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: (R u srs?)
I suppose the only thing that can be said for this particular outfit is that it covers up everything important. [Pen taps.] And that it would most likely make wonderful compost. I am not at all certain how it is staying together, actually.

[Another pen tap, then she decides that's all she wanted to say.]

-Fred

[[ooc: She's currently dressed like Poison Ivy. The outfit is staying on with Sphere magic, I guess.]]
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: (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: (Dear Sphere: Plz stfu and diaf. Ta; Fred)
[The writing is small, and very delicate, in modified all caps.]

DOES ANYONE HAPPEN TO KNOW IF THE BAZAAR CARRIES DOLL'S CLOTHING? MY NORMAL ATTIRE HARDLY SUITS MY CURRENT STATURE.

-
FRED

[[ooc: replies will be made after I get back from work!]]
burnt_orangesky: (We are not amused)
Whomever has been following me intermittently the past few days, your comments are irritating, highly distracting, and entirely unwarranted.

[Pen taps.] And do please stop rating my [pause] performance in the shower.
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: (Your logic makes no sense)
My garb appears to be composed entirely of raw meat.

[Pen taps]

I certainly hope this does not last very long. Aside from the fact that it will very soon start to smell rather horrible, I can well imagine animals will be following me about the Sphere for as long as I am forced to wear it. Aven certainly likes doing so.

That aside, did anyone else become plastered with bits of sticky paper that have 'Hi! My name is' along with varied [pause] occasionally quite rude name suggestions today?

-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: (Wait what?)



Sorry, the creatures got into my ink

Incidentally--00, Composer, do you two mind having another pet or three about the place? It would probably be only for a day or two.

[ADDED SOMETIME LATER because she just remembered it when one of the adipose babies tried to nom on it--] Ah, I don't suppose anyone is missing a clock? Pink, with 'Hello Kitty' written across the top of the time-display bit.

-Fred

[[ooc: These are the creatures Fred found under her bed. Also, let's pretend I'm good at doing paint things, and that inkblot over the footprints is actually pretty.]]
burnt_orangesky: (Bodyswap - 9 excuse me?)
To anyone who remembers Storm, I am not he. Why this place saw fit to place me in his body, I shall never know.

...however, I do rather like the jacket.

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (I'll be in my bunk)
[This entry appears late morning. The writing is shaky and somewhat less bold than usual, as though she isn't pressing her pen into the page very firmly.]

Bridge, I am afraid I do not feel very well at all; I shall be absent from the Yard today and perhaps a few more days as well. I am not entirely sure at this time.

Youth, my apologies for not showing up at our training session this morning; I shall have to make it up later, I suppose.

Bastet, as things stand I will be unable to collect from the current Wilderness, sorry for giving you such short notice.

[Pause] Genius, would you mind stopping by at some point today?

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (That... doesn't seem quite right...)
It would seem the strange outfits have returned once more--or I should hope so, as I do not normally wear such outrageous makeup. I most certainly do not apply makeup in my sleep, nor do I normally get dressed in my sleep, nevermind that I would not wear such a strange outfit in any case.

The coat is a rather nice colour, though the pants are a bit [Pen taps] though the swans are a bit much.

-Fred

[That strikeout is scribbled out heavily right away, because really... the pants are kind of. Um. Nonexistent. Because Fred is dressed as this guy. XD]
burnt_orangesky: (We are not amused)
Whomever tied my shoelaces into a knot this morning, it was not appreciated. Kindly do not enter my room without permission again.

[Pen taps]

Rogue, are you about?

[Slight pause]

Is everyone else [very small pause] alright?

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Don't push your luck)
Displays from so many different Earth countries--this is an odd place. It is certainly interesting enough, though the giant [pause, a few taps] golf ball adorning one of the buildings is a bit much.

If anyone happens to spot a small black and brown dog running about, his name is Aven. I would appreciate his safe return; he managed to get loose from his collar while in China.

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (What does *this* button do?)
How very unusual.

Innovator, the packing is taking longer than I anticipated; please do not think I have forgotten your offer. My new [pen taps] 'pet' keeps distracting me.

If anyone happens to see a large Womprat trailing after me, please do not attempt to scare it away. It seems oddly [pen tap, pen tap] friendly, and quite fond of my company.

-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.

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