RP for tastefulfashion

[rude_not_ginger]

Mercury. Not exactly the most entertaining of planets, but certainly one of the most peaceful. With the atmospheric generator setting up a heat and pressure field around where he sat outside the TARDIS, it was actually quite nice.

He had two white wicker chairs and a table set up outside the TARDIS, with a pot of tea and two cups and saucers out.

After all, he had a date arriving.

Well, not really a date.

Just Romana.

Still! No reason not to put a little effort out!

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[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

"Oh, coral? I had been meaning to change the one my own, but then again the Council never does approve of my tinkering with the presidential TARDIS."

There was no helping the delicate arch of her left brow even as she accepted the offered seat. With the jacket over the back of the chair, she eased herself into the seat.

"Your fifth? My goodness, I can only imagine how much strain it must have been on the time lines to maintain such a mind boggling collision." Relaxing in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and helps clasped over her lap, "Not to mention there had to have been a bit of a headache conversing with yourself." Even with her expression a tad serious and skeptical there was no mistaking the humor in her eyes.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Oi, now, I find conversing with myself to be a fine time. Brilliant conversation with a brilliant individual!" He poured her a cup of tea. "And, really, it wasn't that bad. Just finishing up some repairs on the TARDIS, forgot to put my shields back up. Rather embarrassing, actually."

He took a sip of his tea and looked over to her TARDIS. He could feel his TARDIS in his mind, reveling in the sight of another of its species. It, like himself, felt lonely. Often.

"And, really, you should think about tinkering with it anyway. Council...well, they won't have to know if you do a few changes, will they?"

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"One of the simplest fundamentals in flying a TARDIS and you forgot?" Tea in hand she had to refrain from the laugh that wanted to be heard in order to sip her own drink. "Does that piloting manual lie around all day ever since I made the perfect landing using it?"

A TARDIS that only the president had permission to operate, over years Romana had felt a deep connection with it. The one place she could call her sanctuary during the troubling times back home whenever the arguments and corruption were too much for her to handle.

"These days they seem to be monitoring my every move - countless number of times my judgment has been questioned, threats of impeachment tossed carelessly around." With a heavy sigh there was a clink of the cup resting upon the saucer. "It's any wonder I haven't lost my mind yet."

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"You could use a holiday."

The words blurted out before he had a chance to think of the implications of such a thing. The President of Gallifrey on holiday.

"You know. Could take a day trip off somewhere. Take you dancing. Don't think I ever took you dancing in our travels, did I?"

Now it just got worse. Not merely a holiday, but a holiday with him, from her future.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

A holiday.

Now there was an offer she was more than tempted to accept.

Gazing at her own rippled reflection in her cup, the idea was considered. To be whisked away from the responsibilities and duties that came with the Presidency and relive the old days. Just remembering those years was enough to make her smile, albeit sadly.

"Doctor, as much I would enjoy it... you know very well I cannot abandon Gallifrey. Even if there are those who are more than willing to forsake and overthrow me."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

He looked to the police box, then back to Romana.

"I do have a time machine, you know. Be back before they can miss you."

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

It was difficult not to smile.

"Why is it that I have strongest suspicion that you will continue to ask until I agree to?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Because you're brilliant," the Doctor replied easily, sipping his tea.

"And I'm persistent. One of my better qualities."

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

"Some might find it to be a nuisance, you know."

She fell silent for a moment when she took another sip. Granted he did have a point, but there was still that nagging, foreboding feeling in the back of her mind. When her cup was drained a soft sigh was heard.

Her nerves were strained from the countless arguments with the council. And to take a break from it would help to clear her thoughts and re-evaluate the problems back home with the resistances, among other matters, Romana finally met his gaze again.

"Just one trip."

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The glee on his face was undeniable. He couldn't contain the wild grin or the sudden bounce he may have possibly made in his seat.

"Right, no, just one! That's fine! Just one. Wouldn't try to cause an issue or disrupt anything. Promise."

The back of his mind reminded him of what a bad idea this was. He traveled alone for a reason. He never met up with anyone of his own kind for a reason. And what if he said something to give Romana an inkling of the Time War?

