Turning and Returning

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[There is a table.

Wood where there would be satin, tea where there would be coffee.

Strangers over enemies and clothes she does not recognize.

Life, where there should be --

Reinette takes all this in stride because, ultimately, it is what she does. After visitors in fireplaces and Clockwork Men there is little left to phase her. Just what this is, she will eventually discover? And until she does? There is little to be gained by a lack of control.

One palm presses flat against her stomach, to the whisper of a scar. A scar that is just as healed as the ones that criss-cross her wrists. Yet to Reinette is new and unexplored. Now draped in a loose fitting gown of midnight blue silk it is both the unknown, and the undeniable. A robe is placed across her shoulders, even though she is oddly warm.

She finds herself on the Plane, questions her companion.]

Comments

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't say anything for a minute, unsure if he's seeing things.]

Reinette?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[there is a precise nod of her head, but with her hair loose about her shoulders some of the measured perfection is lost]

Indeed.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[moves closer]

You're not - I mean - you've been here before, right? You're not some parallel, are you?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she shifts her head slightly in denial, though she does not move closer -- as if she is still learning this form]

I remember.

[is what she offers]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well if it isn't the walking dead. Hello, Reinette.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she appears to take the comment in stride, even while standing still]

Well, that is something I suppose.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

One of the not-quite-Doctors was in a state about it, so.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I merely meant that I was not mistaken in the understanding of my own death. It is one thing to be wrong. It is quite another to be so on such a public stage.

[she is, however, processing his words]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...child?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[this single word phases her more than any of the others]

Yes?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I feared you had been lost. I feared you would not return to me.

[only-a-pup.livejournal.com]

Are you ok?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I am -- not entirely sure. To all initial accounts, yes.

[only-a-pup.livejournal.com]

[looks worried] Oh, did something happen?

[hisplusone.livejournal.com]

[Rose almost can't believe what she sees. So she blinks and stays silent for a moment.]

...Reinette? You alright?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[It is Rose, but her reaction speaks even more than her choice of words. Reinette studies the woman in turn]

It would seem that I am, yes.

[hisplusone.livejournal.com]

[Rose blinks, staying rooted in place.]

So you've made it here too, yeah?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Reinette?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she is still somewhat cautious, though that is well masked]

Yes, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You're back.

[cautiously approaches]

You all right?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his voice is quiet, careful, as he rests a hand on the table]

Reinette. How are you feeling?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she glances at him, gaze measuring]

Doctor.

I suppose under the circumstances I should note surprisingly well, yes?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Hi, Reinette! Donna feels the need to say hello, because you look like you have a lot on your mind]

You all right? You look sort of like the world is pressing on you.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[it is Donna, and Reinette cannot help but like Donna]

Truthfully I am not at all certain how I am at the moment.

[manners remain]

And you?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I'm all right, really. Bit more worried about you right now. Do you want to talk?