Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 2 - Personal Interwoven Soulcatchers

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Following you awakening and talking with a few of the members through the communication systems by way of the three kind people who had awakened her, Nezaitben realized how the crew was stuck in a terrible mess.

So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.

Yet the ship was still sad.

This would not do.

That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.

These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.

A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.

That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.

[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!

There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]

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River and Eleven

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

It's not that River doesn't trust him, it's just she doesn't trust that something he says won't trigger a spoilerific memory to the surface. She's not even sure if her shield will do anything at all to stop him from having access to said memory. It was utterly bizarre how he could be inside of her body as well.

Proportions? River's voice is full of mirth and smugness as the Doctor's mind inevitably drifts into complimenting her curves. Nice to know you fancy me, sweetie. Because if she didn't already know, now would be undeniable proof. He liked the shape and look of her body, even if he didn't rightly know what to do with it just yet. His feelings, thoughts, and emotions are flooding into her at a speed where she feels quite overwhelmed with sights, scents, colors, and emotions that are all terribly alien to her. Despite her extra chromosomes, she's still human and the Doctor is entirely alien. It's like seeing the world through new eyes entirely.

Doctor, you're overwhelming me a bit here... She sounds a bit breathless and quietly, she wonders if he can detect anything other about her senses. Deciding to avoid that subject entirely, she chuckles and stands. She's still fully dressed and thankfully she decides to spare the Doctor the embarrassment of changing her clothes. If you're quite through petting my hair - which I know you love by the way - I think the best way to resolve this would be to find your body.

Re: River and Eleven

[makeherblue]

River, he can't help but fancy you a little, even knowing what he knows. You're just too infuriating and interesting and he never did have a chance, did he?

It's all rather hard to squirm or even have a decent fidget when he doesn't have his own body to go about it properly, the Doctor feeling that doing it as a floating incorporable Whatever just isn't quite the same no matter how curvey it is in here. River's fingers, for example, aren't as long and bony as his, so they're no good at the style of fussing he's used to. The weird thing about sharing bodies was he could feel River feeling him approving of the interesting changes; an odd little circle that doesn't stop there, a link that he knows she's both struggling to get used to, big old alien head in there and oh yes. Right. The loads of secrets they each have. This is far past the complicated stage.

River Song, I'll have you know I can manage a body. You have the same number of arms and legs as I do!

As for the...other bits, well! The Doctor hardly thinks they're a priority, despite how interesting it is to have them attached to his person. Their person. It's almost like a peek of what it would be like to regenerate into a woman, come to think of it.

"I suppose it's lying around somewhere! Hopefully I didn't brain myself. Or worse. But braining is a good start," the Doctor says out the side of River's mouth. It comes out...sultry. He's not even trying and it comes out in that purr of hers. He blinks with her eyes, startled, like a cat running face first into the screen door. "So! Lovely hair aside. I was in the TARDIS, so unless my body wandered off, I should still be there."

Hopefully still there.

Oops, did he think that outloud? Either way, it went bleeding right through the link between them, this rather ominous color to the word "oops", as if he'd said it far more than any being should.

River and Eleven

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

No, he never did stand a chance against her. And to think, he'd tried to run away from her at one point. That hadn't really worked out, now had it? Can't run from destiny up. Well, you can but it'll always catch up eventually.

River's the child of the TARDIS, she can handle his 'big alien head' without being harmed. Probably one of the few that could. Seeing and feeling with his senses, experiencing what he felt and thought, it was all brand new. Yes, but this is my body you're managing. She counters and oh, it's terribly odd when he speaks with her voice or moves parts of her body that she hadn't had any intention of moving. It was utterly bizarre. A sensation she couldn't quite put to words.

"Let's go see if we can find your body then, shall we? Where do you remember being before you....did whatever happened that caused us to end up like this." Yes, she's blaming you because she'd been innocently reading a book in her room all night.

She moves her body towards the door and exits her room, turning a corner to head towards the console room.

Re: River and Eleven

[makeherblue]

That doesn't mean you don't try anyway. Trust him: he's the undisputed king of running away, strategically and not-so-strategically and sometimes-you-just-need-to-get-a-run-in.

At least River agrees that the best thing to do is find is body. The last thing he wants is to find it lost in that bog or - worse! - the Everything Forest that's so mind-bendingly dull that dying of boredom in there is a very real possibility. So yes. He's concerned, just a bit. But there's also far worse bodies to find himself wandering around in and at least River has the common courtesy to be interesting.

I'll have you know I was just...rearranging my mantle the Doctor replies, meaning to toss his head and accidentally tossing River's head. There go the curls over her shoulder. He primps them out of wishful thinking. Moving my bric-a-bracs around. Dusting. That sort of thing.

