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?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

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

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...child?

[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.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

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

Well, that is something I suppose.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[moves closer]

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

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

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

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

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

Yes?

[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]

[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]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I watched you -

[pauses]

You're really here?

[only-a-pup.livejournal.com]

Are you ok?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I know. I apologize.

[to those that know her, she is quieter here]

And though I cannot claim to understand it, I am here.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

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

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

You're not the one who should be apologizing.

[He takes another hesitant step closer]

Are you all right?

[only-a-pup.livejournal.com]

[looks worried] Oh, did something happen?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I beg to differ. I am ever aware of how mere illness can affect others. For you to have to witness -- well, it is my place to chose to apologize, I think.

[it is what suits her to think about now, the bigger questions loom]

I am not entirely what I am.

[he has earned her honesty above all other]

How is this even possible?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I died?

It does not apparently mean what I assumed.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I should've done something. I just sat there.

[takes another step, nearly bridging the distance between them]

What happened, between then and now?

[unsure]

I don't know. Other people here mentioned it as well, people dying and coming back. I just assumed they were wrong.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

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

[only-a-pup.livejournal.com]

[Toboe looks surprised for a moment, and then he steps closer] W-what happened?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

In truth, I had not thought I would return at all.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

But you did. You are here. [reaches out to touch her cheek] You did not leave me.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

You were not meant to do anything. It was not my intent, which I believe you know.

[the conversation is oddly simple, as if it is not quite connected yet. She does not mind his closeness, indeed she searches his profile for some of the answers to those many questions. If she sees the events as he remembers them, she she remember differently in turn?]

I awoke on a table. There were strangers, and of all things they presented me with tea. After a while I was finally allowed to dress. Then I came here.


There is a scar.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[allows the touch, going so far as to reach up and brush her wrist reassuringly]

This is not the place for goodbyes, it seems.