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[seated in an ornate armchair, speaking in fluent, articulate, and rather pleasant-to-the-ears Gallifreyan]

It's actually a bit disgusting, hearing you lot speak Gallifreyan so primitively. Like chanting off - no, that metaphor's incomprehensible without a background in high mathematics. Fine. Like writing Calculus and finding everyone else doing basic algebra.

[then he changes to Russian - less articulate, of course, but he's comfortable with the language]

This one, though, this one's a bit ironic. Look at me, the Master, the deathless, blathering on in Russian. Haven't been in ages, should probably go back and put a few more legends into the locals.

[sips from his wine, and slips back into Gallifreyan]

At least the people of the city still understand me.

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[this place has become a musical court without any conductor, people content to listen to the sounds of their own voices]

Whatever it is you say, I am sure the plane is taking proper notice.

[teasing]

You seem to be one of the afflicted many. Why is that amusing?

[she recognizes the Russian, though it is not one of the many she speaks -- the other is a whispered after-dream, nothing she quite clung to]

Now now, my lady, I don't think that tone is very nice.

But not unkind.

Now, let's see. Firo Prochainezo has French in his arsenal. I could ask him to translate.

Or, I could engage in charades.

I love charades.

[waves at Reinette, and then stands and bows, quite courtly, laughter in his grin]

You spoke. Now it is for me to determine if you said anything of note.

[acknowledges his greeting with a precise tilt of her head, then sinks into the deepest of curtsies]

[he turns in a hand a way that's supposed to ask, 'has anyone told you what's going on?' but it does occur to him that this is a rather ineffective attempt at communication.]

[where she is from, a gentleman with a hand extended palm skyward means for her to place her own within it, but somehow she does not think such is his intention]

It seems we do not have a language in common.

[attempts Latin]

Do we?

Oh, Latin! Lovely. But.

[shakes his head and raises one hand, holding up two fingers. The other hand makes the 'blah blah blah' gesture]

[does not understand him still but she laughs, and laughs and -- yes, laughs. Has she ever laughed so in this place?]

Surely you must admit there is some part of this that is simply ridiculous?

[holds up five fingers, smiles, and extends her own hand in a gesture that matches his own]

[he cracks a smile as well]

My lady, you're quite right, it is silly. Five languages though, not bad for one so young.

[applause!]

[places a hand across her chest and graciously curtsies once more at the applause, she is an actress after all]

Thus far I have only encountered French and German. On yes, and a brief moment of Cat.

[Places her forefingers together from each hand, then lets them drift apart as if to say 'how long?'}

Hardly a question for polite society, my lady.

[he shrugs]

[looks at him critically]

Shrugs are beneath you sir.

[raises an eyebrow in questioning]

My lady?

[face is transformed by a bright smile at the sight of the eyebrow]

That is always an improvement over a shrug of the shoulders.

[smiles]

Your face is quite the canvas.

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[Her smile lengthens by measures, and reasons she has not quite settled on]

It is not as if we need language to communicate. Surely there is enough intelligence in the matter to sort the matter out. Think of those that first traveled to new worlds without the technology you favor so easily. They communicated. Even my fan?

[lifts were it hangs from her wrist by a silken chord]

Has a language that requires no words.

But what to say, isn't that question? Often we talk of nothing; the meaning's just in that we want to speak. Without anything I want to communicate, except my desire to keep you here, what can I say?

[holds out his hand, and this time, it seems as if he really does want to dance]

When someone has something they wish to say badly enough, then this entire situation will be sorted out quickly enough I imagine. The desire has merely not presented itself yet. But ultimately? It is universal.

[smiles briefly, then slips her hand within his own -- dancing is universal as well]

[he is not quite familiar with the dance as it was, but as he relaxes and muscle memory takes control, he can move well enough]

It's a bit anachronistic, isn't it? But it sounds quite like anachronism has been your life.

[there is a strange music to this place, like nothing she has ever heard -- it requires different steps]

Do you never know what you are going to do next? I find myself thinking not.

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