Who's that knocking on my TARDIS?

[whatifigetbored]

Through all of time and space, the TARDIS flew. On the outside; a blue police box, on the inside; a console room of wood and steel and candles, with buttons and glowing lights all coming together to make a kind of gothic steampunk fantasy.

For the Doctor, this was home.

"Well?" he said, almost absentmindedly fiddling with the switches and the controls on the console. "Where to next, hmm? The reign of Emperor Taizong? The fifth age of the New Savannah? Or maybe...Galsec Seven? What do you think?"

The console's central column pulsed slightly.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, old girl. You can't blame me for a moment of indecision, can you? Billions upon billions of worlds, an untold number of people and places and peculiarities to see...it's a wonder I ever manage to get anywhere at all, with so much to choose from!"

The glow of the TARDIS, quite possibly, took on a slightly pointed edge.

"Oh alright, alright, if you insist! Let's go...oh. Now that's not right."

[[ooc: Okay, the idea here is that any characters tagging in are suddenly arriving in the TARDIS. How they do is up do you: they could just walk in the door, they could just suddenly materialise with no added explanation, they could have been hiding in the swimming pool all this time and have only just decided to show themselves - whatever you like! You can keep it simple or make it some complicated conspiracy, whatever takes your fantasy.

Also, if you need some references - the inside of Eight's TARDIS basically looks like this, and Eight himself looks like this.]]

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[bossily]

Clara was in the middle of fearing for her life and whether or not the recently regenerated Doctor would be able to remember how to fly the TARDIS when something incredibly odd happened. With no real explanation as to how or why, she found herself standing right in the middle of a very different console room. Her eyes were already wide thanks to the shock the past several minutes had put her through, and this definitely wasn't helping matters any. Especially not when she saw a man she didn't recognize all that well standing at the console.

"Doctor?"

Who else could it be? Besides, she thinks his face is a bit familiar. Still, she couldn't help but ask his name cautiously, looking very close to a skittish animal that wanted nothing more than to run away.

"It is you, isn't it?"

[whatifigetbored]

Something certainly wasn't right. There was a girl, in his TARDIS. A girl who hadn't been there before, and more importantly, a girl who he'd never seen before in all his lives.

"Well, I should hope that I'm me. It would be rather inconvenient if I turned out to be someone else instead, wouldn't it?" The Doctor said softly, drumming his fingers on the edge of the console as he inspected the girl. Human, by the looks of her, and probably from sometime in early 21st Century. "Although much more important, I would think, is who are you, and what are you doing in my TARDIS? Do I know you?"

[bossily]

She stared, and then stared some more. And despite looking dangerously close to crying, she managed a laugh. "Oh, you're definitely you. Good to know." That little bit of laughter bubbled over into something louder and more relieved, because he's not the Doctor she knew, but at the same time he still was. Time Lords were weird like that, she supposed.

"Names, though. That ought to be a thing, you're right. I'm Clara, Clara Oswald. I travel with you when your face is a bit different, and it just so happens I was in his TARDIS before somehow ending up on this one."

There was a shrug of her shoulders, before she began to move in closer to the console, eyes looking things over. She couldn't really provide much of an explanation as to how she got here, because she had no idea herself. Just like she had no idea how to get back to her Doctor. In an effort to distract herself from that, she brushes a finger along the top of a glowing something or another. It might've been a button, for all she knew.

[goesagainst_thegrain]

A very colorful--and probably very familiar--figure is standing in the middle of the room, his back to the Doctor. He has a few wires in one hand and another in his mouth, which he's slowly removing now; if the Doctor looks at them, he'll see the ends have been shorn off cleanly, like they've been cut by something.

After a moment of just staring at his surroundings, the younger Doctor mutters, "That shouldn't have happened... Evelyn, are you alri--" He turns as he speaks, getting a good look around the... cathedral he seems to have accidentally turned the console room into, and stops abruptly when he notices the other Doctor.

"...ah." That really shouldn't have happened.

