01][The search for an answer is met with a darker day

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[There are footsteps to be heard moving across the Plane. And these footsteps would belong to a young looking woman, her blond hair resting over her shoulders and down her back. If one were to look carefully, they would possibly catch a glimpse of something shimmering, woven into her hair - something not unlike a certain Flavia had done herself. With an expression of pure curiosity she gazed about as she let her arms rest at her side.

She was dressed in a robe of blue velvet, an intricate pattern of leaves woven into the cloth in a darker thread of azure. Her fingertips could be seen peeking out from the belled out sleeves showing that she wore black gloves and around her throat were simple yet elegant strings of silver with a jewel in the center of each. And resting over her chest on a simple black cord is a simple looking ornament with a not-so-simple looking symbol carved into it.

The mark of a President of Gallifrey.]

... This is certainly a change in scenery.

[Pausing, she looks around again, this time her left brow lifting ever so carefully.]

Granted while I wanted a bit of time away from the Council, stepping away into another dimension entirely was not quite what I had in mind. It is considerably quieter--that much I can appreciate. The arguments of stuffy old senators can be dreadfully dull after the first few micro-spans of having to listen to it. And even more so when they continue to interrupt you when you're trying to make a valid point. One would assume they want to hear some helpful insight.

No, no, they would prefer to inflate their own egos and remain to be blind to half of what is going on outside the Citadel. It is rather fortunate Leela does not have to sit through it all. She would have means of having her own points made but then it would result in the Chancellery guard barging in and more paperwork to be dealt with regarding the CIA.

[Again there's a pause when she thinks about everything in those few moments to follow before resting her hands on her hips.] But I really do need to be getting back. As confident as I am in Braxiatel's abilities to co-ordinate a meeting like that I would rather myself being there in order to oversee it all.

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[contract_star]

...CIA?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

That would be short for the Celestial Intervention Agency.

[contract_star]

Celestial...oh. [Smiles.] I thought you were talking about the Central Intelligence Agency. Um, on Earth.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[There is a noticeable light tug at the corner of her mouth - is she smiling?] Very far from Earth, I'm afraid.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

But time doesn't pass while you're here.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Adric, but there is a rather startled Romana looking at you. Her voice takes on a soft tone, one in which she probably hadn't used in decades since one has to be loud when it comes to politics.]

... Adric?

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

[...he's not sure he likes that tone of voice. He usually finds it's used by someone who hasn't seen him around on the Plane before.]

Yes?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, that would be the case here. It's been a few centuries since she had last seen the boy and even less than being informed of the news from her reality. But of course she isn't aware of his other reality juuust yet.]

Is it... really you?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[A long pause.]

...Romana?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Looking over when she hears her name, the young woman stares at him for a moment.]

Yes? Can I help you?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Blinks. He moves a bit closer.] It's me! The Doctor! Erm, well. You might not recognize this regeneration, I suppose. You don't remember this place?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[At first Romana doesn't believe this - again with the new body? Really now it was becoming a bit much. Moving in until she was just inches from him she studied his face with her head cocked just a fraction to the side.] Again with your regenerating? Can't you keep a body for longer than a century?

[But what he said caught her a bit off guard--] What do you mean? Have I been here before?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[oh, have a smile, Romana, as close to genuine as he ever gets] It's so very refreshing to hear another Time Lord criticise the Council. [his eyes linger on medallion, eyebrows rising] Particularly if they're leading it.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Here is a Doctor she can recognize, at least from his file from the Matrix. There's a small grin on her lips when Romana looks to him.] You know I've never been one to keep a silent tongue when it comes to the truth.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the smile widens]

So I'm beginning to see. [a slight shake of his head] I haven't had the pleasure of traveling with you, I'm afraid, but I did meet a version of you here.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Alternate versions and crossing time lines - this was certainly going to be some story to tell Leela later!] I hope this other me behaved herself.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Madame President.

[though the greeting is spoken in Gallifreyan, the bow is very human-style]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Romana looks to him and for that split micro-span, her mind dwells on who this could be - another Doctor? No, no, it doesn't feel right.]

Master, I would presume? [also in Gallifreyan]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Very good, Lady President! It seems our timelines are once again not synchronized.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha listens to all this with a slight smile on her face] Seems like bureaucrats all over the galaxy are the same.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Romana smiles just a fraction at her comment.] It would be the one common trait they all possess.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[nod] I got out of bureaucracy and moved to a more fieldwork-centric organisation before I died of boredom. [wry chuckle]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[Romana, prepared to get the breath hugged out of you by Dumbo the elephant Nine. good thing you've got that respiratory bypass.]

It's good to see you again.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Yes, thank goodness for respiratory bypass indeed! Romana was caught off guard at first, and quite surprised mind you, but then again there's only one person she knows who does the whole hug-bit. With a kinder smile she can't help chuckling at him.]

I seem to be receiving quite the welcoming party, Doctor.

[ooc: I FINALLY GET TO USE THIS ICON.]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[and he releases her, stepping back a bit to get a good look]

It's a hobby of sorts around here. But look at you! President of Gallifrey this-- er, now.

[ooc: /GLEE]