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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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[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't have a good answer, so she just shakes her head}

He...He promised. He said he won't abandon me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[sets her jaw] You do not deserve such loyalty.

[madamemoiselle]

But...Sam will give it to me. He has to.

{She looks up at the TARDIS, smiling slightly}

Ne, but Sam said he'll talk to you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[doesn't answer, mainly because she knows it's true. she turns away quickly, angrily, and begins going through Romana's stuff again]

Why should I want to speak with him?

[madamemoiselle]

Because Sam cares.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I do not want to speak with him.

[madamemoiselle]

Please. Just talk to him for a little.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

That would please you. I have no intention of doing such a thing.

[madamemoiselle]

No, just talk to Sam. It's for Sam.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...perhaps. [frowns] Perhaps.

[madamemoiselle]

Then that's all, isn't it?

{She bows her head again, but looks back up again} Is there anything else?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I still do not like you. [looks her over] Do not sing anymore Madame Butterfly.

[madamemoiselle]

...But why?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[considers not answering, then simply sighs] The Doctor died while that song played. I do not like it.

[madamemoiselle]

{omg are you fucking serious}

...You could have said that instead of trying to strangle me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[yes, yes she is]

Does it matter?

[madamemoiselle]

...If you had just told me, none of this would have happened.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Would you have stopped even if I had?

[madamemoiselle]

It wouldn't have happened in the first place!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You were singing when I attacked you. Would you have stopped singing were I to tell you why I demanded you stop?

[madamemoiselle]

Yes! I would have!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Why? You hate me. You do not hate singing.

[madamemoiselle]

But that's so...silly! I mean, honestly!

{:I This is frustrating. So Diva just murmurs something crossly}

...My, that's just...I wish you had just told me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It is silly to dislike the sound of a song that was played while my Doctor was murdered and I could do nothing but feel him scream in terror?

[narrows her eyes]

Perhaps. But what is done cannot be undone.

[madamemoiselle]

How stupid!

{Shakes her head}

Then...I guess that's all that we need. Thank you for listening.