genessia | You're in trouble more than any of the other girls!

Who: Tiny Mels (River Song.)
What: Easter Egg event
When: all event
Where: All over because Mels is exploring.
Warnings: Tiny child who is older than she appears to be and also has been trained to kill a timelord, even though she actually doesn't want to.

Mels had left the Pond house (and archway) with an old backpack over her shoulders. The backpack was one that belonged to River Song, but she had no idea who the woman was. Instead it had been emptied of equipment and the canvas had been filled with anything of value that she found in River's room. Honestly, there hadn't been much that had caught her eye, but there was enough that the bag moved with some weight in it. Peeking out from just around the opening there was a dark blue book, well written in and worn, but it seemed important from the place that she'd found it, so it came along.

The child moved with an assurance that she probably shouldn't have, given that she wasn't with Amy or Rory and she didn't feel the need to keep up appearances entirely. Instead, there was the training that she'd been given, making her and her buns look as fearless as she felt. Despite the fact that she was older than her ten year old self appeared to be, Mels tended to run wherever she was going. It got her there quicker, even if it meant that she tended to bump into people along the way.

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"Oh there you are. You're going in the completely opposite way, you know," he said, while standing next to a crosswalk in, well, Genessia he supposed. He tended to lose track.

"All the interesting things are the other way."

For a moment, Mels just stared up at him. He was way taller than she'd expected him to be, and the girl protectively shifted the bag around on her shoulder for a minute before she just nodded, easily going along with what he was saying.

"What's so interestin' over there?"

"I don't know... Let's find out." He peers at the child, wondering what might be in the bag, but not going to ask.

"Jelly Baby?" Offers her the bag.

Mels wonders what it is about the Doctor giving out sweets, but she's not going to argue as she reaches into the bag and pulls out two. One she puts into her mouth for now, and the second goes into the pocket of her skirt for later. Just in case she runs into Amy again.

But she does (vaguely) remember her manners when she says, "Cheers."

"Seems like you need a bag of your own." But you shan't have his. "Saving some for later or for a friend?"

And he starts in any old direction, assuming she'll follow and not particularly shortening his strides to get there.

"I'll find one later." And by 'find one' what Mels actually means is 'she'll steal one for Amy because shopping is for chumps.' But she just shrugs and keeps up with him probably more easily than a little girl should, but that was the whole assassin training bit thing of hers.

"Saving it for Amy. I always give her and Rory some of my stuff." Because Mels doesn't actually have parents, she pretty much does what she wants, and there's no one around (other than Amy and Rory) to tell her not to have sweets for dinner. So, she always tries to spoil them with that.

"That's rather thoughtful looking after them like that." But he knows she does and he knows they have an interesting connection but he doesn't know how he knows. Curious. Then again things are erased all the time and he feels more fuddled than normal of late.

"And who looks after you?"

"They do. Most of the time. And I do the rest of the time." Mels just shrugs, a little uncomfortable with the line of questioning, mostly because she doesn't want to give things away, and she has the sneaking suspicion that if she was going to give herself away, it was probably going to be to the Doctor.

"Who looks after you?"

He gives her a long stare and then a wide grin.

"Me, myself and I."

"That's kind of lonely, ain't it?" Mels sorts of remembers feeling lonely, even if she doesn't remember why she does. Something to do with the Silence and all of that. But she knows that not having people would make her lonely.

"Of course not. I find myself excellent company. And what's better is that no one tries to argue with me." Granted if others wanted to sneak in and come along for the ride, he wasn't exactly going to chuck them out.

Because Mels is at least still part River always, she just raises a brow at that. "It's better when you have people to argue with though. It means that they care." Negative reinforcement is so a Mels thing.

"Well... Yes, I suppose... sometimes." He scratches underneath the curls. "But you know it's rather a lot more fun if you just do what you want and they enjoy following along despite everything."

"Yeah, I suppose," Mels agrees. "But sometimes it's hard to get people to do what you want. And then you gotta find other ways." Like arguing or talking back or stealing a bus. ~~Or a TARDIS.~~

"Not if you have the knack." And he taps the side of his nose. "Anyway ah..." he pauses. Looks around. Starts again. "We should be going a little more South West, I think."

"How do you get a good knack?" Mels has something of a knack, but nowhere near as good as River's is going to be some day. "What's South West?"

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