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Trance Gemini ([personal profile] heartofasun) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd2015-03-21 08:05 pm

Practice makes Perfect

"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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[personal profile] thelasttimelord 2015-05-23 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)


"Well," The Doctor drew out, leaning to the side from the chair back. "Maybe this specific place."

"But it is still crawling with hundreds of people that weren't meant to be here, ever, at all," There's emphasis, but even in concern, there's something electric and up beat in it. The smallest of possibilities, existing all around them even now, right here, in the ship, in the very room, that time kept being ripped open over. "--and they definitely aren't being taken care of in any manner they might have been previous getting dropped into this place.