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realityshifted2009-12-02 09:32 pm
tastefulfashion.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2009-12-02 09:32 pm
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08][Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head.
[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.]
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.]