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[failedreintegration]

[He can't even really be angry about this, or affronted, or upset. On the one hand it registers as something of an insult. On the other it's just funny. Cute. Like watching a Barcelonan dog doing tricks.

It's kind of hard to be angry, or any of the other emotions he's feeling.]

Your friend was right, you do have a lot to read and a lot to learn about. And you will.

Because I have a standard that I have to live up to. Rules and regulations that I will not allow to fall by the wayside.

[And then, in a whisper] Besides if you want to enact any of those plans...you'd need to right?

[It's not trust. It's hard to trust a savage human but he's trying.] ...So just apply yourself.

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[timesbureaucrat]

And what rules and regulations might these be, Torvald? You know there are sometimes ways to...shall we say judiciously bypass certain rules. When you have the right assistance. [Like CIA resources and a boss occasionally willing to lend a hand to his subordinates. Little things like covering up a murder.]

[failedreintegration]

I am of course always grateful for any assistance. [He is.] but a human attempting to understand the thought processes of a Time Lord...

[He shakes his head] It's going to be an adjustment. We have to conduct ourselves to a standard don't we Coordinator? [But honestly he can't be too put off by it. At least, he's trying not to be.]

[timesbureaucrat]

A human? Got yourself one of those muns have you?

Be careful, these human muns may be simple-minded but they're also savage and brutal. Don't underestimate them.

[failedreintegration]

I don't intend to. She actually thinks herself capable of manipulating me.

Of course they're savage coordinator. This whole system is...[He wants to say unusual. That's the right thing to say] Barbaric.

[timesbureaucrat]

They are aliens, what do you expect?

Take your eye off them for one nanospan and before you know it they'll be plotting horrors against you.

[notthedoctor]

Rules and regulations aren't everything, you know.

[A smile, a foreign face. It's been so long since then, but then again, that was the Doctor instead of his errant hand-turned-into-a-person]

That's not always living, no matter what you're told.

omg hi!

[failedreintegration]

For those of us with duties to fufill and a job to perform it is.

hi!

[notthedoctor]

[A quick grin, a Tennish headscratch goes with his small shrug. It isn't often he gets to talk to other Gallifreyans. Always a dicey thing that. Most are well aware that what he is should never be.]

If the job become the life, then it might not be all that worth living.

[or, you know, hurting Leela.]

:D

[failedreintegration]

[It's there, but he's more or less focused on how people are telling him that the boss he respects/hates has guilty secrets and the woman who apparently knows his wife.

And also that.]

Someone has to. To keep dangerous things from happening. [Emphasis on "things"]

[notthedoctor]

[It's hard for him to explain what he's thinking, what priorities Theta would place on these things compared to the Doctor. Especially with someone who is long dead and in retrospect missed so much as all his people are. Most of them. Half at least!]

Yes. Yes, I suppose they do.

[The Time Lord Victorious Theta is not.]

But do you want to look back, later on-

[But there really isn't a 'later on' for Andred, is there? Not with Pandora and Romana's blades waiting.]

-what if you missed out on something? Or many things?

[routemistress]

Torvald, is it? If you say so, chuck.

[what, Iris is a spoiler whore.]

Try an' remember everything you've been taught about relaxing and going with the flow, is my advice, pet. Our Narvin got it in one - don't underestimate 'em. But you don't need telling that, eh?

Oh, and be kind, you. You weren't always an obnoxious CIA arselicker; remember that an' you'll get on just fine.

[failedreintegration]

[Squint] I beg your p-

[There's a real sense of unease] I serve. Happily. [And he does. He looks so convicted for a moment as a matter of fact that it's painful. Then.]

And my name is Torvald, not chuck.

[routemistress]

Can I give you some advice, pet?

[She's going to whether you like it or not.]

Don't do what your boss says. Do as 'e does. 'E's a much better bloke than 'e's ever given 'imself credit for. You can tell 'im I said so if you like, but 'e won't be best pleased to 'ear it.

And good luck, you poor bugger; you're not 'alf going to need it.

[failedreintegration]

[This is completely contrary to a lot of what AndredTorvald he believes. Narvin is not a nice person. He is an annoying sneak. This is all his fault. Following him like a loyal individual has been one of the hardest experiences because half of the time he finds himself agreeing with things that he would never agree with.

So he is very quiet as he thinks about this and looks a little lost - a little lost and very confused]

I...

[Rendered speechless. Congratulations. And then he recovers.]

Of course he is a good leader. It's an honor to follow him.

[routemistress]

[Iris chuckles fondly; what is this, his second regeneration? He's hardly begun to grow into himself; he's adorable, and her hearts might break if she keeps talking to him much longer. Time for a subject change.]

I used to work for 'im meself, you know. In another timeline.

[One that she's breaking several laws of time by even being aware of, but Iris gives no fucks whatever for any laws but her own. Narvin knew it then and he'll know it now, whether he remembers London and 1972 or not.

Thinking of that unhappened timeline gives her an idea.]

...Look, call me if you ever need...

[A ride out of a fixed point in time? A change of the destiny he doesn't know about and wouldn't believe if she told him? Iris has no patience with destiny and tragedies bore her to tears. She blinks.]

...Anything at all. Got to run, lovey, but don't forget, eh? Whatever else you forget, 'old onto that.

[timespresident]

Torvald. Fancy meeting you here.

[failedreintegration]

Madam President. [smoothly] continuing an aggressive campaign of meddling are we?

[timespresident]

What you and Narvin call "meddling", Torvald, I call trying to do my job.

[failedreintegration]

At the expense of actually accomplishing anything. [that's such a Torvald answer, that Andred - for his part - looks pained.

And then he looks away and down.] Madam President.

[timespresident]

Yes, well, it's amazing what one can accomplish when one has so many ready and willing allies.

[collector]

[To Braxiatel, it is like dealing with a particularly dense but probably well-meaning puppy that you really want to see do something good with his life but who is just ingloriously likely to fail. Repeatedly.]

Is that really the tone you wish to set for this relationship, Torvald?

[If there is a brief moment of "Where are we in these timelines?" hesitation before Braxiatel uses a name, just ignore it.]

There is a saying about honey and flies. A little less aggression may go a long way.

[failedreintegration]

[You can't help but love them.

Andred for his part flinches. All of this today has been full of people knowing a lot more about his business then they should. It's a relief to slip into the more callous personality.]

Shall I explain about savages and proper places? It's a wonder any of you have any pride at all left.

[Exasperated] I have work I could be doing.

[collector]

[Oh, Andred. Andred. Braxiatel presses his lips together a moment, holding back oh so many comments.]

If you ever decide to make such a suggestion to Leela, please invite me. I can always do with a laugh.

[That is the nicest thing he wanted to say.]

I believe the nature of the multiverse is that you don't particularly need to worry about that.

[failedreintegration]

[PEOPLE KEEP MENTIONING HER. Keep doing it. Maybe if enough of you do it she'll appear and he'll stop suppressing worry. She's never far from Madam President and this is just painful.]

The president's bodyguard isn't here. I'd call that being derelict in her duties if she attempted a laugh. There's a reason we don't speak.

Multiverse. How are you adapting to that.

[collector]

[Yes. There is a reason. Braxiatel will just hold back more commentary.]

I don't find it an especially difficult situation to adapt to, but then, I would think you would also have little difficulty.

You are, after all, of a higher species. It shouldn't be beyond you in the slightest.