a wide variety of human and humanoid species milling through the room and the din of conversation and celebration nearly louder than the music itself.

River herself stands at the refreshments table in a sparkling black dress holding a bottle of something that could probably knock an unwary man unconscious. Occasionally she'll portion it out into a daintier crystal glass, but often she'll simply drink it straight and grin at the people passing by.

A short distance from her, the three figures from her previous dream, the sandy-haired man, the red-haired woman, and the geek in a bow-tie the taller dark-haired man seem to be involved in their own miniature celebration (because it's stretching the truth a bit to call their flailing about 'dancing'). Their laughter and voices are loud enough to carry over the din, but none of their words are distinct enough to catch. She doesn't seem overly bothered by it.]

If he keeps flailing like that he's going to take someone's eye out, and then they'll all be kicked out. [She sighs] I could stop him, but I think we both know it'd be a waste of my efforts.

This dream has an old familiarity to it, almost homey despite the rather fantastic setting. It's a library, but not one that would likely exist anywhere. The shelves are formed of translucent ice, formed in to whorls and twisting pillars that hold countless numbers of books. As if to completely defy logic, flowers grow from the floor and the temperature is pleasantly cool.

Tseng can be found at one of the myriad of shelves, pulling books off and opening them before dropping them on the ground at his feet in his frustration. "I can't read any of these."