WHO: Romana and the Master WHAT: Not a date, totally not a date. That would be wrong. WHERE: The resturant he mentioned WHEN: Early Evening. 12th Feb RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
Romana was more than a little nervous. It wasn't that it was dinner, it wasn't even the socialising really. It was everything else. Had she really just agreed to go for a meal out with the Master. She knew how it looked, she wasn't stupid, of course she knew that. But she was more than aware that he'd been different lately, charming even. And somehow...she just got the sense that maybe his problems had changed him. Possibly humbled him. So she'd go, and she'd help him readjust to this strange world, falling as it was to the end of its days. They'd help the humans prevent it. They'd do all they could, and from there, hopefully something better would come of this place. Or maybe...
It was possible people would start to go home. Not that Romana wanted to, home was death or forgetting who she was at best. She didn't want that. She'd grown to care about this place and the people here. And so she hoped that if they won they'd get to choose. Maybe some would prefer to stay, to help. She understood the ones that didn't of course but if she had any say then she would stay right where she was, teaching the young ones, Somewhere she finally felt she belonged, she had Leela here, she had friends, and she had a chance to help the Master, become something other than the meglomaniac she knew. She had dressed in a flowing maxi dress in a pretty floral design and tied her hair back. Not that she was planning to impress him, she just quite liked the outfit, and one dressed for dinner did they not. It was the done thing as far as she was concerned and she was more than happy to comply with the rule. She never got to be fancy here. They'd meet, they'd have food and they'd talk. That was all they needed to do, that was all she was expected to do.
And maybe it would actually be fun. Maybe it would be something good in the midst of so much sadness.