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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Someone has returned to the Plane. It has been some time, and if one looks closely enough they can see the quiet signs of the passage of days across her features. Slowly she makes her way towards the entrance of the labyrinth]

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master drops down from the top of one of the hedges to the entrance. He'd been balanced there for his own amusement. Like a cat on the top of a fence. Rising from the crouch, he smiles.]

Reinette.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[She does not, of course, address him by name. She never will. But however silent, her gaze follows him.

And then she smiles as well.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

My lady. Which way are you going? And would it be presuming to say I'd like to come along?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

To the center, I think. Is it forward to admit that I would enjoy your company?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Probably. But I do like forward women. People, sorry. Wouldn't want to be less than PC.

[The Master steps aside to give Reinette room to pass him, an arm stretched out towards her.]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

I shall have to remember to always be forward in your presence, then.

[She acknowledges the gesture with the subtle tilt of her chin as she moves past. Then a lone, golden eyebrow arches as she begins to walk]

PC?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[He matches her pace easily - and from nowhere, he draws out a parasol and opens it up, then swings it over his shoulder.] Politically Correct. It means you don't say anything that would isolate a voting demographic.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[She does not comment on the parasol, but her smile tilts into something telling and far more natural]

So today is one in which we care what others think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[His smile is lopsided in return.] If we must. I have to take over Lagoonen if I want to turn all its population against the Doctor, after all. Mind control without political power is so much less interesting.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Child.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Only the TARDIS. No one else would be allowed such a greeting]

Hello.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You look unwell.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her gaze shadows somewhat]

Do I?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Older. Tired. [reaches out to touch her face] Is something wrong?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she keeps very still]

I am certainly older than when you saw me last.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[her touch is gentle, but she eventually lets her hands fall]

But you are still yourself, as well. Your age cannot change that.

What troubles you, child?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her gaze sharpens slightly at the direct words]

Do I seem so troubled?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Hello Reinette, have another Time Lord! He's younger than the Doctor or the Master, but he still has a good 600 years on him. Damon observes the labyrinth curiously, and then touches Reinette's arm for a brief moment to get her attention.] Pardon me, but is this your labyrinth? It's beautiful.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[It is not the time or the lord that at first captures her attention, but the almost casual touch against her arm. It is far different than what she is accustomed to]

It was mine once, but then I brought it here. I do not think I can claim possession any longer.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[he smiles slightly] Well, I'm glad you've shared it with us. My name is Damon, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her smile is there in kind, if cautious]

I like to think of it here. I seem to be known as Reinette, in this place. It is a pleasure to meet you Damon.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

Where are you from, Reinette? If you don't mind me asking.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[her smile, if distant, remains]

When I am not in this place? France. And you?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

Gallifrey. [he says this with an odd mixture of pride and resentment] And I've not heard of France...what is the name of your planet?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[at that the smile flickers into something far more genuine]

I know of your home. France, my home, is on Earth.