It had been a journey for Romana since graduating from the Academy. Shoved into the Bureau of Ancient Records, she'd barely had time to fill out the paperwork necessary for her to requisition the paperwork necessary to have her chair reupholstered before the White Guardian had sent her to assist the Doctor on his quest for the Key to Time.
And now that they'd done that, she found herself on the run from the Black Guardian placing her faith in a randomizer.
Rassilon she was still in her first incarnation.
"Romana?" A deep voice asked, breaking her musings.
"Mm?" The Time Lady looked up. "Oh yes, sorry Doctor." The man in question, the dictionary definition for bohemian, was at the door of the TARDIS, eager as ever to find out where they'd ended up.
Romana hoped it was somewhere clean.
Stepping out, she saw that it wasn't. Three suns beat her overheard and a powerful smell of bizarre foods assaulted her. The Doctor of course was delighted.
"Oh I say," He smiled, closing the TARDIS doors and putting an arm around her. "We're at the Festival of Culinary. It's an annual celebration in the Galactic Federation. One of the finest and most important in the whole Federation."
Romana wondered if that or the Terran Federation was the corrupt one. Either way she probably going to need a new nose when they left this place.
"So stuffing their faces is important?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at the D'nasian gorging herself.
"Oh but of course!" The Doctor said, gesturing dramatically as though she were an ignorant Time Tot, as they walked through the bustling market. "It's as important to keep the citizenry happy and content as anything else in the realm of governing. Events like these are monuments to interstellar cooperation and celebrations of diversity."
Romana wasn't quite sure how Hexagorian pressed kelp was going to combat the Dalek Empire or the Cyberiad. Well when in Rome...
Turning to a stall, Romana's attention was grabbed by what looked like blue strawberries the size of an apple. "What's this?" She asked a four-armed shopkeep.
"This?" He smiled. "Gwampa fruit. From Jadea. Very good. Try." He held one out to her.
Gwampa fruit? That tickled something in the back of her mind. She'd heard about it in the academy. "Doctor? Have you heard of Gwampa fruit?"
The Doctor frowned. "Yes something in the academy. I think it it-"
"Fugitive!" The two Time Lords turned just in time to see a pair of burly Judoon hoist the Doctor and carry him off to an administrative building.
Romana stood gaping stupidly.
"Fruit?" The shopkeep offered again. Numbly, the Time Lady took it and bit. It was sweet and left an odd taste in her stomach.
"Oh I say that's quite good." She smiled to the shopkeep's delight, sonicking him the fee for a bag of them. As she began tearing into the fruit, she reflected that maybe this destination wasn't so bad. Certainly there was something else she could sample. She was feeling very hungry all of a sudden.
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"Well I do apologize." The Hyban administrator stated. "We really did think you were the Master."
"Oh it's no trouble." The Doctor smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must find my friend. Last we spoke she was... oh no."
"What?"
"Well I've just remembered why they mentioned Gwampa fruit in the academy. It drastically slows down our metabolism." The Doctor ran off in a panic, following the telepathic signal of a fellow Time Lord.
Arriving at a private lounge, awash with a delicious smell of pie, the Doctor entered one of the rooms finding a mess of discarded boxes and tins and more Gwampa fruit boxes. And in the center was a mass of white silk and brown hair stuffing everything she could get her hands on into her maw. In some mad futile quest to quell the hunger of the fruit.
"Oh Romana. I feel I should tell you that the fruit has slowed your metabolism to a crawl." The Doctor said.
The Time Lady froze as a muffin hovered above her mouth. "Ah." She blinked. As though a spell had been broken, she looked down at her body. Happy that Time Lord clothing adjusted in size, Romana felt herself go red as she estimated that she'd gained -
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