.039 [Video] Confession Time (Flood)

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin was going to post a private message to the Doctor (Seven) about Rassilon. What comes out is neither private, nor specifically about Rassilon.]

The irony is, I don't even like most Time Lords.

[Narvin freezes as soon as the words pop out. Then he scrambles to cut the communication, but before he can he finds himself adding...]I do admire

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[Private]

[rass_bestie]

[Pained sympathy.] Oh, Narvin!

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

One private message. That's all I wanted to send. One private message.

These floods make for an impossible working environment.

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

They do. Do you want anything? A drink, a... [Oh, what would help?] concussion?

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

[That last one is tempting...]

A mindwipe to use on the entire Barge population and then myself?

[Spam]

[most_feared]

[Because what the hell, he's just face-palming at his desk. Narvin's secret is more embarrassing.] Next time we chase down people, huh? [Even if Cooper wasn't answering his door.]

[Spam]

[timesbureaucrat]

I both-heartsedly agree. [He stares sourly at the communicator as if it were at fault.]

[Spam]

[most_feared]

[He comes over to stare at the thing, too.] How about next time there's a flood we ask the other to be present before we post. And... hope it doesn't end in something god-awful like a duet. [He makes a vague motion.]

[Spam]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin has backread the musical flood. The possibility of he and Kay suddenly serenading the ship with a rendition of "My Love is as Strong As a Black Hole and I'm Pulling You Over the Event Horizon" (or whatever that dreck was called) is a very real fear.]

Maybe we could rig a remote emergency shut-off switch for the communicators.

[shortsghtedlove]

You admire Romana? [His dislike of her is enough to make him post, despite the risk that Omega might get mad. Because, really, Romana?]

[timesbureaucrat]

[His tones turns a bit conciliatory as he tries to avert Rassilon's wrath.]

I never said I liked her, or her political ideology, but she is intelligent and competent, my Lord President.

[shortsghtedlove]

Oh, she's everything but, Coordinator! And you should know that. It was during her presidency that Gallifrey's decline began! Even ignoring what I have been told about Pandora -- though why she wouldn't resign after gaining knowledge of her! -- to let alien students attend the Academy! While a known terrorist group was out for gallifreyan blood, no less!

And even ignoring her sheer incompetence, she never understood where her duties lay.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is not going to argue much with Rassilon. Just enough to try to explain himself.]

I agree, Lord President, her policies caused an unacceptable security risk. She was my commander-in-chief during the civil war, however, and she seized victory despite bad odds. I'm sure you understand how war can create strange bonds.

[blesseddumbfuck]

What's a Time Lord?

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is trying to rouse his patriotism again after that confession.]

Time Lords are the rulers of Gallifrey. They are the oldest and most powerful corporeal race in the cosmos; they are dedicated to observing the universe and protecting the web of time.

[blesseddumbfuck]

Are you one of them?

[timesbureaucrat]

Yes.

[Really, why would he be talking about not liking them being ironic otherwise?]

[deepdowndark]

I don't really like most Dwarfs, when it comes down to it, Narvin.

Doesn't make you disloyal to a society.

[timesbureaucrat]

Thank you, Ardent.

[Private]

It does sometimes make me wonder, though, who it is I'm protecting and why.

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[deepdowndark]

You're protecting your society. Your protecting the institution of it. You're protecting the abstract concept of it. The individuals, and whether you like them or not, is less important.

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[timesbureaucrat]

Yes, I do sometimes wonder, though, why the culture I'm dedicated to seems incapable of producing individuals I like.