Characters: Ten, AnyOpen/Close: OpenRP Status: ActiveLocation: Paris, France, EarthDate: November 24th, 2014There were probably worse ways to spend a weekend, and the Doctor yawned a bit, glancing out over the rather pretty cityscape of France before him. Odd, that was. He could still pin Paris as a location to a companion in particular, just as he could pin Croyden and Brisbane did. And now, a small cafe in the middle of the busy Parisian streets reminded him of a certain time, a certain person, and he couldn't help but smile, just a bit. There was that, at least.He took a sip of his tea and eyed one of the chips on his plate a bit warily. He wished he'd had Rose there to explain the vinegar, she was always rather good at explaining silly human things like condiments when he was confused.He shrugged, taking a bite and then glancing at the paper. Neo-Nazism in the French presidency again. Maybe he should've vacationed elsewhere.OOC: Anyone who would like to have their pup just arrive and meet up with other pups for tea and chips---hop on in! =)
"Yes, well, the woman never did sit still, if I remember correctly," the Doctor replied, with a pleased smile at her, "Very good, Romana. Very clever. The new layout of my TARDIS leaves very little room for wall hangings, I'm afraid. Had I the space, though, I might be a bit jealous of your ingenuity.""I believe," he said over the rip of his teacup, "The little theater down the street is re-releasing Episode 9 of Star Wars. If you're in the mood for a laugh."
Romana rather did look entertained by this suggestion. "Why not? Que la Force soit avec toi, Docteur. Toujours."* She rose from her chair, falling into step next to the Doctor as they headed towards the cinema.[* Translation: May the Force be with you, Doctor. Always.]
After a moment of walking, the Doctor tested out something he hadn't been able to do in a while---reached his hand out and took Romana's as they crossed the street. Must've been the loss of Rose, or the lack of any companion---or maybe just the happiness of seeing an old companion again, but the simple touch was something he craved."I nearly forgot that it'll be dubbed over here. Brilliant, brilliant. I love badly dubbed, terribly incorrect science fiction movies. Didn't know you'd seen this series, though, human culture rubbing off on you?"
There was a wide, delighted smile on Romana's face as she waved to a close-passing car with her free hand. "K-9 showed some of them to me -- I'm not exactly sure where he picked them up, but I assumed it was from you. Of course the technology is laughable, but the stories aren't bad."She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose it is -- rubbing off, that is. Or else it's sheer curiosity on my part about a world that means so much to you."
"It's a pretty brilliant little world, I think," he said, "Creativity, arts, and did you hear that they've got fried pastries nowadays? Brilliant, I tell you. Learning new and improved ways to kill themselves with cuisine. Haven't seen anything like that since the Andreguams, but they don't have Star Wars."Rambling? Well, he was talking about his favorite subject next to himself and his TARDIS.
Romana couldn't help laughing. "That's essentially about what you said about Leonardo and the Mona Lisa! But don't you think the 'Star Wars' story is at least on par with the Vortimagonishad Quartet of Arcturus VII?"
"Oh, far better, I should say," the Doctor replied, "In their age, didn't the eldest of the Quartet develop that chronic flatulence? Perhaps I'm thinking of the ones from Arcturus XV..."He gave his head a bit of a scratch, "Oh, no matter, though. There is no great science fiction classic like that of Star Wars, and you and I, Romana, shall experience it."
Romana squeezed the Doctor's hand impulsively. "If you say it that way, then I can't say no. Although I make no promise not to snicker every now and then."
The Doctor's grin--if possible--grew even more, "Well, if you must, Romana, then you must and I can't deny you. Especially when the TARDIS tries to translate Wookie. That always amuses me to no end."
As the pair entered the cinema, bought tickets and settled into their seats before the lights dimmed, Romana leaned in towards the Doctor in order to murmur quietly to him. "Earth is rather a backwater...but it's quite amazing in the sheer imagination that comes out of here. Perhaps because they're so very much to their own selves. All the rest has to be created in their minds."