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Romana comes out what would appear to be a supply cupboard and looks for somewhere to sit. Yes, the Time ~~Lady~~ Lord is back. You all can rejoice now.

Or run away. Because chances are she's going to try and engage you in conversation.

[ooc: will respond but am at work so it could be slow or it could be quick. who knows? it's sort of a comment grab-bag.]

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*The pale young man dressed all in white raises his glass to her. Stark white hair slants over one of his bright green eyes.*

She wanders over to his table and smiles. "Hullo."

*He smiles, standing to tip his white hat to her.* Good evening.

*He holds out a pale hand.* Yrael.

Tips her hat to him in return. "Greetings."

Shakes his hand with great enthusiasm. "I'm Romanadvoratrelundar, but you can call me Romana or Fred."

A pleasure to meet you, Romanadvoratrelundar. *he grins* Romana.

*he gestures to his table, and sits again.* Please, join me. Are you new-come to our bar?

He said her name right. Brilliant. She's most impressed.

Romana sits down next to him. "Yes. This is my fourth day, I think. Maybe my fifth. Time works differently here." Oddly enough.

*his voice becomes sing-song for a moment.* Time here, all but means nothing, just shadows that move across the walls.

Well-come to our bar, Romana.

"Fascinating."

"Why thank you." She smiles. "I'm already quite fond of this establishment."

*Green catseyes turn on her.* Many here are fond of it. I, personally, have made it my home.

"I've been...well...nipping back to my ship every now and again but I've pretty much been here."

Maybe she should consider proper lodgings. But really it's so much more amusing if people think she lives in a supply cupboard.

*He leans forward, curious.* Your ship?

She nods. "It's called a TARDIS. That stands for Time And Relative Dimension (or Dimensions) In Space. Basically, it allows me to travel through time and space.

It's something all Gallifreyans have. We're known as Time Lords."

*Tim approaches with a smile and a nod of his head.*

Good morning!

Grins. "Salutations."

*Tim bob shis head, offers his hand.*

Sir Timothy Hunter.

Shakes his hand with gusto. "Romanadvoratrelundar. Or you can call me Romana. Or Fred."

*Tim sniffs. Then stares at her.*

You're a TimeLord!

She blinks then grins.

"How'd you know?"

*He wrinkles his nose.*

Y'all have a very definite smell to you. Not quite magic, but pretty darn close.

Brightly. "I hope it's not a foul stench."

*He shakes his head.*

Naw, i think it's just time travel.

"Can you describe the smell?"

She can't help asking. She's curious like that.

It's a kind of....

*Tim tries to describe*

A... smell of being here and there and back then, all at the same time.

A beautiful lady approaches, dressed in jeans and a nice, v-neck t-shirt.

"Good Morning, Ma'am. How are you today?"

Romana can't get over the novelty of being called ma'am.

"Hullo. I'm quite well actually. And yourself?"

(ooc--Grar! Once again, we just missed each other!)

((ooc: grr argh. : / ))

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