[whatifigetbored]

"Oh dear," said the older Doctor, in the understatement of the day. Especially since he had really hoped to never see that particular coat again. Really, what had he been thinking in that particular incarnation?

"Well, this is an unexpected surprise," he said, sighing. "Hello, Doctor. I don't suppose you happen to know how you have managed to end up in my TARDIS and not yours, do you?"

[goesagainst_thegrain]

"'Oh dear', indeed." The Doctor raised an eyebrow, looking the other fellow up and down. "So that's how I turn out... cravats? Really?" Yes, he's going to pick on your fashion sense. It's obviously the thing to do, when more than one of him meet up.

"Mmm, yes, well... I was attempting to, ah. Fix the chameleon circuit, as it happens. Again." The old girl really is quite stubborn about her appearance... but he'd had a good reason for wanting it fixed, of course. He glances around the room once again, trying to take it in properly this time. "...you redecorated, I see."

[bonnypiperlad]

Off to one side, over in the vicinity of the the floor, there was a thump, something that sounded quite a bit like something running into the nearby table. Or someone, in this case, because a split second after the thump came a groan, followed by a bit of noise which could fairly easily be explained as the someone in question moving out from underneath the table they'd wound up under.

Said someone happened to look rather remarkably like a companion who'd spent time in the TARDIS many years ago, right down to the kilt he was wearing, the rather cranky expression on his face, and the unmistakable signs of his having gone and hit his head - again. As Jamie managed to finally get to a point where he could sit up properly, he brought a hand up to rub at the back of his scalp, wincing a little.

"Ooh, my head."

[whatifigetbored]

The Doctor whirled around, ready to start demanding to know what whoever it was was doing in his TARDIS, or start running for his life - whatever turned out to be most appropriate - only to find something, or rather someone, that he wasn't expecting at all.

"J...Jamie?" he said, incredulous. "You are Jamie, aren't you? You are!" And just like that, a delighted laugh escaped from the Doctor's mouth, and he was running over to help Jamie up and grin in his face. "Jamie! It's good to see you! Well, not good that you're here, of course, because that doesn't make sense at all and probably means that something somewhere is going horribly wrong. But you - you - you are good to see! How are you? Are you well?"

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie was finding things a bit unexpected as well, especially given the last thing actually remembered was the Doctor (his Doctor) warning him away from some button or other. Naturally he hadn't listened, but how that had gotten him here, he had no idea.

And add to that the fact the man apparently recognized him...well, he was more than a bit confused. The man's grin was met with a look of bafflement, his brows knitting together as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"Hey? How do ye mean that doesn't makes sense. And how do ye know who I am?"

[faceofbeau]

The only warning before he appeared was a sudden crackling of energy, a brief static of time and vortex, and a bit of seeming lightening that zinged around the the shape of a tall form. Then there was a man standing near the console, hunched slightly over, eyes focused on the leather strap on his wrist before he straightened and cast his gaze around him. Confusion was writ in his eyes, then a touch of recognition as he caught sight of the console, and then amusement as he turned to find the man standing beside it. Well then. This definitely wasn't where he'd been aiming for.

"Doctor." Jack tilted his head with a bit of a grin, looking over the other man carefully. "Sorry, I seem to have landed in the wrong timezone, didn't mean to interrupt."

[whatifigetbored]

"Oh, no no no no no!" The Doctor said, darting over to stand inbetween the man an the console. "No Time Agents appearing whenever they want to in my TARDIS!"

It was bad enough when Time Lords did it, now he had to put up with Time Agents as well? Was it too much to ask that people use the door? Or at least say when they were coming, instead of just popping up, unannounced?

"Of course, you shouldn't even be able to materialise in here at all, not with Time Agent technology. So how, exactly, did you get in here?"

[faceofbeau]

Right. Past regeneration then. With a friendly laugh, Jack held both hands up, as if in surrender, and rocked back a step from the console, the message of peace clear. He'd had to be careful, if their timelines were out of sync: his first Doctor certainly hadn't known him before Jack had met him, and even if he had, Jack was a little different now than he'd been back then. The thought made him hide a grimace, a reminder of his second Doctor's reaction to seeing him, the Master's reaction, and the reaction that was sure to come from this Doctor as well, once he got a good look at him that wasn't quite as panicked about the stranger who'd appeared in his TARDIS.

