[Romana] Taxi!
Who: Romana
When: Day 37, after the pool party
Where: The TARDIS
Invited: Teleporters, anybody who happens across her Time Ladyness
Status: Complete
Romana made her way through the TARDIS corridors with ease, tuning into the telepathic directional hints so automatically that she didn't even notice them - she just knew where to go. Having grown up with this technology, such things were as natural to her as breathing.
She was looking for somebody who could teleport her to somewhere near her TARDIS. Everybody seemed to have disappeared from the pool room. She followed a damp trail through the corridors, taking a much less optimal route back towards the console room. Strange.
About halfway there, she spotted the door to a storeroom was ajar, and looked inside. Lights came on, illuminating an Aladdin's cave of spare parts, junk and scrap of every description. Romana grinned, imagining McKay's face if he saw this room. He had to see this room, she realised. Just in the first glance she identified artefacts from several galaxies. The homeostasis unit from an Asgard cloning cylinder sat on a shelf next to a precarious-looking pile of data discs of the kind common on Earth in the late fifty-seventh century, which were tucked up to the side of a Dalek eyestalk and what appeared to be a plaster cast of a primitive Vorlon's foot. Good thing the modern Vorlons didn't know about that. From what she recalled, by the human twenty-first century they were even touchier than usual and completely lacking any sense of humour.
Negotiating with the Vorlons had been one of the more trying parts of her duties as President of Gallifrey.
What really caught her eye was the object next to the plaster cast. It was trailing wires and looked to have partially melted at some point. She picked it up, pleased to find it quite heavy, and after whacking it on the floor a couple of times she was able to get the cover open. Most of the circuitry inside was intact, and she grinned again. It probably wouldn't be easy, but with the matter/energy converter from a Dalek transmat, perhaps she wouldn't need to persuade any of the Tomorrow People to take a leap in the dark.
Still smiling, she started looking around for other useful parts.
When: Day 37, after the pool party
Where: The TARDIS
Invited: Teleporters, anybody who happens across her Time Ladyness
Status: Complete
Romana made her way through the TARDIS corridors with ease, tuning into the telepathic directional hints so automatically that she didn't even notice them - she just knew where to go. Having grown up with this technology, such things were as natural to her as breathing.
She was looking for somebody who could teleport her to somewhere near her TARDIS. Everybody seemed to have disappeared from the pool room. She followed a damp trail through the corridors, taking a much less optimal route back towards the console room. Strange.
About halfway there, she spotted the door to a storeroom was ajar, and looked inside. Lights came on, illuminating an Aladdin's cave of spare parts, junk and scrap of every description. Romana grinned, imagining McKay's face if he saw this room. He had to see this room, she realised. Just in the first glance she identified artefacts from several galaxies. The homeostasis unit from an Asgard cloning cylinder sat on a shelf next to a precarious-looking pile of data discs of the kind common on Earth in the late fifty-seventh century, which were tucked up to the side of a Dalek eyestalk and what appeared to be a plaster cast of a primitive Vorlon's foot. Good thing the modern Vorlons didn't know about that. From what she recalled, by the human twenty-first century they were even touchier than usual and completely lacking any sense of humour.
Negotiating with the Vorlons had been one of the more trying parts of her duties as President of Gallifrey.
What really caught her eye was the object next to the plaster cast. It was trailing wires and looked to have partially melted at some point. She picked it up, pleased to find it quite heavy, and after whacking it on the floor a couple of times she was able to get the cover open. Most of the circuitry inside was intact, and she grinned again. It probably wouldn't be easy, but with the matter/energy converter from a Dalek transmat, perhaps she wouldn't need to persuade any of the Tomorrow People to take a leap in the dark.
Still smiling, she started looking around for other useful parts.