romanadvoratrelundar, oh romana will do just fine. (ex_romanadvo171) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2012-12-01 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, doctor - metacrisis, romana ii |
Thread: Romana II & Metacrisis Doctor
Who: Romana II & Metacrisis Doctor
When: December 1, evening, approximately 10 minutes after this
Where: Romana's room (Room 712 in Potts Tower)
What: The Doctor drops the bomb and tells Romana why exactly people keep saying all the Time Lords are gone, as per her demands. Be careful what you wish for. :(
Rating: A for Angst
Romana was not terribly hung up on this drastic turn of events; in light of the sudden hop into E-Space just earlier that day, another dimension hop felt like more of the same. She was a bit disappointed at the lack of K-9 and a TARDIS to travel about (being stranded was infinitely more vexing than the dislocation), but at least this place had some form of the Doctor. If anyone could get them out of this, it was the Doctor, and if he couldn't...well...at least there were worse places to be trapped, even if it was no Gallifrey. Alzarius would have been worse. Meeting some of the Doctor's human companions had been strange, even if the exchanges were over the computer network rather than in person. Comprehending the decision to travel around with humans all the time was a bit difficult for Romana to wrap her mind around -- out of the humans she'd met in their travels together, none had struck her as particularly remarkable -- but daft as the Doctor could be sometimes, she supposed there must be some reason he brought humans along, other than to stroke his intellectual ego. Probably. They'd been likeable, at least, and proved a new curiosity to explore. Regardless of the Doctor's reasons for bringing along human companions, at least some of those companions did seem to be convinced that the Time Lords were 'gone'. As much as she wanted to believe there was an easy and possibly amusing explanation for that wording, her brief exchange with the Doctor himself had done little to reassure her that he was just being eccentric, mysterious, stubbornly rebellious against his home planet, like always. There was no dry humor in the exchange, not even a casual dismissal. It could just be that this new regeneration really was being overly melodramatic, but something felt wrong about it. Now, he was on his way to her room, would be here in mere minutes, and as pleased as she was to see this new future regeneration of a man who had become very important to her in the past few decades of her life, there was a slight anxiety brewing in the pit of her stomach. Reason had whittled away her hopes for a pleasant explanation, but she was going to keep a cool head about this. Mental balance. It was probably bad, maybe even really bad, but the Time Lords had spanned all of existence -- permanently gone seemed a bit much. They weren't just any old race, ripe for extinction...and the Doctor was still alive. The more she told herself that, the more it started to feel like a mantra. |