[Oh! That's quite pretty. He gives her a pleasant smile, stopping with his ornate robes and inclining his head towards her. The most he can do, given that he has one of those enormous collars.]
[All these humans around, T'Pol hates the smell clinging to the walls, but it's better out on the deck. The smell isn't as pervasive. And the view is...well, she won't admit it to anyone, but she's never seen anything like this on a Vulcan ship.]
[He steps out onto the deck and- OH! Oh, that's the source of the psychic disturbance.
There's many of his kind still out in the Gallifreyan wilds, people who hold to the old ideals even after the revolution. That's what she reminds him of. A dangerous sort.
But one, he found, frequently in loathe with frustration. And one that could still be reasoned with in a pinch. He folds his hands in front of him and goes over to join her.]
[It's always a toss up whether she'll hear someone first or feel them. Either way, she turns before he comes too close, studying him. She reaches out with her mind, accustomed to learning what she wants, when she wants.]
[He throws up his psychic barriers as soon as the intrusion starts.]
I apologize madam, but it's really more polite to ask before you pry. We usually only share with those we're closest to. But do you mind if I enjoy the view with you for a bit?
[There's also a Rassilon in the halls. a Rassilon who's already met his future father-in-law and really didn't expect to see his advisor here, too. Especially not the suicidal one. ...Pazithi Gallifreya, Admiral, what is wrong with you today.] You!
[That advisor is taken aback by the sudden accusation (though he is pretty sure he is himself, he simply doesn't have a clue who this stranger is). Maybe he's not a complete stranger. There is something strange about him. Not so much like that curly headed fellow they met earlier, but in a different way.]
I was me last time I checked, but I haven't a clue who you are.
[Are those presidential robes? Is that-
Is that-
No! He just saw Rassilon?! When has this place put him? What regeneration is this?!]
[Oh, wonderful, now the fool can't even recognize him. Rassilon is not amused. At all.] I am your Lord President. Rassilon, if you have already forgotten. [What? No, he doesn't care about looking completely different. His advisor should know him despite that.]
I've not forgotten. I simply didn't expect you to have ah...
shaved.
[Flatly. He tucks his hands behind his back as he regards Rassilon.] You have just passed an amendment on non-interference. I should inform you so you won't disturb any timelines. [It's actually not too long before he does throw himself into the looms, for him.]
[Because of the nice half-naked lady with the horns? She's very charming, he's found.
He doesn't recognize Peylix, but he gives him a quaint smile as he passes anyway. He can at least recognize him as another Gallifreyan.] Misplaced too, I see.
You're... well, you either live outside of one of the domes or you're... It doesn't matter. Do you need any help? [He'll just come over in his frumpy Time Lord robes. Which are always in the way but he'll proudly wear them anyway.] How much have you seen already? I must say this ship is quite remarkable.
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No, probably not, my boy. But there's been a sizable psychic disturbance that's piqued my curiosity.
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[He has to hike up his robes like skirts to head over to the Doctor.]
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Flowers grow through the carpet behind where she steps.]
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Quite a gift you have there, madam.
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[She gestures broadly with a slender arm.]
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Though... I see a considerable amount of you. Such an ability is not to go unappreciated.
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There's many of his kind still out in the Gallifreyan wilds, people who hold to the old ideals even after the revolution. That's what she reminds him of. A dangerous sort.
But one, he found, frequently in loathe with frustration. And one that could still be reasoned with in a pinch. He folds his hands in front of him and goes over to join her.]
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I apologize madam, but it's really more polite to ask before you pry. We usually only share with those we're closest to. But do you mind if I enjoy the view with you for a bit?
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I was me last time I checked, but I haven't a clue who you are.
[Are those presidential robes? Is that-
Is that-
No! He just saw Rassilon?! When has this place put him? What regeneration is this?!]
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I've not forgotten. I simply didn't expect you to have ah...
shaved.
[Flatly. He tucks his hands behind his back as he regards Rassilon.] You have just passed an amendment on non-interference. I should inform you so you won't disturb any timelines. [It's actually not too long before he does throw himself into the looms, for him.]
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He doesn't recognize Peylix, but he gives him a quaint smile as he passes anyway. He can at least recognize him as another Gallifreyan.] Misplaced too, I see.
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