10][And tomorrow we'll be more aware.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ Well now, someone seems to have forgotten the fact that occasionally visiting the Astral Plane can be a very good thing. It can do wonders for the busy and trouble conscious-- which is why a certain blond-haired Time Lord can now be seen on the Plane.

Or, to be more precise, the Lady Romana can be discovered leaning back in an empty seat of the vacant theater. Upon first observation she appears to be tired with her quiet expression and exhausted look in her eyes. The Presidential robes had been forsaken for a set of simplier ones.

She doesn't say anything but it's quite obvious that there is much on her mind. Which was why she finally took the time to come here and think.

Asides from the somewhat noticeable change in wardrobe, there is a significant change to be noted. However, it is unfortunately unnoticeable to the eye. One that not even the lady in question is aware of. But should anyone decide to have a little discussion with the Time Lord as she twists a ring on her index finger back and forth, perhaps a clue or two could be divulged. ]

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[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin, though he had expected it at some point, is still surprised to see his President on the Plane. Ever observant, he notes the ring on her finger -- it matches his own, and a another worn by the good Commander Hallan.]

Madame President?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Pausing in the repetitive motions of the ring turning, Romana turns her gaze up upon recognizing the Coordinator's voice. Needless to say she is somewhat surprised to see the man on the Plane as well.]

I see that I am no longer alone in visiting the Plane now.

[ooc: Now that I think about it, I probably should have asked if it was alright to assume that Romana got the ring. /facepalms]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

Ah, no, my Lady. Not now.

[ooc: No worries! He gave them out as soon as he went back, so it was a reasonable assumption. :)]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

How long have you known of this Astral Plane?

[ooc: Okay! o/ ♥]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[And where there's a Madame President, there ought to be a Time Lord of some sort, even if this one is a renegade and hasn't actually met ROmana yet.

Sigh. Timelines.

At any rate, she happens to have wandered into the theatre for reasons of her own, and drops into a seat somewhat nearby.]

There never seems to be anything good on.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't look around to see where the voice was seated in the theater. Leaning back a bit in the chair she snapped out of her thoughts just long enough to glance at the screen in front of the room.]

I suppose it has something to do with the timing.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Yes, very likely.

[They can MST3K it! A couple of aliens mocking Earth theatre, it'd be great!]

Still, it could be worse.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Because it is a tradition throughout several galaxies!]

It could be one of the Narn operas.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Romana! Have another Doctor, who's looking rather awkward. He debates approaching for a moment, then steps forward.] ...You alright, Romana?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Shifting her gaze to follow the voice, she smiles just ever so slightly. And a tired one at that.] A little drained, but that is all.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor can sympathize with that being tired thing. He offers her a half-smile back.] Anything I can do to help? Can't guarantee I'll be of much use at the mo', but I could do with a distraction.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

It's nothing a little rest cannot take care of.

[collector]

[Braxiatel walks in with Benny, discussing Indiana Jones] —watch The Last Crusade to warn you off exceptionally well-dressed blondes on your quest to find me the—

[And then he sees Romana—and more importantly, the ring she is wearing. The ring that matches his. In a few long, sharp steps that pay no mind to Bernice and her ability to keep pace, he is at his President's side.]

Romana? [His voice is quieter than usual. The next thing he said is only half a joke. He knows the chances of it being more than just an expression.] Madame President. You look like you've been in the wars.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[and Benny was about to interrupt Brax's speech when Brax went and did the job himself] Brax! What the hell are you --

[but he's all ready out of ear shot, so she stops herself. She debates between jogging over to see what the big deal is or walking deliberately slow. She makes a compromise and walks over quickly.]

[said to herself, but in a stage whisper so Brax can hear] Perhaps you might want to take your own bloody advice about well-dressed blondes.

[Benny stops as she catches up with Brax. Romana looks oddly familiar to her. Like a portrait sitting on the corner of a desk somewhere, nearly hidden under paperwork but always there. She clears her throat, awkward, and looking between the two] Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Irving, or...

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Forgoing the mindless task of fiddling with the ring she looked to see Braxiatel standing there. Her drained expression softened just a fraction but it was barely noticeable.]

[And she had to bite back the desire to laugh bitterly at his remark and settled with a weary wave of her hand.]

Your perceptive observations are as astoundingly accurate as ever, Braxiatel. I'm afraid that nothing gets past you.

[At the sound of a third member of the party, however, her eyes shifted to the newcomer in mild curiosity, an eyebrow arching higher than the other.] And I see you've brought company with as well.

[collector]

[softly] I had thought you were out of it.

[It occurs to him that this could be another Romana, one from an earlier point in time. But he also remembers what he did to Benny - dragging her back to his history, his relative time.]

[If Narvin has pulled the President back into this, Braxiatel shall have some very particular words with him.]

[He draws away, straightens up, settles on a neutral expression somewhere between the half-amused distance that Benny always gets and the loyalty he reserves for Romana.]

Yes. Of course. Forgive me. Benny, this is the Lady Romanadvoratrelundar, President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and all of her Dominions. Madame President, this is Professor Bernice Summerfield, Head of Archaeology at the Braxiatel Collection.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver wanders in with a bag of popcorn and is surprised to find someone there] Oh! Hey. [has a seat nearby] You know, most people come here for a films. But... [gives her a sideways look] You don't look like you're in the mood.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Oh don't mind her. All Time Lords have an unsocial-able default setting.] I tune it out.

[oliverplus]

Got something better you're tuning in to? [holds out the popcorn bag for her]

[bit_impossible]

[though he has been told she's on the Plane, it's still rather surprising to see her there for himself. he debates for a moment whether he should go and see her, and decides he will, taking a seat near her]

[softly] Hello, old friend.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[The arrival of company is enough to divert her attention away from the all-consuming thoughts. Seeing him was enough to make her smile just a little.]

Hello again, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

Ahh, so you have met me in this body before, have you?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he strides forward the moment he sees her, of course, though his steps are measured and his expression merely concerned]

You seem weary, Madame President.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[She almost laughs at this, but it's not out of spite neither is it aimed to offend him. It was at herself.]

You could say that is something of an understatement, Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a faint, understanding smile] You could rest here, you know.