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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies appears in the middle of the Plane clearly arriving straight from work. she's in a suit, as well as wearing an ID card hanging from her neck and a belt of police gear around her waist. however, her hair is disheveled and she looks very concerned about something. ignoring her surroundings, she pulls her right arm against her, twisting the fabric of her shirt so see can see the underside of it. she frowns down at a small round scortch mark on her shirt for a moment before she presses against it, still frowning, but showing no sign of pain as she prods at the area]

[after a moment, she lets her arm go and now stares down at her own hands in confusion--as though she expects to find some sort of answer there. she considers silently for a bit, chewing her lip. but eventually she sighs before mumbling to herself:] I wish I had a knife...

[ooc: Menzies' wish has had the accidental side effect of making her invulnerable for a month! Just a warning that if you give her something sharp, she's going to do a little (ultimately harmless) test with it.]

Comments

[timesbureaucrat]

His presidency was exactly as one would expect from the Doctor. It largely consisted of him running away from his responsibilities and when he was present his orders were capricious and inexplicable more often than not.

Fortunately for everyone, including the Doctor, the High Council eventually came to their senses and impeached him.

[grip_on_reality]

They what? [she chuckles] You know, I've gotta admit, that really isn't surprising. So, what, they impeached 'im and happily sent 'im off on his way again?

[timesbureaucrat]

Hm, more like they impeached him and he didn't notice for a few decades because he wasn't ever around. Those were the grounds for impeachment, in fact. Dereliction.

[grip_on_reality]

I should 'ave known! But I can't imagine he minded too much when he did notice, by the sound of it.

[she eyes one of the documents from her file now, picking up a pen and beginning to fill it out]

[timesbureaucrat]

Well, he minded but only because he was on trial and thought he could get out of it by claiming presidential immunity only to be told he'd long since been impeached.

[Narvin pokes at the communication device a final time and it whirs and lights up.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she glances up, raising an eyebrow] And 'ere I thought you said he was only punished the once.

Well, that sounds promising. [she peers across at the device, wondering how long Narvin will need to find out if he can contact Gallifrey]

[timesbureaucrat]

He was acquitted at that trial and not punished, even though he was clearly guilty. But the trial was poisoned by procedural irregularities and corrupt motives on the part of the prosecution...and others.

[It's still not connecting. Power is steady, all systems functional, but not connecting. So Narvin uses the time-tested repair method of "smack it upside the top and see if it works then." Ah, and there's the connection.]

[grip_on_reality]

I see. [she quirks an eyebrow, though, wondering what the rest of that story might be]

[but any questions she might have asked are interrupted when he starts smacking the device] No joy, I take it? [though her tone is dry, her amusement might be showing in her expression]

[timesbureaucrat]

There never is. [Narvin doesn't believe in joy.]

But I'll make this heap of scrap metal work as I need it to, one way or another.

[grip_on_reality]

[she snorts at that, unimpressed by Narvin's pessimism] Good luck with that.

[and since she figures she'll hear some indication of when he succeeds, she goes back to her paperwork for the moment, leaving him to whack the device in peace]