#gallifrey faces its darkest queue...again

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"Oh! Romana! I hardly recognized you!"

“Well, it's a new body, you see...”

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overwxrked asked:

"Romana- Trey! Merry Christmas!" Clara eagerly hands Trey a wrapped box, panting as if she had been searching for the Time Lady for quite a while.

“I...Erm...Thank you! I'd forgotten about Christmas,  despite my earlier excitement.” She replied, reluctantly taking the box.

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The former president was quite surprised to hear what was unmistakably the sound of someone crying coming from the Matrix Storage room. If she had decided to come in - as she was still allowed to, for now - she would have been perhaps even more surprised at the sight of the source of the noise. Sitting on the floor there was Milly, looking inconsolable and defeated. "I am sorry" she would have said seeing Trey. "Your past. They've taken away your past... I've tried to save what I could, but... "

((proof that tumblr user arkytiorforemancampbell is an actual god))

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Getting used to her new body, Romana stands in front of a mirror. She stares at herself in disbelief, finding her new incarnation odd, peculiar, new. Romana knew she would get used to her new body, but she still couldn't look at herself without being reminded of the Lady Trey. She could only see herself as the alias the Matrix projection of her future self used. The projection who hid her presumably bloodstained hands with perky smiles and cuddles.

She no longer sees herself as the President Romanadvoratrelundar, no, she saw the Lady Trey. .....Perhaps she actually could go by that name, Trey did sound just a tad nicer than 'Romanadvoratrelundar', and she was growing terribly bored of 'Romana'.

"Yes," She finally says aloud, still looking into the mirror "I think Lady Trey will do just nicely."

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There's another note left at your desk, written in the same handwriting and red ink as the one concerning the banning of the mind probe. "Is there a way to block out one's own sight? One's own future?" On the yellowed paper, it's possible to make out the imprints of something that had been written on top. Co-ordinates, perhaps?

Trey took one look at the notes and its coordinates, before immediately going in search of a radio. She found one underneath her desk, battered and rusty.…Trey decided she really needed to get a new onesooner or later.

“     Castellan, have you, or anyone else for that matter, been authorised to use to use the mind probe? I’vereceived a note, and I don’t really have the best feeling about it.”

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i know you haven't posted the grave thing but i'm curious: ☠

Sitting by a gravestone outside the capitol, the Lady Trey began to mull over the events of Milly’s death. It was strange, thinking about the younger Timelord whom the grave belonged to.

After all they had been through, Trey hadn’t expected to be the one in mourning. In fact, she fully expected - she hoped -  that she would be the one to depart first. That was what was supposed to happen, wasn’t it? The older one died first, leaving the younger to get on with the life they deserve.

"You know, Milly, I do wish you hadn’t died. Perhaps you haven’t; perhaps you’re right behind me, waiting to jump out and tell me you’re not dead." Trey paused, waiting for an answer she wouldn’t get. "No? Apparently not then.    Ah well, I really shouldn’t believe in the impossible anyway.” She eventually said, even if the very notion of Milly dying seemed impossible in itself.

"Anyway, I should imagine it gets a bit cold under the ground, and your gravestone does look rather lonely. So, to combat the cold, would you like one last hug?"

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"Can I have a hug?"

"Of course you can." She replied, quick to wrap her arms around Tom.

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