11][Was this over before it ever began.

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[ With a pen in hand, Romana is once again found on the Plane. Handling matters at home with the war has otherwise kept her preoccupied, but for obvious reasons of course.

However she did manage to return here to tend to an important matter that she had been neglecting. With her hair tied back loosely to keep it from falling over her shoulders Romana is seated at a table in the library. Before her is a few sheets of paper as well as blank envelope along with a partially filled glass of wine.

Every now and again she pauses to sip the drink before resuming whatever it is she was writing. ]

[ooc: Standard order for all to bother her goes here.]

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[collector]

[Braxiatel pauses when he sees Romana. The air of easy self-assurance shifts slightly; Benny's right, he is deferential towards his President. But she is President, and deference is what he owes her. Braxiatel approaches Romana without looking over her should to see what she is writing.]

My Lady?

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[ In mid-sentence she stops, holding the pen just over the page as she lifts her head. ]

Hm? What is it, Brax?

[collector]

Oh, nothing. It's a pleasure to see you. You're well, I take it?

[There's an implicit 'despite the war' in his tone.]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

As well as I can be. I thought I would come here for just a short while to tend to a few things.

[collector]

Oh? Can I help you?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

I may have a favor to ask of you, actually.

[collector]

[with mild surprise, but of course accepting] I'm happy to be of service. What do you need?

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[ Motioning to the half-written document in front of he, she smiles a little. ] I need to have this letter delivered to someone on Earth. I'm afraid with the war I am unable to have it done. Would you know of anyone that could have this taken care of?

[collector]

Yes, I think I could arrange that. I'll need a name, address, and time period, of course, but it should be a simple matter.

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Thank you. [ She pauses before adding-- ] It's foolish of me, I know.

[collector]

[At that, his is a quiet smile.] I doubt that, my Lady. But if you think as much, I'll ask no more of it. I can, on occasion, manage to carry out orders without question. A difficult task, but not impossible.

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[ She chuckles briefly at this, seeming both tired but at ease. ] It's nothing secretive, Brax. It's only a letter to an old friend should something happen.

[collector]

[His voice becomes softer and more serious.] It is my most profound hope that such a letter need not be sent.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Just as I hope as well. But none the less, it's something I prefer to have done just in case.

[collector]

Very well, my Lady.

[Indicating the chair across from her] May I?

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[ Nods. ] You may.

[collector]

Thank you. [He sits across from her.] Who are you writing to, incidentally?

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A detective I met in Paris during my travels with the Doctor.

[collector]

Ahh. [Brax may or may not have some knowledge of this individual. Well, it is Brax, and it's about Romana.] Don't tell me: he realized the Doctor had broken into the Louvre. Again.

[with a sigh] The number of works I come across bearing his mark, in one way or another...

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[ She manages to resist rolling her eyes, mainly because it was a very un-Presidential thing to do. But he is her dear friend after all and a friend does not mock another friend's woes when it comes to their hobbies. ]

He was never one for having much regard for his actions, or better yet the consequences of them. [ Bringing the glass to her lips, she pauses before sipping. ] But no, it has nothing to do with any break-in's this time. I simply keep in contact with him from time to time.

[collector]

When the war is over, you'll have to take a second trip there.

[It's amazing how easy it is for him to say that, how untouched his smile, how confident his tone. It's almost as if he doesn't know what the future has promised them all.]

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Well, should the opportunity present itself, I wouldn't mind terribly. For some reason or another I've become rather fond of that city.

[collector]

France is a lovely country. For most of its history, anyway. I'm slightly less partial to visiting during that Revolution of its.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

There are more than enough political agendas being waged against one another at home. I'd rather avoid seeing any more of it, no matter what the era was.

[collector]

You could always simply go to the fashion shows.

[There is no denying that Romana has very good taste in clothing.]

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

... Romana?

[The President seemed to be lost in thought, but it had been a long time - far too long - since they had been able to sit and talk. She worried about her friend and the events of the last few weeks have made her realise just how dangerous life on the Plane could be. It was her duty to remain close to her.]

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[ And up goes her gaze, shifting from the partially-completed letter to Leela. Almost instantly her face breaks out into a warm smile of relief at the sight of her. ]

Leela.

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I am interrupting you. [She did not phrase it as a question, because the answer was obvious. But she did not leave, either.] Good. You work too hard.

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Well this may be a bit of a surprise, but for once this isn't work. [ With her tone sounding humorous, she motioned to the empty chair across from her. ]

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Then I shouldn't interrupt you?

[Although she still sat down.]

[bit_impossible]

[once again, the Doctor is exploring the library, something he's taken to doing on occasion should Meredith's warning ever prove true. but once he spots Romana, he can't help making a beeline towards her, his original task easily discarded (and he was close to done anyway) as he approaches her from the side]

Hello, Romana! You know, one of these days, I've really got to introduce you to my friend, Harriet. The pair of you would get on swimmingly! She'd probably be doing exactly what you're doing right now if she ever came here... [he trails off as he attempts to peer at her letter]

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[ Not even bothering to attempt to hide the document she looks up at him with an amused smile. Scribbled at the top it clearly reads "Dear Duggan--". ]

Perhaps you should simply allow all of your companions to come together and meet one another? I dare say I wouldn't mind sharing a few stories with the young ones.

[bit_impossible]

[he ignores what she says for a moment, distracted by who her letter is to] Duggan! Ohhh, I haven't seen him in ages! I really ought to drop in on him some--[aaaand now it hits him]--hold on a mo'. All of you together?! [he sounds horrified at the thought]

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[...!!! That- that lady is writing a letter. Writing. A letter. But writing it. And not drawing pictures, but actually writing a letter.]

Excuse me um, er, uuuh, lady! I couldn't fail to notice you are um... writing. As in writing letters to tell someone something. Am I right...?

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[ While that wasn't the strangest question she has been asked, it still earns Hiccup a curious expression. Her left eyebrow arched higher than the other as she looks to him. ]

Yes, that would be the purpose of a letter after all.

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[Hiccup's excitement creeps on his cheeks, making him blush lightly. ADfasdfgsfg they know a purpose of a letter!]

Aah, yes, yes, but I- I never really saw, well, others to write a letter, or just write anything in particular, you know. So, it's... kinda neat to see someone doing it.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ Oh you silly humans. ]

Oh? What form of communication do they use then? Where you from that is.

[dragonnerd.livejournal.com]

[He snorts.]

Communication? Well they like to yell to each other, because that is so handy when it comes to communication. Oh, I'm from Berk, heard about it? It's the pretty village somewhere up there with people not knowing the purpose of letters... at all.

They must send a lot of letter from where you come from, right? [Tries to peek into that writing.]

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[Barbara is wandering through the stacks, gently straightening some books and pulling out others; when she turns to see Romana there's a stack teetering on her lap

she can't help the sympathy, having spent so much time writing herself, nor the curiosity, so she wheels towards the table]

Letters?