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[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[After having spent some time walking about here, deep in thought she finally settles down.

Seated in her favorite and ever so comfortable sofa, there some documents piled on the spare cushion and a tablet balanced carefully on her lap. A holographic projection was emitting from the device, text scrolling down as she read the Eppestian language.

She was rather relaxed for once. There had been no meetings that day, for once, and she had been able to enjoy most of it with Joh-hin and Esitella. In fact, just moments earlier she had come to this plane shortly after spending the early evening horse riding with the two. Some straw could still be seen in her hair that she had missed.]




[ooc: I NEED INTERNETS. Friend is playing Mario Cart so um... stealing her computer until she's done yelling "WHAT. THIS IS GAY." every time she gets beaten. :P]

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Have a kitty jumping into your lap, Romana!] My couch.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[And see the skills that she has for catching the tablet before it falls over from the sudden kitten invasion--!] Oh?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Braces herself against Romana and peers up into her face.] My couch! [Yes, indeed. She is adamant.]

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[And here's a Ragnar, looking solemnly up at you from the ground. HE IS NOT AS IMPOLITE AS CERTAIN YOUNG CATS. Indeed not.]

This is a strange thing, that you have, I think. I have not seen a thing like it before.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[A wry smile graces her lips as an eyebrow arches.] I believe I was here first.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[While it would utterly out of character for her action to be described as 'lulz', the mun is certainly snorting in laughter.]

It is a traveling database that I keep with me at all times. Quite useful, really.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

Ah. [Blink. NOPE, no idea what you just said. Ragnar often causes the lulz, poor fellow.] You are traveling? I am also.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

I used to. [Tapping the tablet with her forefinger once--] But often times I do not have time to return to my own chamber to review new treaties and other documents. With this I am able to tend to matters between meetings and the likes.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Plus infinity! [Chases her tail in Romana's lap.]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[She can only chuckle softly.] You truly are a peculiar creature.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly more attentive.] You are a queen? I did know that humans had such things as well. This is my first encounter with one. So I say this: It is an honor! I am Ragnar Gustaffson Coeur de Lion, King of Cats, and member of the breed Norsk Skogatt. That is to say, Norwegian Forest Cat.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[unceremoniously drops onto the sofa next to her

Oh, yeah, and he's covered in mud]

What. A. Day.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Both eyebrows shot up when she looked over to him---oh, look, her paperwork now had mud on them. Not to mention her favorite sofa.

Brilliant.]

... I don't suppose your day would account for the mud, now would it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What?

[oh, look, mud!]

Well, a little bit.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[She was smiling now, shaking her head--] Oh, no, I am no queen. I am merely an adviser to two rulers in my reality. But it is a pleasure to meet you, King Ragnar. [She inclined her head forward in a bow.] I am Romanadvoratrelundar.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

That is what I thought.

[Shifting so that she could sit up more, tablet balancing on her lap, all the while wondering how to save her poor documents--] Mind if I asked what happened?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[still lounging, documents are worthless!]

Well, nasty run-in with a Coreandra Glider. They're usually such clean creatures, too...

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[No they aren't! What did they ever do to deserve such a messy fate?]

That is rather surprising. Last I remember of them they were rather obsessive with cleanliness.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[they were looking at him funny!]

Well, this one was a bit of a rogue.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[This isn't the third nebula of Zion where the paperwork does have faces on the front!]

I would imagine so.

[... at least her tablet was safe from the mud.] Is the TARDIS just as much of a mess as you are, or did you come straight here after you dealings with it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, I wanted to at least let the mud dry before bothering the TARDIS.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

And I suppose my sofa doesn't mind the mud?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

[looks]

Oh!

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Chuckling--]

I'll have to obtain fresh copies of the paperwork later as well.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Meh?

Paperwork, schmaperwork. That's one of the primary reasons I avoided the Presidency.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

So're you! [Her version of a compliment, aheh.]

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

Ah. I understand this now. You may call me Ragnar. It is still an honor, Romanadvoratrelundar.

[YEAH, HE MANAGED IT. With a name like his...]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Patting her on the head, softly--] Why, thank you.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, even as an adviser I still have to tend to some paperwork. [Pointing to now rather dirty papers--] Some of which having belonged to Joh-hin.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he's looking quite relaxed himself as he leans over the back of the couch]

Working?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Looking up, smiling--] As always.