Hello, I'm Romanadvoratrelundar, but everyone, including the Doctor, just calls me Romana.

》《 𖤍 Elysia Vanir 𖤍 》《

۞ Grand Master of The Jedi Order ۞
۞ The Old Republic Era ۞

#SWRP #MVRP

"Light is not gentle by nature. It burns just as fiercely as it heals."

➪ 21+
➪ canon divergent | stand-alone
➪ dark/mature themes
➪ literate rp
➪ mdni | (N)SFW

+ you to a place like this? Not exactly a popular alley, what with the strange dog running around."

+ pat his companion on the head.

"Good job, K9. You've improved greatly."

The tin dog's tail wags and ears whir in response, the closest it can approximate to a smile. As he begins gathering up the pieces, the Doctor's attention returns to the rest of the world.

"So, what brings someone like -

+ the Doctor appears to have the upper hand again, until...

"ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴄ7. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ."

The pieces automatically move, his king falling over. The board plays a little victory fanfare in celebration. Though one might expect a negative reaction after his turn, Four gracefully reaches out to -

+ than it really needed. Given that it was a no stakes game, one might expect a little more grace in looming defeat.

"You can't really expect me to fall for a trap like this, can you?"

With a derisive snort, he moves another piece on the board, capturing the intruding piece. Grinning once more, -

"Yes, yes, off and on our way in a bit. Once we've had our fill of chess and pastries, anyway."

Once the requisite piece of candy had been taken, the bag was crumpled once more and tucked away in a pocket. Beyond that, his attention was locked on the board, clearly devoting more thought to it -

+ stood back up, confidently ignoring how correct the time lady had been.

"Now then, the TARDIS feels like working again, the question remains regarding a destination. A quick trip to the Andromeda Galaxy sounds fun. Perhaps when humanity finally arrives?"

"Nominal cortex, as if I'd forget such a thing," he muttered. Thankfully, she was across the console from him, so he could crouch down to examine, and fiddle with, the underside of that section.

A moment, and a thump, later, and the rotor began to Bob up and down as the ship took off. The Doctor -

"If I did, would I admit to it? I'll concede it's gotten caught in the TARDIS door a time or two..."

That wasn't something most people considered asking about, though thankfully any trips had been low stakes.

"Besides, another loop takes up the slack just fine!"

Aneki Oakdown-Lungbarrow, fobbed at birth until the doctor’s lonely hubris gets the process reversed. Musician. Fashion icon. Artist. Has lifelong chronic pain due to the unfobbing.

Thoschei child. Era flexible

“My name…is the Rani.”

- Canon Divergence, she didn’t die

- New to 🦋 not new to the verse

- #Doctorwhorp #DWRP

"Grief is love turned inside out
Grief is an honor
Grief is our right"

—OC far future incarnation of the Doctor by #theLaird
—MS/MV and ships with Chem
—Scottish
—Chaotic Neutral
—regenerates from @nearlyhum4n.bsky.social
— #DWRP #doctorwhorp #MVRP

Koschei, formerly known as the Master — has been severed from his past selves and memories due to a failed winter soldier-Type situation. All he remembers is the Doctor and that he loves them.

He knows he is a time lord, and wants to do as much good as possible.

#DWRP, #MVRP #DoctorWhoRP

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𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ɴ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ᴇ 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲
𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 .ᐣ 💥
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@oneforcasual.bsky.social

"Romana! Have you been adjusting the console again?"

Frustration clear in the way he jabbed at the controls, eyes moving to the rotor and noting how it failed to move.

"How many times have I told you I don't care what the manual says about the control configuration?"

+ hate to have met you in an earlier incarnation, if you've such a poor sense of fashion. Those were poor outfits."

"What's wrong with my scarf? It was a gift from Madame Nostradamus!"

His hand ran over the colorful yarn, causing the end, dangling just over the tip of his boot. The indignity of his fashion sense being impugned left him with his head tilting back, looking down his nose just a bit.

"I would -

+ motion, eyes bulging out, though his hand stayed up with the bag of candy.

+ Turning his attention from the game, the dog seemed to find his move, and his protestation.

"ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛ. Qᴜᴇᴇɴ'ꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄ-3. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ."

The piece moved along the board of its own volition, just as instructed. The Doctor's head whipped back to the game, curls bouncing with the sudden -

+ with the status of the game, he produced a paper candy sack from his pocket, holding it up to her.

"Thank you for watching him. Can't trust him not to move a piece of two when I'm not looking. Jelly baby for your troubles?"

He beamed up at her, a big toothy grin that stretched from ear to ear. -

+ ᴇᴀᴛ."

As the Doctor took his place on the ground again, his eyes ran over the board, noting the location of all the pieces. It appeared as though everything met with his satisfaction, because he made no further comment or move of the pieces.

Turning his attention to the woman whom he entrusted -

- location is less the critical part, but there is a splendid little bakery just around the corner. K-9 is a big fan of their chocolate croissants."

From the ground by the chess board, the robotic dog's ears turn and whir, preceding his own comment.

"ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ -