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WHO Romana and YOU
WHAT Introduction to the city :3
WHERE The hostel, and/or the city itself. She'll be exploring.
WHEN Yesterday and throughout the week?
NOTES Just specify the day/location in the thread! Also if there's a place that might have a good job for Romana, feel free to assume she asked about it.
WARNINGS None?

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Tuesday, the Hostel, Room 619 =D

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As soon as he'd hung up from the call with Romana, the Doctor immediately began pacing around his room. Another Time Lord. Another actual, living Time Lord (well, one that wasn't some iteration of himself), here in Bete Noire and on their way to see him.

Of course on some level, he'd known it was possible. He was here, after all, and he hadn't even existed when Bete Noire had pulled him in. But being open to the possibility was one thing. Actually seeing it was another. And if Bete Noire was going to choose any other Time Lords, it could have done a whole lot worse than Romana.

Needless to say, he was impatient for her arrival. In between bouts of pacing and efforts to try and sit still and wait, he found himself going to the door and poking his head out into the hallway at the least suggestion that she might be there - anything that sounded like footsteps down the hall, or the faint rushing of the elevator door as it slid open.

:D

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Romana was also anxious about meeting the Doctor...she'd only met the one she knew. Would he still remember everything they'd done together? She had no idea how old he actually was, or how many times he'd regenerated. But she was glad to have some version (or versions, rather) of him here in this unfamiliar place, regardless.

She paused when she got out of the elevator, noticing a familiar face glancing out a door. "...Doctor?" she asked, a bit hesitantly.

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"He-ey!" He threw the door open, bounding out into the corridor to wrap her up in a hug. He even lifted her up off the ground a bit. "Hello, Romana!" He set her down and pulled away, wearing an enormous grin. "Oh, it's good to see you." He gave her a look up and down, taking note of her outfit - giggling a little, gleefully, at the bright purple hat.

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Romana had been hugged by the Doctor before, of course, but never quite so enthusiastically. She was rather embarrassed, actually, but she returned the embrace tightly anyway.

"It's good to see you too, Doctor. Though I do wish you'd stop giggling," she insisted, glaring a little.

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"What? I like it." He meant the hat. Rather fancied it himself, actually. He put an arm around her shoulders and guided her back toward his flat. The place was cluttered, but in an organized way - or at least, organized to the Doctor. There were papers, plans, prototypes, half-built or cannibalized contraptions strewn about. There was still, however, enough room to move about. He hadn't been here that long.

"So. All set up with the man downstairs?"

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"Yes, quite," Romana assured him, amused by the cluttered mess around the room. "My room is next to yours...though I'm rather tempted to move it a few spaces down. I'll never get any rest if you're up all night making...what are you making?" she asked curiously, picking up some of the papers.

Never mind that Time Lords didn't need much sleep. Romana still wanted to enjoy those few hours of beauty rest when she got them, unlike a certain insomniac.

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He turned, then snatched the papers out of her hands. Gave them a look.

"Theories on the nature of exostatic confinement beams. Didn't turn out to be relevant." Gingerly, he reached past her and set the papers back into place. "Yet."

"And I think you'll find I don't make that much noise. Talk to myself sometimes, but that's more of a mumbly thing, and these walls aren't so thin." He moved across the room to his bed and flopped down onto it backwards, still smirking at her.

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Romana raised an eyebrow at him, before finding a place to sit. Which was a bit difficult, in all the clutter. "It's good to see some things haven't changed. Have you got any relevant theories on exostatic confinement beams?" she asked, curious.

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"I said 'yet.' Notice the 'yet.'" He drew a little box in the air around the imaginary word to drive the point home. "The way this reality functions is entirely new. Entirely unexamined. Past while I've been working to find a way out, but it's flying blind when I don't even know where to start. Especially without my TARDIS."

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It was hard to imagine the Doctor without his TARDIS, and she gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I'll help any way I can."

She paused, then pulled the tracer for the Key to Time out of her waistband. "I'm not going to need this here, am I?"

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At the sight of the tracer, his expression turned toward amusement. And a bit of nostalgia.

"No," he said. "So you don't have to bother about carting it around everywhere. And don't worry. There'll be plenty more - what'd I call them once? 'Gimmicky gadgets?' - to mess around with in future."

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"I thought you said never to trust gimmicky gadgets, Doctor," Romana replied, amused. "Which I found rather ironic, considering your sonic screwdriver."

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"Did I?" That bit he didn't remember quite as well. But anyway, he brushed it aside. "Yeah. Forget all that. At least for as long as you're here. I'm somewhat of a different mind now, when it comes to gadgets."

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Romana nodded, murmuring something about regeneration trauma interfering with the psychological transference of ideologies.

Then, she said, "Doctor...the White Guardian did stress the need for urgency in completing the Key to Time. But something tells me that won't matter here, either."

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He raised his eyebrows. "I don't know about you, but I've got a feeling we're somewhat out of the Guardians' jurisdiction. Anyway, rumour has it when you're sent back, you pick up where you last left off. The Key can wait. Meanwhile, you get to experience an ultra-paradoxical pocket universe. Not the sort of opportunity that comes waltzing through your front door every day."

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"It's a good thing it isn't, too," Romana replied dryly, though she was fascinated by the opportunity. "But the implication that we'll be sent back to our own timeline is reassuring...and a bit disturbing."