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.]

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[look who it is! It's a Doctor! He looks infuriated!]

Clever.

[identity profile] savagestime.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[he sits down beside her]

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

[identity profile] savagestime.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2009-12-03 04:21 (UTC)

[identity profile] savagestime.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
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]

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[srs irritation here] The time lock. Why?

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[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.

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
You're abusing time travel, Romana. You did that to prevent me, now, not me back from your time.

What other places in time did you lock? What else are you afraid I'll change?

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
If you think this is going to stop me, you're wrong.

I'm doing the right thing now.

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
And what are you doing? Besides purposefully stopping me from doing what you're too cowardly to do?

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
It wouldn't change if I landed on that deck and picked him up!

You're doing this to spite me!

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Not if I pull him out at the exact second before impact.

I can do it!

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's just me.

[identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
I don't need anyone.

I've been to the end of the universe. Everything is the past.

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