02 || River Tam || Day 55

[enchangement]

The air tastes strange. [ River knows the video is on but she's not looking at it, allowing instead for the broadcast to show the hallway of house seventeen in the waning afternoon light.

An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.

They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.

[ River sounds exhausted. ]

The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.

Comments

[enchangement]

They stole him!

[dowhatisays]

They took someone? Jesus fucking christ, it gets better and better.

[enchangement]

It gets worse and worse, drowning in acid and tar and it burns.

[dowhatisays]

You, uh, got someone with you there toots?

[This doesn't seem like someone who should be left alone.]

[enchangement]

Always someone around. Couldn't get a moment of peace for all the gold in the mountain's bones.

[dowhatisays]

Sure beats the alternative.

[Okay so this girl isn't... entirely all there is she.]

[enchangement]

Yes, it does, but only by halves.

[dowhatisays]

Right. You any clue what happens when people up and leave? They gets sent homes or what?

[enchangement]

The clue is this: the specimens are examined up close and under the glass-edged knife.

We are the experiment. We are tracked, observed, altered, poked at.

That is the point, the purpose, and the action. That is what happens.

[dowhatisays]

I don't knows about you sweetheart but ain't no one poked nothing at me yet.

[enchangement]

Howd'ya think they gotcha here?

[dowhatisays]

That's what I'm figuring out.

[enchangement]

You mightn't have been awake for it.

They're scientists. Poking and prodding at least five things before breakfast.