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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[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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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I see.

[it's superfab!] Nor do I. I never did understand her much.

You are a sensible child, that is why. Zoe was hardly such, intelligent as she was.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Which one do you prefer?

Thank you. I suppose it's good to be sensible, at times.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I prefer the one that does not make my head feel hot.

It is preferable to the alternative, certainly.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

I think you look perfectly nice without a hat.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Do you? [smiles and sets the hats aside] Then I see no reason to continue with these.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

[She nods and smiles again.] I do. I didn't mean to stop you, though.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It is no bother. I am simply attempting to store these items away. It has been too long since they have sat in one of my rooms. I would rather it be used by one in need than the ghosts of the Doctor's past.