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Characters: A confused Time Lord damn_time_ring and one who no longer is rude_not_ginger
Location: Satrifico 7, outside the Capitol Cafe on a late December afternoon in the year 45RE.
Time: During the Tarot Card plot, but more specifically after this.
Warnings: None I can think of? Will change it if something does need warning
He had been right to leave part of his ceremonial robes behind in his residential quarters. Even in what he wore, sans the head and shoulder piece, he felt awkward standing outside that cafe, the residents of Satrifico 7 watching him out of the corner of their eyes. It was like they knew what had passed in his mind moments before he used the vortex manipulator. Was his expression like that of somebody with guilty conscious? Certainly didn't feel like it.
That internal debate he had before arriving, that feeling of wanting to...
That desire frightened him somewhere in the back of his mind, or at least it should have. Right now, giving in to the desire felt like a damned fine idea. So did seeing if there was any power left in the vortex manipulator in case he decided to "accidentally" activate it the moment he heard the TARDIS's ancient engines...
No. Somewhere in the common sense he could access, he knew this was the better option: to wait for the Doctor to arrive. He could stand a few dozen more looks if that meant he could eventually return to Gallifrey with a clearer mind.
Location: Satrifico 7, outside the Capitol Cafe on a late December afternoon in the year 45RE.
Time: During the Tarot Card plot, but more specifically after this.
Warnings: None I can think of? Will change it if something does need warning
He had been right to leave part of his ceremonial robes behind in his residential quarters. Even in what he wore, sans the head and shoulder piece, he felt awkward standing outside that cafe, the residents of Satrifico 7 watching him out of the corner of their eyes. It was like they knew what had passed in his mind moments before he used the vortex manipulator. Was his expression like that of somebody with guilty conscious? Certainly didn't feel like it.
That internal debate he had before arriving, that feeling of wanting to...
That desire frightened him somewhere in the back of his mind, or at least it should have. Right now, giving in to the desire felt like a damned fine idea. So did seeing if there was any power left in the vortex manipulator in case he decided to "accidentally" activate it the moment he heard the TARDIS's ancient engines...
No. Somewhere in the common sense he could access, he knew this was the better option: to wait for the Doctor to arrive. He could stand a few dozen more looks if that meant he could eventually return to Gallifrey with a clearer mind.