001 // you are the moon

[diomedea]

Who: River Tam and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: SS First Breath
When: After the shuffle!

[River is eating her dessert and thinking to herself. And then, suddenly, she smiles.]

Little planet, your moon is here. Calling to the home star, zero one zero one, she is safe. He is a small planet but he has so much gravity, he pulls her, safe, safe, sleep now shh.

[And then she looks into the camera with a smile.]

She can dance here, it's safe, far away from the watchful eyes, the sterile hands that grasp and pull. They drag her under, but not anymore. Can't cross the verse, the veil, the plane, like a curtain between the players.

She is safe here, little albatross. She can fly now.

[And then she tilts her head a little and laughs happily.]

Hello!

Comments

[puro]

[Simon, Simon, he knows that name... ] I think he is on my ship. Simon. Youa re important to him?

If only that worked as well as they say.

[diomedea]

She will be on his ship, too. They labeled me River.

[She tilts her head.]

Are you Maria? No, no, she is your planet, isn't she? The name is very loud. You miss your planet. Oh, and she has two moons.

[puro]

River. Nice to meet you, I'm Manolo.

[Oh, well. He gives a little laugh at that. ]

She's not a planet, she's a person. She does mean the world to me, though.

[Two...moons. He'll get it in a second/ ]

[diomedea]

Ave, ave.

[She smiles a bit.]

It's all very brave but desperate and you're all sugar sweet. You sing the soul songs. She can dance, you know. She likes that.

[puro]

[It's a good thing he's already used to Cole. He gives a faint, if confused smile. ]

I'll have to remember that, I'll play her something to dance to.

[DING DING ] Oh wait, are me and Joaquín the moons?

[diomedea]

[She smiles.]

Phobos and Deimos. But one is kind and the other never fears. Why are you alive?

[puro]

I...don't know those names, sorry. [He offers an apologetic shrug. He can't even be surprised she knows that. So many people here are so far away from what he'd consider normal. Honestly, he's glad of it. He's never good at explaining the technically being dead thing. ]

Because I worked very, very hard to be that way.

[diomedea]

Toro, toro, he's so sorry.

[She smiled a little.]

You have the heartsongs, it's nice. They sound like glass hums. Resonating through the skin.

[puro]

[Oh...well, yep, that's a thing. His smile fades, just a moment. The bull is the last thing he really remembers, before his lungs filled with air and his heart started beating again. ] I hope it found some peace.

[The smile's back and he lets out a soft laugh. ] I'll take that as a compliment.