Oh, very funny.

[mid_lives_crisis]

Mid Lives Crisis? Mid Lives Crisis? Oh, you're a funny one, aren't you?

[A harumph]

Well, at least you've let me out for a romp as you you so delightfully put it. Oh, yes, you're watching the Boneyard are you? How wonderful - and yes, that is in fact sarcasm. In case your pea-brain failed to notice it!

Oh come along then. Send me out there, on an adventure! Where's Evelyn? Charlie? Peri? Frobisher? [A pause] Mel?

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[romana2]

[Romana is just going to be standing here in the corner giggling without stopping. This is the most amusement she's had in some time.]

Ask and ye shall receive.

[charleypollard]

You get into enough trouble, Doctor. Do you really have to tempt fate? [There's something shining in her eyes even though her face is deadpan. Something that could be amusement.]

[mid_lives_crisis]

[He looks over, crossing his arms]

Oh yes, of course you would find it hilarious. Go ahead, laugh at my discomfort.

[He's happy to see you. Really he is. He'll get to that when he's done feeling put-upon.]

You are already awesome because CHARLEY POLLARD.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[An elaborate, theatrical sigh]

Oh, I suppose you're right. It's my lot in life, really.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Well, it would explain the coat.

NO ONE KNOWS WHO SHE IS. You're the one who's awesome.

[charleypollard]

You sound like it's a burden. You don't have to fool me. You love it and wouldn't have it any other way.

Did you know Baker's B-Day was yesterday? 70! O_o

[romana2]

[She tries - though not very hard - to school her features into something more... becoming of a president of Gallifrey.]

Doctor, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the rather perfectly selected name you are displaying.

[And she's giggling again - that didn't last long, sorry.]

But HOW? She is easily in my top three favourite companions.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[Frankly, he's relieved it's you. It could have been Mel. With the exercise.]

Well...[He waves it away, as if being cornered by logic just hadn't happened]

I...suppose you could say there's a certain thrill to it all.

Because those people haven't seen Big Finish

[charleypollard]

[Instead it's the girl who will know you in the future and the one you will forget. But only after she 'dies'.] Now you're being modest. I've never known you to be modest.

I did not!

[mid_lives_crisis]

[He harumphs, crossing his arms]

Hierarchy is supposed to be dignifying you know. You're supposed to be all high and mighty, chin and nose in the air.

[And by the way a smile cracks through, good heavens is he pleased that you are not at all like a traditional President of Gallifrey.]

It is good to see you, Romana.

Pfft. Because they are missing out on some of the bestest Who ever.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[Because heaven knows things flow naturally around Charlotte Pollard]

[And it is called 'false modesty'. He has it sometimes.]

I am the very acme of humility, Miss Pollard, as you should well know! A paragon, in fact.

I follow him on twitter. He posted pix of his cake XD

[romana2]

[Romana sighs heavily. There are some days she actually doesn't like being president.]

Well if I must, I must.

[She brings herself into "full presidential mode." But it only lasts until the Doctor's fondness can be heard.]

I would say it's always good to see you, Doctor... but then I'd be lying.

[Don't misunderstand her. It's just that the Doctor's presence for some reason always means something bad is going to happen. And the last time she saw this incarnation, he was going by the title "Lord Burner."]

[incongruent]

[ EYEBROWS: UP. She saw that pause, bro, she totally saw it. ]

You might be surprised what turns up in here, Doctor.

Aww yay :D

[mid_lives_crisis]

[That is why he made a run for it at first opportunity.]

Oh, I promise I'm not here to rain on the Time Lord's parade! Merely passing through. Perhaps...a cup of tea, with an old friend?

Holy crap a *MEL*! :D

[mid_lives_crisis]

[Oh dear. He can full well tell that she caught that, too. Cover and retreat, cover and retreat.]

Oh, I'm sure I would. A most curious place, don't you think? I've seen the oddest things since I arrived. Why, I could swear I saw a giant rabbit on the way here. He called me 'Doc!'

Exactly. Although I hate to say, I kind of liked Charley and Eight more. And Six with Evelyn.

[charleypollard]

If you say so. [She clearly does not believe him. But she's used to dealing with large egos and ignoring them completely. Especially when this is not the Doctor she's had feelings for.]

Did you have a specific adventure in mind or were you just complaining?

[romana2]

[Well, that she can't pass up.]

I always have time for tea with you, Doctor. Don't suppose you could whisk me away from here for a few hours?

[If they stay on Gallifrey, it's unlikely that the tea will be uninterrupted. Besides, he had spoilt her on Earth's tea.]

I'm with you entirely on both of those. Good heavens, the Charley/Eight arc.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[The curse of his lives, really. People not listening to his obvious wisdom.]

Oh, just complaining to the universe at large, I suppose. It appears I am between adventures at the moment. I'm sure that will rectify itself soon enough.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[An impish smile appears]

Oh, I believe I can oblige. You know, I've discovered the most delightful little tea shop in Edinburgh. Run by a Sikh couple - the most fantastic blends from India...but with comfy British armchairs and the most delightful crumpets.

Right, come along then, Lady President, the TARDIS is just this way.

[romana2]

[She smirks and follows.]

Can I just be Romana... for this trip?

[There are times being President is Tedious. (Which is most of the time these days.)]

*Sob* Don't remind me. My heart will break all over again.

[charleypollard]

Well, then, you'd best get on that. [She raises an eyebrow at him as if she expects him to pull an adventure out of thin air. This is probably because on many occasions he does.]

You could take me on holiday.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[He holds up both hands for a moment]

My old friend, your wish is my command. Spelled F-R-E-D, isn't it? I seem to recall that much.

[Oh, he recalls *everything*, and his look says just that as he leads her towards the TARDIS.]

[romana2]

[She can't help but tease him back.]

I don't seem to recall you being quite so accommodating before.

[But there's mirth in her tone and a small smile that she offers.]

I think she's going to be in the BF 50th anniversary, though. I am flailing and happily ordering.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[Well, he was going to see about finally intervening in the Fifth Askaroc'tia War - he's there in the history books - but yours is a better idea]

A holiday, you say? Well. There's an idea.

[He taps his chin thoughtfully, strolling towards the TARDIS. Oh do follow, Miss Pollard.]

Perhaps the South of France. Let you see what beach fashion in the 1970s gets up to. Or perhaps the coast of Florida before the dawn of human civilization. Very peaceful, though mind the giant sharks off-shore. The inland Cretaceous seashore is lovely, though the carnosaurs are a bit of a bother...

[He'll be going for a while.]

[mid_lives_crisis]

Oh, I've come a long way since then. Many improvements.

[And an ego the size of the Queen Mary, while he's at it. He opens the TARDIS, stepping aside for her to enter first.]

I'm sure the old girl's happy to have you aboard again.