burnt_orangesky: (Lady President)
In the spirit of full disclosure which seems to have overtaken us all, my full name is Romanadvoratrelundar, Romana for short. I hail from a world known as Gallifrey; my people are known as the Time Lords.

While I cannot stay here, I am not entirely certain where I should go. [Small pause.] Due to circumstances I am afraid I cannot divulge, going back to my homeworld is not currently an option. It may never be.

I shall have to think about it.

To those who have been my friends in the two years I have made my home here: thank you. I cannot express how much your friendship has meant to me, and continues to mean to me. And I can promise you this: no matter where you choose to go, back to your homes or staying here, I will be able to visit you. My people are able to cross time, space, and dimensions, with the help of technology we have invented. So we needn't loose touch, no matter what else happens.

-Romana
burnt_orangesky: (Your logic makes no sense)
[[This shows up in the morning. The page is wrinkled, has splotches of ink here and there, and the handwriting itself is messy.]]

Pardon the handwriting, this is Fred.

I am afraid it may be beyoun beyond my current ability to work in the yard, for as long as I am in this ridiulous get-up.

My apologies I will come back to work as soon as possible.


[[ooc: She's stuck in this outfit for 6 days. Lmao.]]
burnt_orangesky: (Fred sees what you did there)
[The writing is a touch messy and hastily done--someone's kind of annoyed.]

That man was most unpleasant. Whoever it is who is in charge of the journalmakers needs to have a talk with this fellow--he absolutely refused-- [Inksplatter where she pressed the pen into the page too hard, followed by a pause while she finds a new pen.] to answer any of my questions!

[A slight pause and then the writing resumes, more composedly now.]

I do hope I was not gone too terribly long. Is everyone alright?

I seem to have a number of small luminescent insects following me about, perhaps fifteen of them. They're actually quite pretty; if this is the latest thing the Tree is doing, at least it is interesting and not too terribly dangerous.

[Another slight pause.]

Key, I should like to speak with you at some point soon. I saw something [Pentap.]

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Neutral)
The bloody lift has malfunctioned yet again. 00, Composer--do not expect me home for dinner. Aven is with me, so you need not concern yourselves with his whereabouts.

[Pause, pen taps.]

Key, do try not to get into too much trouble, won't you? And good luck against the ants, everyone. I will see you all later, whenever this blasted machine lets me ou~~ [A jagged slash of ink as the lift shakes her out and she drops the journal.]

[[Anyone is welcome to find it on the elevator floor.]]
burnt_orangesky: (Writing in the journal)
[[ooc: Backdated to the evening of 5/24, because I fail.]]

[A pen tap or so before she starts writing.]


If I might have a moment of your time. I have been told that my name is Fred, and [pause] a great many other things. Guy, Bell, and Spring have been most helpful in that respect.

However, I would greatly appreciate it if you would be so kind as to tell me via this medium if you happen to know me. That is all.

[A tiny hesitation.]

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (That... doesn't seem quite right...)
[This appears in the late afternoon.

There is a splash of something that looks suspiciously like tea or weak coffee.]


Castle, Genius is over here right now. Something seems wrong with him; I think he may be [pause, pen taps] ill.

Did you notice anything strange about him this morning?

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (What does *this* button do?)
[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]
burnt_orangesky: (Neutral)
Has anyone seen Youth about? He was not there at the usual time to go running with me this morning.

Youth, if you see this, kindly respond.

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Listen to the sounds of silence)
I suppose it is [pen taps] somewhat appropriate that my birthday be marked by a resurgence in these troublesome things; I did manage to evade being struck by rubber balls today, though it was a near thing once or twice.

Thank you for the cake, Composer, it was quite good.

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Shadows and Light)
That [pause] could not have been merely a dream. I refuse to believe it was--that all those people, and that city, were just a part of something I dreamed up.

My true name--or part of it at least, it seems [pause] somewhat incomplete--is Romana. [Pause, pen taps] I will still answer to 'Fred,' if people feel more comfortable calling me by that name.

I see Juliet is alright. Innovator, are you also [pen taps] well?

-Romana/Fred



[Written a few minutes later, after flipping back through her journal a bit]

Boss. If you come anywhere near me, I may have to hurt you.
burnt_orangesky: (Blank)
It seems a few days have passed since I was last [pause] here. Has anything especially noteworthy happened?

[Pen taps. Several words are started and scribbled out quickly.]

I see the dreams have returned again.

-Fred

[Added a few minutes later]
Rogue, are you... alright?

[ooc: Fred was reborn earlier today, but hasn't written in her journal until now. If any of her roommates/Spamily wanted to be waiting outside the Hall for her, idk, just say so in your comment or something.]
burnt_orangesky: (Art is more interesting)
[The handwriting is crabbed and a bit spiky, but still perfectly legible--though that could be because Fred is making an effort to write somewhat slowly. Doctor handwriting, lol.]

My apologies for startling you this morning, Pinky.

At least I can still go to work in this new body [pause for self pings], and being taller is certainly nice [pen taps] though I can honestly say I had never thought my name would ever truly match my gender.

I would like to apologize in advance, in case anyone is struck colourblind as a result of catching a glimpse of the coat I am wearing.

-Fred

[ooc: Fred is now in the body of the 6th Doctor. Replies to any comments will be made with [livejournal.com profile] lucky_cat_pin

Edit: To hear what 'she' now sounds like, go here! Because funny songs are always appropriate.]
burnt_orangesky: (Babby Fred <3)
[The writing is almost a caricature of her normal penmanship; the loops are too big, the angles aren't sharp enough, the overall effect is... interesting.]

I see I am not the only one to have woken up little. Everything is so much bigger, suddenly; I need a chair to reach the kitchen counter. I think I need new clothes, too.

Since I rather think the new length of my legs will make running away difficult, perhaps I should not go to work until I am big again [pen taps] unless someone wants to go with me?

Otherwise I might explore the Wilderness instead. I will need someone to come with me for that, too.

-Fred

[Added a little later.] 00, Pinky, Innovator--I am over at Genius' and Derrick's house. Sorry I didn't say earlier; I have been here a few days.

[I'll be replying to any comments with [livejournal.com profile] prydonian_child. Fred is... I guess she looks in about the 8 - 10 range. Let's say 10.]

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