River steers them down one of the winding corridors inside the TARDIS. She's probably the only one who's benefited from the TARDIS malfunctioning, what with the new revamp putting her room close to the control console. Luckily she's had the presence of mind to watch for that man-eating library, the Doctor listening with River's ears for any sign it will come back. Given they're both trying to learn how to share control of her curves and not run into walls. Or maybe that's him. He did have some difficulty not doing that in his own body, come to think of it. It almost seems like there's more arms and legs than he knows what to do with.

After a few ladders, stairwells that go nowhere and a secret passage that involves wading past a small stream of bog water leaking out from the Wardrobe, they find themselves in the study.

There's a few books scattered on the floor and the mantle practically sparkles, that's how clean it is. Which is wonderful, except there's no sign of his body.

...He sneaks in another hair primp.

River and Eleven

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

River knew that they had to look quite odd, walking and stumbling around the TARDIS. Mostly because they both had completely differ gaits and strides when it came to walking. The Doctor was brisk where River was smooth and unhurried. It made with a disaster when it came to sharing a body and moving it around. She very nearly walked into a wall at one point.

Well your body couldn't have just got up and walked away without you..... or could it? She was puzzled as to the study being empty. No Doctor body to be found. "Are you sure you didn't wander anywhere else?"

Re: River and Eleven

[makeherblue]

"If I knew that, I would tell you," the Doctor said, words clipped. "Or I've been kidnapped. Again. Although I can say usually I'm in my body when I'm getting kidnapped."

There aren't many people who can get in and out of the TARDIS, especially not after what the Master did to it - between that, what he tried with River Song and what happened back in that ravine, the Doctor wasn't too inclined to give the man as much leeway as before despite whatever centuries worth of history they had. He managed to clamp down on any excess memories from leaking (too much) out. River might be his future wife, but that didn't mean that he felt comfortable sharing all the dark corners of his lives with the woman.

He turned her body back toward a shortcut back to the console room, lifting her foot when he noticed there was a...petal underfoot? That hadn't been there before. He moved to bend down like he would normally, a kind of sudden half-falling motion that worked when you had a body like his and finding that he couldn't quite do it the same way in River's. River's arms pinwheeled out as they tried to catch hold of something.

River and Eleven

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River glances around the room, trying to spot any signs of a struggle or that the Doctor's unconscious body could been dragged out. "Well, let's see here. Who do we know of who has a track record of kidnapping around here?" Hear that? That's called sarcasm. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out who River was going to blame for all of this. The Master. It's all right there in her head and since he's privy to her thoughts, her suspicions should be read loud and clear.

She doesn't rightly know how much the Master told the Doctor after she'd left, but he must have said something because the Doctor had been acting strangely towards her - well more so then usual.

She really doesn't like it when he just takes charge of her body like that. It just feels strange to have someone else moving her limbs instead of her. And worse, he couldn't even drive her body properly because down they go. Face first on the floor, with the petal directly in front of her eyes.

River grunts from the impact and moves to sit back up. Doctor, try not to damage my body. It's the only one we have at the moment. Of course she had to berate him. She's his wife. It's like any married couple on the highway.

"What's a flower petal doing in your study?" She picks up the petal and holds it to her face for inspection. "And no, we're not licking it. We're in my body and I don't lick strange things."

Let's time skip and do something in the dream log?

[makeherblue]

How did she know he was about to do that? River's hand stops mere inches away from her mouth, almost guiltily.

Right, he keeps forgetting he's in her body and not his! It's doubtful he'd get much with her taste buds. You know how humans are, the Doctor thinks, making no attempt to hide that from River as he peers at the petal through her eyes. It's a very delicate shade of pink. He can tell her that it most certainly wasn't there when he was here in his own body being productive and sorting things and no, River, he hardly thinks this is the Master's doing. It's not much fun to get revenge on a body with no one inside, after all! Not much of a challenge. Brilliant mind like the Master's needs to be constantly challenged and sometimes that's why the Doctor suspect he's made all those mistakes and gotten himself defeated over and over again. Maybe it's unconsciously knowing that all he needs to do is get it right once.

Or he could be on the market for stealing his lives again. The Doctor to this day still isn't sure about that plan. Also something about snakes.

(He did like the cape, though!)

The Doctor resists the urge to just lick the flower petal at least once. "Let's ask around. Maybe some of the crew've seen something."

After all, it's not like the Master has access to the TARDIS and this time the Doctor has made sure to double, if not triple, Master-proof it. At the very least he shouldn't be able to find a way in for quite some time. The Doctor teeters to River's feet, tossing her glorious hair over her shoulder and deciding that maybe he ought to try to grow out his hair whenever he got his body back.