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Foolish Sentiment
Prologue/Chapter 1: A Cocktail for Disaster
Secure in the TARDIS bathroom, River stretched her aching body out, pulling her vest off as she went. It had been a hard, stressful week with the University, followed by an arduous adventure that further drained her emotionally. They had been headed for "The Living Ocean of Vorti" when the spatial moderator had malfunctioned and landed them in a makeshift, war-torn hospital; the scenery disturbingly reminiscent of World War II. Then again, all battle field clinics held the same tinge of despair and gore, regardless of the time-frame.
She pulled her top and pants off and tossed them into the laundry chute to be cared for later; she'd already treated the bloodstains with stain remover on the way here. Clearing her throat and running her fingers through her curls, she set about removing her makeup. Sighing, she gazed at her tired face in the mirror, gently washing away her facade as she prepared for bed. The cold water and chemicals felt refreshing against her skin, sun-baked from the day's journey. Exfoliating briefly and rinsing off, River briefly took account of her ashen complexion and moved on to the aromatherapy.
She checked the tub for residue or dust and found it to be free of debris. The TARDIS' self-cleaning program was fairly thorough, or as much as anyone could expect it to be. Satisfied, River started the hot water, plugged the tub, and turned to the medicine cabinet. Well, really, it was just a cabinet behind the mirror. No medicine was actually stored there. What was stored there were all of her various oils and bath salts. Good old magnesium sulfate, she chose this time. Something to soothe her muscles; with a few drops of sugar cookie scented oil, and she would be surrounded in baking bliss.
She scooped out a rough half-cup of the crystals and tossed them into the water, then shook out a few droplets of the aromatic oil before putting the supplies away. The comforting scent filled the air soon after and she let out a breath of pleasure. The archeologist took her undergarments off and swished the fluid around with her foot before reaching for the audio control.
'Something soft and soothing,' She decided. Soon a soft melody of electronic sounds began to play through the bathroom's built-in speakers.
The bathtub was just about full when she got in; River turned the water to moderately scalding and let her feet sit just below the surface of the water. With her added mass, the tub reached its proper capacity in a moment. After few more of relaxation, she washed the grime from her skin slowly, making sure each muscle got to stretch and relax in the process. Fifteen minutes later, she was all clean, laid back in the tub. Ruminating over events that bothered her this past week.
As the water grew cold, she got the distinct impression she shouldn't fall asleep here, but the pull was too strong.
"...Girl, I don't think you know me at all, 'cause I never thought I'd have to say this
But no, I don't love you, and I never did- Look at us, burning down in flames for kicks…"
Author's Note: Don't worry lovelies, more is coming soon. This is just the prologue. More will come today or tomorrow ;)