How d'you do, pleased to meet ya, charmed to make your acquaintance, and all other such pleasantries. I'm Romanadvoratrelundar, and if you think that a bit too difficult, I insist you call me Fred. I suppose this is the part where I could say I'm the last of the Time Ladies, but why bother with all that melodrama? I'd rather move past it, and besides—he pulls it off ever so well on his own, I should think.(An independent Romana IV roleplay tumblr)
Holmes and Watson, that’s interesting. Could’ve sworn they were two fictional blokes, though if this is a sorta of limbo area where agallifreyans are capable of existing, why not the child of the world’s most famous detective and his companion the doctor? Hello. Call me Fred.
I— er. Okay. I’d introduce myself, but you obviously already know who I am. Nice to meet you, Fred.
Well, that is your name, isn’t it? Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude. You can introduce yourself, I don’t mind. Because it’s quite nice to meet you too.
…Ah. I take it this is the post-war you, isn’t it? Hello. And I’m sorry.
Why hello there, Doctor. Quite like the new body.
Holmes and Watson, that’s interesting. Could’ve sworn they were two fictional blokes, though if this is a sorta of limbo area where Gallifreyans are capable of existing, why not the child of the world’s most famous detective and his companion the doctor? Hello. Call me Fred.
Oh, goodness…you’re previous me and I’m forthcoming you. Isn’t that something? I think it’s something anyway. Hello!
Rubbing her cheek where the Rani had kissed it, Fred chuckles and calls after her, “I’m touched, really! Would’ve thought you’d prefer to be a squirrel, dear!”
There’ll be more TOM BAKER THURSDAY over on Lady Tardis later, don’t fret.
Well. I suppose the bowtie’s not nearly as ridiculous a stylistic quirk as that scarf you used to wear, but at least that had other functions now and again. But at any rate. Hello there, Doctor.
…You can’t be. No, no, its completely impossible… -stares her up and down- Absolutely impossible… No… you… Romana?!
Folding her arms behind her back, she fought to conceal her grin as he examined her in his shock. “Well, it’s Fred now. Figure at nearly five hundred that’s almost old enough to decide on my own nicknames. But oh, yes, completely impossible, shall I just pop off and leave you be, then?”
The Doctor shook his head. “No, no, no! Romana!” His grin got huge. “Fred? Oh, we’re Fred instead? You like that? Yeah? Okay. Brilliant!” He bounced on his heels and just beamed. “Fantastic, look it you! Oh, this is just so brilliant!”
Dropping her offhanded pretense, she grinned widely and chuckled at his reaction to seeing her. “Well, think of it from my end! You do look splendid, honestly Doctor, nothing inherently wrong with bowties.” She took his hand and squuezed it tight, adding, “Well. I do prefer Fred, told you that the first time, but you’re perfectly free to keep calling me Romana. Perfectly free.”
“Oh, I do love someone who thinks outside the box. C’mon, then.” She gestures to her TARDIS, presently concealed as a recycling bin.