onepassingnight | Third Entry

[If you've managed to stumble back into River Song's dreams, today you'll find yourself in a drab cement hallway, which seems to curve off into the distance indefinitely. There's a constant blueish teal light flooding the hallway, but the constant flashes of lightning through the windows in each of the cells lining the left wall nearly do more to light the place and the row of wall phones on the right than the lights. Much of the cells are empty, although there's evidence people ought to be living in them by personal belongings and messed covers. In the distance you might hear an indecipherable loud speaker, the clanging of metal, and marching boots of soldiers, but they never get louder no matter how far you go in either direction.

Eventually, you might find the one cell with a prisoner still inside. Doctor River song sits on her cot, scrawling an entry into an oversized and overworn blue diary. The stylish outfits she's worn are replaced by a dress that's little more than a rag, and her well-kept curls are a bit wild this time.

Once she's finished writing, she snaps the book shut and glances up with a smile.]

I thought you might be along.

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[There are times she knows she needs to stop, times she knows she's on a collision course and the needs the crash so she doesn't go even farther.

Maybe it's not surprising Mercury's found herself in a prison, and then in a cell.

She would have expected taunting more than that smile. She frowns in the irritating vagueness of her own lack of understanding. Her voice comes out strong, almost demanding.]

What's this about?

[She doesn't get up from where she's sitting, she just arches an eyebrow and gives the other woman an expectant look.]

What's it look like?

If you were expecting me [she leaves the doubt open]

I want to know why. And I want to know where this is.

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You're in Stormcage. And why shouldn't I expect you? You've been here before.

You're mistaken. [She doesn't even recognize the name. She recognizes the woman - from a cafe in Paris.]

[A cafe in Paris? She can hardly wait.] Am I? We've met before, haven't we?

[In a temple, rather. But the answer is the same, even if she'd been in that dream in the form of Mizuno Ami.]

It's been awhile since then. [She gives little sign of it, but it always strikes a chord when someone acts as though she's memorable. She's done a lot to become so.]

However, I definitely haven't been here before.

Has it been? [To her, not so much. But Ami is free to interpret that statement however she wishes. Regardless, she smiles.] You haven't been to Stormcage before. I never said you had.

You said I'd been here before. [She frowns. She has the sensation of feeling her way blindly, and it makes her faintly irritable.]

Haven't you? Changing the dressing doesn't change the set, Dear.

Are you saying this is an illusion?

Hardly, an illusion would be a disguise. There's nothing more to see here than you already do.

Then stop talking in riddles and explain clearly.

[Her smile might be a touch indulgent.] My dream, Sweetheart, you're in it again.

That was already clear without you saying so!

[She wanted to know why it was claimed she'd been here- And then she understands, with the quick mind of Mercury: The place within the dream was the same, like saying someone had been to Tokyo if they'd been to its Juuban district.

She admits it somewhat sulkily.]

I understand.

[She is a very patient woman, and therefore simply watches the other woman expectantly for the moment it takes the woman to make the mental connection. After the acknowledgment, she smiles.] You might have chosen a more interesting dream to crash.

I happened here by chance. You're the one who should make it interesting - if it's yours.

Hm. I can't have every dream include space dinosaurs. You just might need to work on your timing.

Should I schedule in advance?

Did you? [Sephiroth doesn't refute the claim, but he does find it curious. He was once kept in a cell, but not exactly as a prisoner.]

I wasn't expecting it, myself. What is this place?

[Does it count as a prisoner when you regularly take holidays?]

You're in Stormcage, Sweetheart, a planet sized prison for planet sized crimes.

I'm unfamiliar with the facility. Was your crime so monumental, then? [This may be a prison for the worst of criminals, but he remains polite.]

Do you know of me? I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure.

The most monumental. [Her expression is perfectly neutral with her first answer, but a slow smile spreads with his second question.] No, I don't think you have, have you?

And what did you do, if I may ask? [He wouldn't jump to any conclusions until he knows all the details--or believes he does. Besides, it isn't his place to judge criminals. He is a soldier.]

No, not that I recall. My name is Sephiroth.

I killed someone. Someone very important. [If her smile fades at all, it's fully returned by her introduction.] Doctor River Song. I have a feeling we might just see more of each other in the future.

I see. [Sephiroth has only killed people on the battlefield, in the context of warfare, but he isn't particularly fazed by what she says. He's quite familiar with assassins in his line of work. He decides it would be impolitic to inquire further. He nods.] Doctor Song.

Perhaps we will, though I don't know when I'll have occasion to visit here again. This is another dream, I take it. So you are not truly bound here.

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whoops confusion between her and the TARDIS. >_< my apologies

No problem, dreamy confusion.

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