All the Nightmares Came Today, and it looks as if they're here to stay
Characters: Bones and Romana
Rating: G
Time Period: Modern Day---->Dawn of Time--->Golden Age
Location: Time Room
Relative Date: A week after her conversation with the Doctor and the Rani. During the plague plot.
Status: Closed.
“We meet at last, Time Room.” Romana smirked, hands behind her back as she glided into the room she’d heard so much about.
The thought of the room seemed to play on a loop in her mind for the past few months, repeating over and over as though trying to communicate some sort of message to her… some sort of sign. Something on the lines of 'enter me'. Because each time she heard something about the wretched room, it seemed to make her want to go even more mad with curiosity; she was just going to have a look.
So that’s what she was doing. Romana was having a look.
As she waited for her guest to arrive she became taken back by the paintings. And though she never understood any art made by hand instead of computer, her blue hues couldn’t help but to become deeply in thought with each painting as she waited for her guest. It was odd how a room so intimidating could also somehow be so captivating, she thought to herself, analyzing the painting of a nude woman with a gun.
Rating: G
Time Period: Modern Day---->Dawn of Time--->Golden Age
Location: Time Room
Relative Date: A week after her conversation with the Doctor and the Rani. During the plague plot.
Status: Closed.
“We meet at last, Time Room.” Romana smirked, hands behind her back as she glided into the room she’d heard so much about.
The thought of the room seemed to play on a loop in her mind for the past few months, repeating over and over as though trying to communicate some sort of message to her… some sort of sign. Something on the lines of 'enter me'. Because each time she heard something about the wretched room, it seemed to make her want to go even more mad with curiosity; she was just going to have a look.
So that’s what she was doing. Romana was having a look.
As she waited for her guest to arrive she became taken back by the paintings. And though she never understood any art made by hand instead of computer, her blue hues couldn’t help but to become deeply in thought with each painting as she waited for her guest. It was odd how a room so intimidating could also somehow be so captivating, she thought to herself, analyzing the painting of a nude woman with a gun.