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[majorum_pride]

[Public | Audio]I once was told by a man that love was like magic. This is the closest that I've seen his assessment to be true, despite my arguments to him at the time. A science that I don't understand. An uncontrolled pursuit of perspective mates and forming of social bonds that would otherwise be unthinkable, but yet there was an obligation

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Rhade has now joined Holmes, Eddie, Brax, Nine, and Ten on Narvin's grudge list.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin's jaw tenses at Rhade's statement and he wants to fight against the accusations, but after Kay's warning, Narvin is trying to back out of the whole he's dug for himself. Being called out on some of the more irrational aspects of his xenophobia and Time Lord rewriting of their own culture and history is proving to be a problem. He tries very hard to remain calm and to speak evenly, even if he rather wants to reach through the communicator and rip Rhade's tongue out.]

Faith in some divine entity has nothing to do with it. It's just scientific advancement. We used superior technology to take nature and animalism out of basic biological processes such as eating and procreation. Our food is not grown, or bred, or hunted, and our children are not born. We are not reliant on nature. We've created a society where access to food and sex is irrelevant and doesn't dictate our lives the way it does primitive cultures. That is all I'm saying.

[He's not going to address Rhade's last comments. He doesn't think he could do so without losing his temper.]

Narvin walked into that wall all by himself!

[majorum_pride]

So you're a culturally advanced race with superior technology, incapable of producing children without machinery, incapable of providing food for one's self without other machinery, and with a history of electing presidents with a lower mental prowess?

[This is why Narvin should not be the spokesman for Gallifrey.]

*THUD*

[timesbureaucrat]

That's not what I said. We *could* provide food for ourselves the natural way, and some extremist groups do. Most of us choose not to, thereby eliminating time-wasting competition for food resources. Starvation does not exist on my planet. And presidents typically aren't elected, they're appointed by the outgoing president. How much power the president has is dependant entirely on his or her ability to control the High Council. Unsurprisingly, the less mentally inspiring presidents don't wield much power.

[Narvin is a terrible spokesperson and a terrible diplomat.]

[majorum_pride]

...I don't understand. So, the previous president appoints a successor, so who appoints the High Council? And if they don't like the president why don't they get rid of them altogether rather than allow a fool to remain as figurehead and then work around them?

[Rhade would usually be nicer, but he's listening to his instincts.]

Narvin is very grateful. (Not that he'd ever say so openly.)

[timesbureaucrat]

Yes, that's exactly it. Thank you.

[Sometimes he likes Brax. At least when they're working together towards the same pro-Gallifreyan goals.]

Rhade is amused by it.

[majorum_pride]

Thank you, Coordinator. You've been very informative.

[This is why Rhade thinks Brax is genetically superior.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Indeed.

[Brax probably is. :(

Also, Narvin's goal now is to watch Rhade, find out where he's most insecure, and then stick a knife in him right there someday.]

[majorum_pride]

[And he'll commend you on your obsessive compulsion to prove yourself superior.]

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

I can't just-- [He breaks off the beginnings of an angry rant, knowing it would just prove Brax's point further. So instead he says tightly.]

My thanks for your advice, Cardinal.

[Rather unusually for Narvin, he does not even protest the description of Rassilon that Braxiatel gave, which says quite a lot about his own current state of mind.]

[NOT EVEN A METAPHORICAL KNIFE?]

[majorum_pride]

Certainly. Over the next game, then. The Vedrans have a unique system of government you might be interested in. [One that they just shattered, but still something that can be used as a learning experience.]