"Tails."
"Tails."
"Tails."
It didn't take an astute observer to realize she wasn't just beating the odds of probability, she was calling them correctly before they landed. Time, after time, after time. The coin she was flipping might look familiar to any Andromeda crew still on board. Dylan had given it to her, back when she was purple. And still had a tail. It was a fun game she played. Messing with the right influence at the right time. Only this time it was with a coin and not people. That way Dylan wouldn't get mad at her.
He didn't understand. How could he, he was organic, mortal, trapped within his own limited perceptions and understanding. Still, that was part of the reason she needed him. He wasn't just any ordinary mortal. She needed him. All the possibilities, all the best possibilities, circled around him. She just had to get him to understand her methods were necessary. He needed to trust her.
"Tails."
"Tails."
Trance flipped the coin onto the back of her hand, the motion practiced and almost boring.
"Tails."
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So she came to Ten Forward to eat. Walking past with her tray she stopped to watch the woman, almost memorized by the flipping coin. Trance's appearance? Didn't register an eye blink. The coin... did.
"May I see the coin?" she asked, setting down her tray as she watched, eyes locked to the motion.
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"It's a regular coin." She enjoyed watching the woman inspect the coin, try and find out the trick, how it worked. How she worked.
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Suddenly, so very suddenly, Trance has company.
One rather unassuming, tall, suited, ruffly haired, not-quite-a-man, with an amused smirk hovering around the bottom curve of his mouth, sitting backwards on a chair, so that his arms can be crossed over the top of that back, chin resting his arms. Head tilted watching the fall of the coin. Or perhaps, it's not the coin he's watching at all, as his eyes are on her face when he speaks.
"Do you how minute the probability of that is?"
It's fond, almost more like a joke or a secret, curious and coy in one.
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"Been keeping busy?" She did enjoy her talks with the Doctor--in any of his incarnations. She wondered how he would feel talking to another her, a different universes take on the same being.
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The ease with which she answers, while smiling, keeps his own smile in place. There are few people with whom he would ask, and would get an answer, and who would do so cheerfully on this ship zipping through the universe. He tilted his head back and forth with a wiggled side to side move of his shoulders.
"Oh, you know." The Doctor grinned. "A little of this. A little of that. This place isn't lacking for mysteries and wonders."
By itself, and because of the current circumstances, and each of those people who keep coming through.
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"If you are this good with a coin, no wonder you said you'd clean up at poker."
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Trance continued to flip the coin, working seemingly on memory, not paying attention while she talked to John. "Harper still owes me a million thrones. Well, fake thrones. It ended up being fake money. It would be fun playing a game or two, well, against someone who isn't Harper." She loved her BFF really, but she knew all his tricks. And part of her still wondered if she made Harper nervous, ever since her transformation.
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"We could play for stuff we can find on the ship. Like raisins." Raisins are a good substitute for money, right?
"Does Harper plan to build you a throne?"
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Like the woman flipping what sounded like a double sided coin. Rosalind looked up from her PADD, frowning curiously. "Please excuse me, but my I examine your coin?"
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Trance stopped flipping the coin, turning it over in her hand and offering it to Rosalind. Since coming her this woman was not the first to be curious as to the trick behind her coin flipping. It was an amusement. Her younger, previously purple self would have thought it cute and quaint to watch the chimpanzees try and figure her out. But her older self knew better, and had been around organic mortal for long enough to know they were each special, and not at all inferior.
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"Has it been heads yet?"
His answer was no, since he had the feeling that she knew the outcome before it happened.
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"Are you enjoying yourself? Staying in one place for so long must be difficult."
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"I'm getting used to it," he'd had a lot of practice staying in one place recently. First the year with Amy and Rory and then all that time on the cloud over Victorian London.
"But the ship moves, so we're not completely stuck in one place."
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He watched the coin flipping, and then nodded. "Very nicely done."
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"I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Trance Gemini." She offered, her skin glittering gold and yellow in the artificial light of the Enterprise
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"Why are you doing that?" it seemed a logical question to him.
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Watching this, there were plenty of questions running through his head, all of them centered around how.
Except for one.
"Is there a point to that?"
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Trance turned and smiled at the yellow eyed alien, continuing to flip the coin, each time landing tails.
"I'm just bored. Actually, this is getting boring too." She put a hand out to catch the coin, and flipped it, smiling. "Tails." Trance stopped the coin and glanced again at Wraith. "I'm Trance Gemini."
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"Then why do it if it not only lacks a point, but also bores you?" That had to be the very definition of wasting time.
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"Your really good at that." It was a statement more than a compliment. "You must have practiced a lot."
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"Yes...very long."
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Of course he's been watching. There's no missing Trance in a room, even though he's gotten used to her no longer being purple by now. She still stands out, with those horns and that head of hair and, yeah, okay, the leather she wears.
What stands out even more, though, is the dance of the coin as it spins again and again through the air, to be caught and slapped back onto her hand.
He'd taught her how to do that, once upon a time, even given her a coin, maybe that very same coin, to play with. Of course, he hadn't had quite the run of luck she's having. And anyone who believes that's just luck doesn't know Trance.
Whatever difficulties the two of them have had, Dylan can't keep the amused smile from his face as he pulls out a chair and settles down at her table.
"I make that six in a row," he says, his voice wavering somewhere between amused and awed.
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There were things they had to do in this universe, things they had to do back home, and right now, with the strain and fragmentation between them, those plans weren't getting done. Trance was not getting closer to her Perfect Possible Future. And that future started stopped with Dylan.
She tried to make it work without him. It didn't. She needed him. And Harper, and Tyr and Beka. They all had roles to play. Integral roles. Even Telemachus. She could make that work. The pieces could be put into play.
"Do you remember when you gave me this coin?" Trance stopped a moment and held it up.
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