04 May 2012 @ 08:29 pm
♕ two  
[ mid morning, your front door ]

[ Sometime around late morning, or maybe early afternoon, there comes an urgent knock at your door. If you ignore it, the knocking continues, probably mixed with some insistent doorbell ringing for a change of pace. Whoever's at your door doesn't seem to be going anywhere until you finally give in and answer.

And when you do answer, whether it's after one knock or twenty, you'll find River wedging herself into your doorframe and shoving all sorts of cosmetics into your face for inspection. If you seem nice, or an easy mark, she might even start to try to test them out on you. It doesn't matter if you're man, woman, or child, being a door to door make up saleswoman may be a step down from archaeologist, but that's not going to stop her from excelling.

Can you say, employee of the year? ]


Oh, I'd say you're a summer, definitely a summer. Some pinks will brighten your complexion right up!

[ late afternoon, john doe park ]

[ After a long day (or not) of work, River is sunbathing in the park. Sadly, the 1950s don't offer much in the way of proper summer clothing. As such, River has stripped down to her lacy things as she stretches out on a towel in the grass.

She seems to be asleep, and just ripe for the bothering. ]

[ phone ]

I've been thinking a bit, about all the... temporal stability in this place. I thought it would be a nice change of pace, but it's starting to feel a little stale. How do non-time travelers ever live with that?
 
 
25 February 2012 @ 08:40 pm
♕ one  
[ 916 bilko blv ]

[ On this particular morning, you will come down into the kitchen to find not breakfast, but what looks like the aftermath of a tornado passing through. Drawers have been ransacked, their contents flung every which way, and at this point nothing has been left untouched. River is in the midst of all of this, still dressed in a nightgown, still rummaging and searching. ]

[ afternoon ; hardware store ]

[ River is dressed to the nines and looks as fabulous as someone forced to deal with a lackluster 1950s wardrobe possibly can, leaned over the counter and chatting almost venomously with the drone worker. ]

What do you mean I need my husband present to purchase a firearm? I'm perfectly capable love, more than you could even imagine.

[ The fuss is beginning to cause something of a slowdown for those doing their shopping, and River is quite disappointed that flirting seems to have no effect on the drone. ]

[ phone ]

You know, there's lots of good reasons why time travelers never stick around in the 1950s. Sure, if you're a white male what could be better, but I'd much rather break my way out of this transdimensional lock box as soon as possible. I'm a busy woman, very important time and space schedules to keep up with.

There aren't any Stepfords I should be looking out for, are there?