Day In The Life (with impractical robes)

[timesbureaucrat]

Who: Narvin and Anyone!
What: Day in the life
Where: All over the Barge. Seriously, Narvin prowls (and spies) everywhere. Feel free to add more places for threading if you wish, because there's practically nowhere that Narvin won't poke his nose. Except perhaps the spa. That place makes him nervous.
When: Todayish
Warnings: None expected.

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2 am: Gym

[timesbureaucrat]

[Time Lords don’t need much sleep so Narvin takes advantage of the relatively quiet hour to work out in the gym. Although physical fitness isn’t highly valued in Time Lord culture, he’s learned to appreciate the practical benefits of increasing his strength and speed. He’s still only got robes to wear (damn you, Admiral), but he’s stripped off all the overlayers (cape, outer robe, inner robe) to just trousers and boots.]

4 am: Patrolling the corridors

[timesbureaucrat]

[Patrolling in robes is impractical and absurd. Even if he were to find someone in the act of something nefarious, he’d probably trip over his own hem if he tried to chase them down. But he’s always patrolled, and, as a creature of habit, will keep patrolling despite the unsuitable clothes.

At least he has a staser.]

Re: 4 am: Patrolling the corridors

[consultcriminal]

[Sleep. Sleep is for the weak. And...normal people. Jim is neither, so he he's wandering. Just roaming. He passes by Narvin, stops, and then turns around. His words are meant to sound like a mutter, but really, he wants him to hear.]i

Tsk, tsk. Oh that's tragic. Imagine. [He starts walking again, slowly, though his voice was louder.] Robes! [And of course this is highly amusing, so he adds in a laugh.]

Re: 4 am: Patrolling the corridors

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin freezes at the first "tsk" and turns around, teeth gritted.]

And what's wrong with robes? [He hisses. Everything, everything is wrong with robes, but damned if he'll let some *human* denigrate traditional Gallifreyan garb.]

Re: 4 am: Patrolling the corridors

[consultcriminal]

[VICTORY. Jim turns on one foot casually, giving Narvin a long glance.]

Oh, nothing. I suppose some can pull off the look.

8 am: Breakfast (Mess hall)

[timesbureaucrat]

[He doesn’t need to eat yet, but he’s on the look-out for Vanessa, and she’s human so *she* presumably will eat sometime. He’s got to get back those weapons he gave her. So he lurks, gets a small plate of food (which he doesn’t eat) to put in front of him so he doesn’t glaringly stand out, and surveys the comings and goings. He’s never seen her face, but he’s sure that he’d recognize her cloak again if he saw it.]

10 am: Level Five Common Room (Security Check)

[timesbureaucrat]

[He’s got a mental list of the layout of every item in the room, and methodically goes down his list to check if anything’s out of place. Wires, cords, bits of furniture...since some of the clever inmates such as Arthas and Amanda have proved themselves capable of making weapons out of innocuous things, Narvin doesn’t resent this new, extra security precaution. The edge of his robe does get caught on the corner of the TV stand as he passes by, though. He swears under his breath and flips the fold of fabric away.]

Re: 10 am: Level Five Common Room (Security Check)

[timesbureaucrat]

Looking for everything, Comrade O'Brien. Security check.

[He takes a second glance at O'Brien. That wasn't O'Brien's usual outfit. And those weren't O'Brien's clothes.]

Communal clothing now? Seems impractical.

11 am: Lab

[timesbureaucrat]

[His projects got a bit buggered up during his rash of Sveta-induced bad luck, and he’s working on repairs now. Which would be easier if the wide sleeves of his scarlet robes weren’t always dangling in the way. Dammit, he hates these robes. Frustrated, he takes a bit of wire and ties it around the sleeves to hold them back and out of the way. Better.]