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[it's been some time since the TARDIS was last on the Plane, but here she is, with what looks like a segment from a very large wardrobe. not her own, of course, but some of Romana's old things from her room. there are several hat boxes and chests scattered around her and the TARDIS is currently standing in front of a full-length mirror, trying on a wide assortment of various hats. it's not like Romana needs them anymore, her being gone and all. you know.

besides, the TARDIS has been going through her rooms looking for things she might clear away or pack up in the attic. so whatever she doesn't like is being tossed in a pile to be sorted and filed. it isn't like the Doctor has bothered in some two hundred years to do so. there's also the added bonus of her attempting to appear 'nice' for him, and she knows he fancied Romana, soooo]

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[Pulling the red jacket from within Romana set it side to keep. After all, it had been hers to begin with.]

I never understood that myself to be perfectly honest. [She examined the gloves she had always worn during the Nimon disaster before adding it with the jacket. Her expression was a tired one but still thoughtful.]

[ignores her rifling] Do you love him?

[Continues to rifle because she is rather good at that!] If I do, what would you say to that?

I would say you have no right. He belongs to me.

[Her eyes stray upon an old necklace she had not seen since the Meglos incident - picking it out from the pile, Romana examined it with care.] I suppose I won't say anything then.

[Gathering up the jacket, gloves and the necklace into her arms, she stood up.] There are few that I can trust and even fewer that I care for in the way I only know how to. [Romana paused and looked to the other boxes of her old life.] ... I don't see myself being capable of loving anyone when I don't even know how to. After all, I am just another Time Lord.

[watches her in silence, taking note of those objects she places in her arms, trying to understand their importance without actually asking. eventually, she stands to join the other woman]

If you were just another Time Lord, you would be inconsequential to me. You are not, however. You matter to him. You no longer travel in me but you have never left. I do not like the importance he places on you. If you do not love him, you will tell him to stop caring for you.

[Fingers twirling around the necklace's chain the Time Lord regarded the TARDIS with a careful stare.] You know that he never would. All of those who traveled with him, he cares for all of them and he holds you in the highest regards above the rest of us. I care for him but it is not my place to.

[frowns, going over her words. while she's pleased Romana acknowledges the TARDIS' superiority, she's still frustrated that the Time Lord matters at all.

in the end, she looks away, placing the hat Romana originally said looked good on her back on her head] Do you suppose the Doctor will like it if I wear these types of things?

[A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she starts to turn to leave.] You tell me. You are the one to have known him the longest out of us all.

[and she smiles, herself, because it's true] No, I do not think I need them to be liked.

[watches Romana once again through the mirror] If you require anything from your rooms, ask. I will bring them to you. It is better than storing them further in my attic.

[By now her back is to her but she pauses.] This will be fine. You can dispose of the rest.

You know he will not allow that.

...good-bye, Romana.

[There is another pause before he glances back and nods her head just once.] Good-bye, TARDIS.

[Aaaand she leaves the plane.]

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