Once upon a time there was a woman named Romana. Of course Romana wasn’t actually her real name but she found that, her real name took far too much effort and Romana was just easier
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While the Fifth Doctor has left Romana to her own devices, he has rushed off to find Reid, hoping his companion is quite all right. And what does this leave?
Well, the TARDIS, of course. And she peeks out of her own doors and follows Romana out. "I've never explored it myself," she almost whispers, a little amazed by the place.
She approaches the Time Lady's side and smiles a little, but it's obvious the TARDIS is a little more than uncertain about this place. It's probably the lack of real time and space. Or as she knows it, anyway.
"Well good," she starts as she turns around. "Well go exploring together then."
When the TARDIS approaches, she'll move to link arms with the other, offering an assuring smile. "Don't look so nervous, from what I've heard, there's very little to be afraid of."
Of course that doesn't mean she believes it exactly but she offers the words of comfort for the other's sake.
"True, forgot about that. This must be a bit odd for you then." She starts at the Lobby, looking about at the various occupants and so on.
"Seems like a pretty varied group," she mutters more to herself than the TARDIS. From what she could tell (and sense, really) most posed little to no danger. Of course there was the occasional flare of caution in which she would tighten her grip around the other but nothing that would send her into too terrible a state of alarm.
Spotting the doors that lead outside, she looks to the TARDIS. "What's out there," she questions with a tilt of her head. "I didn't think the place would have an 'outside'."
The Master's not an uncommon sight in the lobby of the Inn these days, lounging catlike in a chair, tapping his fingers or playing with his laser screwdriver, freaking out random passersby... It's about all he has to do these days.
However, he tends to pay special attention when a TARDIS is in the Inn, so he's certainly not going to miss when a certain Time Lady emerges from it. A slow smirk spreads over his lips.
"My Lady President!" It's a little smug, amused, not respectful as she'd probably expect the tone to be. He's not one to manage respectful well.
For a brief moment she freezes, watching him and wondering who he was and how he'd come to know her status on Gallifrey. Oh but that doesn't take long at all! It seems once you've met he Master, it's rather difficult to forget what his mind feels like.
"Master," she replies, taking in this new regeneration he seems to have somehow acquired. "You look unusually well for someone who should be dead."
Taking a deep breath, she straightens herself. Lucky for her, she had been informed of the War, although her knowledge of it was limited.
"Well isn't that something," she starts. "Because last time I checked, you had died before any of that happens."
There's a slight tugging in the back of her mind, a warning that says she might not want to hear the answer to her next question, not that it's going to stop her.
"So, how is it that you come to see me fighting a war that you shouldn't be there for?"
Svetlana is sitting by the fire, drinking a cup of tea. She has a book in her lap, but she hasn't been reading it. It's been more interesting to watch people as they come and go.
The smile is returned. "Hello," she says rather pleasantly. She recalls what the Doctor had told her, how beings where pulled from their own times and realities and left here and she finds herself curious as to what this woman's story might be.
Noting the book in her hands, she smiles. "May I ask what it is that you weren't reading?"
"I am that obvious?" Svetlana laughs, a little. "It isn't as interesting as I thought it would be. It's supposed to be romantic and adventurous, but it's neither, so far."
"Only somewhat," she'll reply with a laugh of her own.
Moving to take a seat across from the other woman, she shrugs. "I never trust a book that promises to be either romantic or adventurous because more often than not, the author seems to have no idea as to the definition of either."
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Well, the TARDIS, of course. And she peeks out of her own doors and follows Romana out. "I've never explored it myself," she almost whispers, a little amazed by the place.
She approaches the Time Lady's side and smiles a little, but it's obvious the TARDIS is a little more than uncertain about this place. It's probably the lack of real time and space. Or as she knows it, anyway.
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When the TARDIS approaches, she'll move to link arms with the other, offering an assuring smile. "Don't look so nervous, from what I've heard, there's very little to be afraid of."
Of course that doesn't mean she believes it exactly but she offers the words of comfort for the other's sake.
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"I can't help it," She replies, wrinkling her nose softly, "It just feels odd. No set coordinates or data... its all very peculiar."
But she's overly curious, so exploring? Not so terrible?
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"Seems like a pretty varied group," she mutters more to herself than the TARDIS. From what she could tell (and sense, really) most posed little to no danger. Of course there was the occasional flare of caution in which she would tighten her grip around the other but nothing that would send her into too terrible a state of alarm.
Spotting the doors that lead outside, she looks to the TARDIS. "What's out there," she questions with a tilt of her head. "I didn't think the place would have an 'outside'."
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However, he tends to pay special attention when a TARDIS is in the Inn, so he's certainly not going to miss when a certain Time Lady emerges from it. A slow smirk spreads over his lips.
"My Lady President!" It's a little smug, amused, not respectful as she'd probably expect the tone to be. He's not one to manage respectful well.
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"Master," she replies, taking in this new regeneration he seems to have somehow acquired. "You look unusually well for someone who should be dead."
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He bounds to his feet and stalks toward her smoothly. "The last time I saw you, you were fighting a losing war."
And that war ended in Gallifrey burning. He wonders if she knows yet.
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"Well isn't that something," she starts. "Because last time I checked, you had died before any of that happens."
There's a slight tugging in the back of her mind, a warning that says she might not want to hear the answer to her next question, not that it's going to stop her.
"So, how is it that you come to see me fighting a war that you shouldn't be there for?"
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She smiles in greeting. "Hello."
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Noting the book in her hands, she smiles. "May I ask what it is that you weren't reading?"
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Moving to take a seat across from the other woman, she shrugs. "I never trust a book that promises to be either romantic or adventurous because more often than not, the author seems to have no idea as to the definition of either."
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