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Connor's in the bar. Having coffee and food-stuff.

He's sitting at the bar, periodically looking around to see who's there.

~~and his mun is sooooo bored and probably gonna get in all kinds of trouble for being on the 'net while at work, but blah~~

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"I was nearly burned alived... yes, burned and kicked out of my clan. Been arrested and jailed more times than I can count. Almost had my head chopped off during the French Revolution. If we're comparing notes." He grins and sips his coffee.

Romana blinks and then grins. Interesting. So this fellow is either omeone who has lived a ridiculously long time or has some sort of time machine of his own.

"Well, I've never been burned or kicked out of a clan, but I have almost had my head chopped off during the French Revolution." And she didn't even get a T-shirt.

"I was a Queen for a week or so. Possessed by various demons and minor gods. Helped build a pyramid, but I didn't enjoy it very much."

She shrugs. "I died once but I'm not anxious to do that again."

He's a smidge on the 'old' side.

He grins at the head chopping bit - he'll get her a T-shirt, if she asks. "I think that's an experience no one else should have to have. Especially as a friend of mine had his head removed in my place."

"Damn. I knew I missed something. I never got to be Queen. Though, I got to meet Queen. The band." Another grin. This is actually fun, mostly he can only do this with Darius and Kronos - and Kronos snarks too much.

"I've died more than once. It sucks - a lot."

"Oh dear. I'm sorry about your friend." She would love a T-shirt. She wonders how many what-have-yous (immortals, time lords, etc.) have survived the French Revolution. There ought to be a club, really.

She grins. "Well, you could always try being a Queen now. There's endless amounts of possibilities. Sadly I've never met the band."

"I certainly hope I don't die again anytime soon. I have a good number of regenerations, but I'd like not to go through them quickly. Though I have noticed that on average male Gallifreyans go through their lives quicker than females. Been meaning to conduct a survey."

"Thanks." Really - she should suggest the T-shirt thing - he'll have Nick model it.

"Oh, I don't think I'd make a very good Queen." And he shoves any and all images of him dressed as one completely out of his head.

"Dying's never fun. You should try that survey. Results might be interesting."

Oh fine she will. "You'd think with all the people surviving the French Revolution with their heads in tact that someone would try to profit from it. With T-shirts, hats and coffee mugs."

"Have you ever been a King?"

"I'll let you know what they indicate if you like." She hopes the Doctor and the Master's regenerations don't mess up the results.

He laughs. "Yeah, T-shirts. And I know just the model."

He sips his coffee. "King? Nah. Never been much for royalty really. I was a ship captain once in Her Majesty's Royal Navy, though."

And a nod. "That'd be interesting. To clear up any confusion, I'm immortal. I'm about 481 years old."

She giggles. "Do you?"

"Now I do envy you. I bet that was great fun." Not to mention all the men in uniform. Heh. She imagines he appreciated that considerably less than she would have.

"I see. I imagined that was the case." Not that she would have minded another Time Lord. She decides to be honest about her age. "I'm only a little over 200."

"Oh yes. And I thik I know a guy who'd make the shirts too. I'll see what I can dig up on my next trip home."

"I like the sea. Quite a bit. And don't give up. You might get your chance still." He smiles.

"200, huh? Not bad." Hey, it's better than the cliche 'you don't look a day over...' line; and he's not cliche.

"I'll definitely wear one if you come back with some."

"True enough. Maybe I'll try to visit one next time I go travelling. Hm. What was the name of your ship?"

"I wouldn't mind being a little bit older."

Another grin. He's gonna get the shirts.

"The ship was the HMS Rosemary." ~~why, yes, mun did just recall that from memory, why do you ask?~~

"Older isn't necessarily better. But, it doesn't suck either." He grins again and tosses back the rest of his coffee. "Name's Connor, by the way." And extends a hand to her.

Huzzah.

"Aw." ~~Mun won't convince Romana to say "Were you going to Scarborough Faire?"~~

She eagerly shakes his hand. "Very nice to meet you, Connor. I'm Romana."

"So, Romana, aside from skiping around in time, what do you do?"

Romana smiles. "There are other things to do besides skip around in time?"

"Hm. I suppose I read and try to make friends. I'm not sure I do anything of great interest when I'm not exploring."

"Everyone's got a hobby or two." He shrugs.

"So, what do you do when you're skipping around in time, then?"

"Well, I do knit on the rare occasion. Hats mostly."

"Hm. Correcting small glitches here and there. Helping people. Learning everything I can learn since I'll never be able to learn everything. I like the infinite possibilities time travel provides."

"It's nothing too extraordinary but it's worth it just the same to help people find their way."

"Sounds noble."

He gets an idea. "You should knit one of those hats for a different friend of mine. She'll kill me, but it'll be fun." And a sly grin passes over his face.

She offers a small smile. "One does what one can."

Romana raises an eyebrow and looks amused. "Oh? What sort of hat?"

"Oh, I don't know. Surprise me. While you're at it, make two. Matching." He rests his chin in his hand a moment. "Three would be better. I'll pay you. Or trade. Something from my world. It'll be good."

Twisted ideas in the back of his immortal brain.

"Very well. That shouldn't take me too terribly long. Any particular color combinations?"

Ah, bored immortals. It's never pretty.

He shakes his head. "Nah, but the more outlandish, the better. I'll even let you watch when I hand 'em out."

Yes - never let immortals get too terribly bored. Even the good ones have evil thoughts.

Far be it for Romana to deny Connor some harmless fun. "I shall do my best." She'll just make hats that would match the Doctor's scarves.

Also true of Time Lords.

"Thank you. And, like I said, if there's anything you think you might want from 1999 New York, let me know."

He takes a peek at the time. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go relocate my... girlfriend." And he's never called Faith that before. "It has been an absolute pleasure talking to you. You can leave notes with the bar, if you need to get in touch with me. I don't seem to leave all that much anymore." He grins and dashes off to find Faith.

[ooc: and mun runs away to sleep. oooh - fun! plus - HATS! *g*]

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