04 - Getting to know you

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[The chaos of the lost languages behind them, it is time to know this place better. There are too many people, possibilities for something like uncertainty. People with their own words are far more likely to be themselves with them, in whatever form that might take. Reinette needs to watch. To see and to know.

It is time she took full stock of this place people called the Astral Plane.

A settee arrives with her, on which Reinette reclines. On a small table nearby there are two glasses, and a fine bottle of bordeaux.

This might take some time.]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Meeting someone, my lady?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she is hardly anyone's lady in this place, but he does not seem the person to debate titles with]

No one in particular, no. I just find it is best to be prepared for any occasion.

[a hand drifts over the bottle in invitation]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[nods his head in thanks and takes his seat beside her]

Or is it that you're luring in the inhabitants with alcohol?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[straightens to serve her guest a glass from the bottle that is already standing open, breathing]

You somehow make it seem such a devious thing. If they can by lured by something so simple?

[a single eyebrow arches]

Again, I was merely being thoughtful to whatever occasion might arise.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Deviousness is more in the intent and less in the act, my lady.

[smiles smoothly as he nods his thanks]

There are a fair number who can be lured by a little bit of wine.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Well, as intent is a private, personal matter? I suppose the issue will have to remain unresolved.

[meets his smile with one of her own]

And are you among them? Or has your intent come into play as well?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Of course, my lady. I'm never without motive. Even if that motivation is simply a few hours of pleasure. As for wine, alcohol does very little for a Time Lord. I do enjoy the taste of a good wine, however.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Yes, I recall as much.

The Doctor made a great show of drinking the night of the Yew Tree Ball, and pretending to be intoxicated in turn. Because he believed it was what was expected of him, I suppose. What he did not realize was it was Lent, and the wine might as well be water.

He confessed then that alcohol had little impact.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he lets out a short laugh - not a snort of laughter, that would be rude in the company, but in the presence of different people it may have been as much]

That is... typical of this regeneration.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[merely sips her own wine in response, observing him from over the rim]

Typical?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[a smile]

I imagine you've conversed with the three of them enough to understand, my lady.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[An amused Aniki stands a few feet away, inspecting the setup.] You look all prepared for an interrogation in the style of the nobility.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Only two thus far. I suppose I should not be surprised to hear there is a third. Not considering where we are.

Typical is not a word I usually associate with him. And yet from your tone, it seems you think it quite often.

[thoughtful]

Truthfully I have spoken to you and your -- [how was it said?] -- other self with more frequency.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I see nothing here to keep one here against their will.

[but she is smiling]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's more 'two and a half.' Two are the Doctor in full, and the third is part Doctor, part Donna Noble.

I'm very used to him, I'm afraid.

[and here his smile is less sly, and more openly boyish] Good! We're much better company.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Nothing but the damnable chains of polite society. [Sits herself down and props her chin in one hand.]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Donna I have met. Though the two together in my mind...

[there is a picture, laughter, and another sip of wine]

I will not deny you have proven to be enjoyable company, despite warnings to the contrary.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[examines her wrists]

I see no chains?

Would you like a glass of wine?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Likely because polite society's a bit hard to find in this place.

Of a certainty I wouldn't mind one.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Everyone has been polite to be thus far. But I presume your own definition takes it further than that?

[pours her a glass of wine, serving it]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sadly not that entertaining. A bit annoying, really. Which is odd, because rather like Miss Noble.

[he takes his first drink of the wine, letting it rest on his tongue a moment before swallowing]

The rumours aren't true. Actually, they might be. Depends on the rumours. Let's say they're possibly partially true, but of course coloured by those warning you off me.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I like her as well. I found myself savoring her frankness.

[again, she watches him, noting that he savors the wine]

Possibly, partially true. I could borrow that phrase to describe almost anything, I think.

True or not, I have always been one to form my own opinions. How could I not be, considering my own reputation?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You oughtn't let their words disturb you. They don't mean anything. The people and the words.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Do I seem disturbed?

]another sip of her wine, slowly]

I would not say they are meaningless however. Just one reason being because we are discussing them now.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Makes herself comfortable, sipping the wine. It's not really her preferred drink, but--well. She should be polite.

She clears her throat to smother a grin.]

Well, there are a good number about who act like nobility, I'll give them that--but few that play by nobility's rules.