Dancing Lessons

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[At last, her Christmas gift from beneath the tree on the Plane is to be put to use.

At Reinette's feet, quite nearby rests a small, sparkling object. A glass dome that protects the delicate workings of the music box within. It is a complicated masterpiece, one capable of playing several independent musical interludes.

It is also?

Made entirely of parts from the Clockwork Men.

At the moment the music heard is a waltz]

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[madamemoiselle]

{Wanders closer, looking at the dome with an amazed expression}

Ah...It's really beautiful. It's a music box, right?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her chin lifts lightly in greeting, then a smile]

It is. It was my Christmas gift, it seems.

[madamemoiselle]

From the Twins or someone at home?

{She crouches down next to it took look at it more closely}

Either way, it's really wonderful. You're lucky~

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

From the Twins. I do my best to limit their interactions with anyone in France. They can be quite alarming.

[madamemoiselle]

The Twins, you mean? Why do you think that?

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

[standing at a polite distance and listening contentedly, hands clasped behind his back]

That's really beautiful. The melody.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she smiles lightly at the stranger]

I find we are in agreement.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

I like waltzes. There aren't too many opportunities to dance much anymore. The Masquerade Diva had was nice for that.

Do you dance at all?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[is drawn over by both Reinette's presence and the music, crouching low to study the music box, curious]

This is quite advanced, child. Is it yours?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she does not like standing over the TARDIS, and it seems to form a disconnect in her mind between what should be? And is]

It is mine. It was my gift from under the tree. It is made from the parts of the Clockwork Men, I think. I am not entirely sure what to think of the sentiment behind the gift, but I do not find it unappealing.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The Clockwork Men. These are the machines that were chasing you, correct? The Doctor told me somewhat of them. [glances at Reinette] Is the tune specific? I do not recognise it.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

That do chase me, yes. Though their appearances have decreased greatly, they still manage to make their presence known.

[she takes in the melody]

It is not anything I recognize either. A waltz, that is all I can decipher.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Do you require protection? Do you require assistance? If they mean to bring you harm, I will stop them. I will let nothing harm what belongs to me.

[her expression, though severe, softens slightly]

The Doctor, in his Seventh, often played waltzes. I find them pleasing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, studying the music box at her feet.]

Oh that's...the craftsmanship there... [looks at Reinette, curious]...where did this come from?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she merely watches him, watching it]

From beneath the tree, by way of the Twins I suppose. I believe that before that, it was once a Clockwork Man.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[stops looking at the music box and looks at Reinette, concerned.]

Are they - is that any better now?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she thinks, quite often, that he would be happier were she to lie to him]

It is as it was before the escalation. I am fine.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla gravitates towards the music and the beautiful woman like, well, like a vampire gravitates towards blood.]

Are you a princess?

[She adores beautiful things. Catching and keeping them. Observing them. Breaking them so nobody else can ever appreciate how truly special they are...]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[if Reinette were any other woman, she might have laughed aloud. But she can only be herself, even if a warm humor has elevated the color on her cheeks]

No, I am not a princess.

[and to be polite]

Are you?

OOC:zomg this post was so Dru I just about squeed all over myself! Bows to you.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. But I can't find my crown at the moment. They're trying to make me wear thorns instead.

[She moves a little closer to Reinette.]

Thorns aren't as pretty, not even when they're red. They don't sparkle properly.

OOC: I just couldn't resist. Poor Reinette...

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

People often attempt to force us into that which we do not wish to do.

[and because it is this place, which everything is so far from France, Reinette curtsies to the stranger]

But thorns are beautiful, I think, for the bloom that they support.

OOC:The minute this appeared in my inbox, my mind flashed to Dru's doll collection. If there ever was a type....lol.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

If there is music, one must dance. Though not necessarily to the tune being played, I think.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she smiles at his arrival]

Because that would require one doing what was expected of them?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Because sometimes, you just don't feel that rhythm.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Reinette laughs, something of agreement in the sound]

And what do you feel now?