08][Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[With a fair number of documents lying on top of the table in front of her in the bar, the Madame President was taking some time on the Astral Plane to go over some paperwork before meeting with the other Temporal Powers later that day. It was a new choice in scenery for her but after these past few days, she needed a break from her routine.

And a strong drink at that.

Her hair was tied back with the exception of strands that hung loose on either side of her face. The crest marking her position on the council hung around her neck, as usual, but she was wearing more practical clothes for now: black riding pants and a blue blouse. Her own Tarot card was tucked away in the left pocket of her pants which she would pull out to look over every now and again. Not too long ago she and Leela had gone out for their usual stroll in the gardens to discuss matters of what was going on within the Citadel and other worlds. Romana valued her opinion more and more these days despite the Council's objection.

The pen in her hand tapped against the document in front of her while she sipped her favorite wine from a thin-stemmed glass.]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[look who it is! It's a Doctor! He looks infuriated!]

Clever.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ Not even looking up from the paper she was going over-- ]

That wouldn't be the first time you've told me that.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[srs irritation here] The time lock. Why?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ still not looking ] Because I know you.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[doesn't like feeling like he's not being paid attention to, so he tries to snatch the document from her hand]

The ship could be empty when it crashes.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he sits down beside her]

Why are all your Time Lords becoming alcoholics, Lady President?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Yourself excluded, I presume?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Of course. You know, I think I found the Valeyard more tolerable than what that one Doctor has become. Equally idiotic in his plans for restructuring Time, but less obnoxious. Share the drink with your loyal subject, there's a darling President.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Romana ignores this and looks down at the documentation relating to the Academy while she sips her wine.]

Frankly I find myself enjoying your company over his as of late. [in a very deadpan and very blunt tone at that.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I know! Not using protection while he fools around with Time. He's going to get some pregnant. Or worse, a miscarriage.

[he makes to pour himself a glass]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Omega watches Romana from a bit away, curious. He has not met her, but his copy of the Doctor's memories are tainted with nostalgia. And she is apparently the President of Gallifrey, as well.

How very interesting.]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Said President of Gallifrey had successfully submerged herself in her work, all of her attention focused on understanding the information before her. Occasional she sips her wine but even then she doesn't look up.

It doesn't mean though that she hasn't realized that there is a nagging feeling in the back of her head, telling her that someone is watching her.]

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[Well, it wouldn't hurt to make himself known, at least not at this moment. He steps forward, curious.]

Lady Romanadvoratrelundar.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Looking up from some written out scripts from a previous Temporal Powers meeting, Romana sets them down for just a moment. Granted her expression is a curious one at first. She recognized him as the Doctor and yet her mind told her that it was not.]

Can I help you?

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[If it wasn't immediately obvious from the way he carried himself, Omega's words would surely give him away; his Gallifreyan is archaic, with a brisk capitoline accent, and far more proper than the Doctor ever bothered with.]

Unlikely. You traveled with the Doctor -- his fourth incarnation, I believe?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Time Lords seem to be favouring this bit of the Plane, lately. [he approaches with a faint, curious smile before gesturing to the paperwork] Would it be illegal for me to help you with that?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[A small, albeit tired, smile is spared.] The sentiment is appreciated, however these are matters that I really must tend to alone. But the company would be welcomed.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[an understanding one in return] I can manage that, too. [slips into the stool chair across from her] How has it been, on Gallifrey?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

As they usually are. Our race hardly ever changes no matter how many centuries come to pass.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[wry smile] Point.

[softly] I would still like to change things, someday.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[for the sake of argument, we'll pretend he hasn't gone off with the tenth Doctor yet and has returned to the bar after having a little wander--and is still in his ceremonial robes, oops. he almost turns around to avoid her, but he figures with the noise he's made simply from his approach, he might as well be the first one to speak.]

Ahh, Lady Romana. So the rumours of your presence here are true indeed!

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[From over the top of the documents Romana glanced up. Both of her eyebrows rose, recognizing the other Time Lord. Her expression was neutral at the moment but never the less--]

Straxus? I had not been aware that you were a regular visitor to the Plane.


[ooc: Please please please forgive me if I screw up here. I haven't listen to the audios in forever and ago so my memory is crap with other Time Lords aside from Brax and Narvin and Wynters. D8 /fails]

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[shrugs--as best as one can in full ceremonial dress] Well, why would you have been, my lady?


[ooc: No worries! If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask!]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Those things really are bothersome. Which is why she prefers not to wear them whenever possible. She shrugs in return as the papers are lowered a fraction.] I suppose I'm loosing my touch when it comes to being a trouble, nosy, busy-body.


[ooc: And major apologies on the lateness as well.]

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Or, perhaps, we're not from the exact same point in time. Besides, I doubt that trait of yours would ever truly fade away.