Nah, he'd just be really careful. Besides, it would be fun!

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

He may have a few good centuries over her age, but it never did stop her from wondering just how much a child he really could be. From pouting about forgetting his age to this it was enough for her to laugh if only a little.

"You cause them without even trying!" Which she was absolutely prepared to defend her said statement with a number of examples. The trip to Ribos alone was enough to satisfy her side of the debate, should it come to be.

Empty cup in hand she tilted it a fraction before setting aside, reaching for the teapot to pour herself a second.

"Should I ask where we would go? Or are you going to surprise me?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"I do not!" He replied, indignantly. He tugged on his earlobe as she poured herself another cup of tea.

Where to go? Well, if they were going to go dancing, there were a lot of options, each one depended on how extravagant he wanted the experience to be.

"You'll see," he decided, showing off his near-perfected mysterious smile.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Replying with a simple, "Yes, you do," she set the teapot down after a moment and took up the cup. With a little matter-of-fact air to it, that only she seemed to be able to manage, she sipped.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, she didn't.

She did!

He twitched his nose and leaned forward.

"Do not."

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Over the cup she grinned.

She held the cup in her right hand, fingertips gripping the rim as she leaned forward too, folding her arms over her lap.

"Do too."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Now she was just being difficult! A smirk touched the edge of his lips, but he did his very best to keep it down.

"Do not."

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

One could wonder just how she managed to remember these things.

Resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she drawled, "You walked right into the tachyon regeneration generator on Argolis and ended up strolling out as an old man when it malfunctioned."

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"It was a malfunction! Hardly my fault!" the Doctor scoffed. "Besides, it all turned out all right in the end. And you! You took Princess Astra's form! I, at least, just let nature choose at random! You had to get all...vain!"

Not that he didn't base his seventh self a little bit on the twelfth king of Sararoria. Just a bit.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but still these things still happen even without you meaning to do so to begin with."

With a gentle swirl she twirled the contents of her drink just a bit before continuing seeing as it was her turn to defend herself.

"it was not a matter of being vain at all - I simply thought that it looked good on her and that it would be a comfortable regeneration to take up. And really now, it isn't that bad of a choice. Certainly you don't have any complaints about my appearance, now do you?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"See..." he pointed at her. "That is a question I can't possibly win with! If I say 'yes', then I've lost because I've lost my argument! If I say 'no', well, then you're going to be insulted and go back into your Presidential TARDIS and we won't be able to go on holiday together."

He made his best pout face.

It wasn't really that good. But he was trying!

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

The Lady President merely smiled when she drew back to lean back in her chair. "Or I could change the subject by simply pointing out the fact that even after all those years, pouting like that has not once done anything to help you in your favor in any argument."

One leg crossed over the other again and her cheek pressed against the back of her hand.

"If anything it just proves that you're still something of a child."

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"I am at least five hundred years older than you, Romana," the Doctor replied, tartly. "Hardly a child."

Physically, at least.

Though he did so love sparring with her like this. Even though she regularly beat him at their quarrels, it was wonderful to have someone to quarrel with. An intellectual equal. And, Romana, besides. He always remembered traveling with her as being some of the best times of his lives.

"Pouting looks good on me, at any rate."

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"By a standard of years, perhaps. But behavior wise? That is a completely different comparison structure."

It was utterly refreshing out here. No signs of pompous leaders around, no constant interruptions from various world representatives demanding her time. It was all waiting for her back on Gallifrey but at least for now, for a little while, she was just another person enjoying the company of another.

With a laugh she looked up at the stars again. "It makes you look childish."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Which as you've said earlier is how I act, so I suppose it just shows that I try my best to look honest," he replied, grinning.

It felt like he won that. Though, really, he probably didn't. All the same.

He tilted his head to the side and studied his companion. "How long has it been since you've danced, Romana?"

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

The last time she had danced? That was something that took some thought.

"It's been so long," Romana answered softly, "That I seem to have forgotten entirely." The present was so content with distracting and drowning her that she could not reflect on the past.