"Not a clue, honestly. My manipulator's been-" Disabled by a future version of the very man standing in front of him? Nope, not a good way to begin an introduction. "Damaged for awhile. This was supposed to just be a field test of some repair work. I was aiming for Cardiff, Wales, on Earth, circa 2009; must'a bounced off the Rift."

That, or the Doctor had left him a 'present,' in case he ever managed to get it working again. One that had gone wrong.

[allpurposescarf]

Well, this is most certainly not a console room he recognizes. It's not a bad console room, but it's not his either, and that means something has gone very wrong. This, in turn, means that it's probably time to go poking around in the various inner bits of the TARDIS console again.

On the other hand, even he knows that's not terribly advisable when in flight, so instead he sets about poking around at the various odds and ends that are all over the console room.

[whatifigetbored]

Even more wrong than his previous incarnation realised, because that was his previous self wondering around, making himself practically at home.

"Oh, no no no," the Doctor muttered, looking over at himself in the scarf. "This is not good, this is really not good...Doctor!" Calling out, he dashed over, running out in front of the other Doctor. "Doctor, would you mind telling me how you got here?"

[allpurposescarf]

Of course he's making himself practically at home. There's not much elseto do while they're stuck inside the Time Vortex and he's never been one to keep out of things. He's got too much curiosity for that. On the other hand, he's at least willing to talk, even if he hasn't figured out who the later incarnation is yet.

(Or even if he has. Who knows quite what goes on under those curls?)

"Well, of course it's not good." This is said while he's examining one of the various shelves and thus has his back to his other incarnation, but he turns back in short order. Either he's found what he'd been looking for, or he's gotten everything he can out of what he can see.

"Oh, a timing error, probably. I could check, only we rather seem to be going somewhere."

[hadbadays]

It was late at night. Really late. John had lost track, but it was definitely the wee hours of the morning. A quiet street corner.

Or, at least, it should have been quiet.

The noise was so quiet at first that John thought he had to be imagining. Then it just got louder and eventually he stopped, out of annoyance, and turned around to try and figure out what it was. Only to see a blue box materialise out of thin air.

First proof he had of him actually being mad.

"What."

[whatifigetbored]

"That's not right, that's not right...why have we landed, old girl? Hey? We shouldn't have landed yet, so why have you brought me here?"

Still muttering to himself, he pulled round the scanners. "Earth, early 21st century, London...why here, old girl? What have you brought me for? Didn't you want to see Galsec Seven?"

The TARDIS, of course, didn't respond. Oh well, nothing else for it - time to head outside, and see what it was that his ship wanted him to see. He marched over to the door, opened it, and found himself face-to-face with a man staring right at him.

"Oh, hello there," he said. "Sorry to startle you, she's being a bit funny about where she lands, and...actually, you wouldn't happen to have seen anything odd around here, would you? Any strange occurrences, things out of the ordinary?"

[hadbadays]

Someone opening the door wasn't on the list of what he expected a randomly appearing... police box to lead to. Maybe it wasn't actually that surprising, when thinking about it, because it was just about equally as weird as the fact that it was there in the first place.

Didn't mean he was any less startled, and he jumped, took a long step back and just. Stared at this man for a moment. A lot because he just couldn't believe the question.

"Yeah, you. What are you--? How--?"

He wondered if even Sherlock would have been able to work it out. Were he here. If there was actually anything to work out. It was so late John wouldn't be surprised if he was dreaming.

[pterosaur]

If there was anything that didn't fit with a late Cretaceous landscape, it was this... box thing, Janine wanted to say it was a phone booth but that wasn't right. It felt strongly like something that hadn't gotten to this time naturally, but she didn't need her weird sense for those things to see that.

She circled it several times from some feet away, and with a mental shrug picked up a fist-sized rock in the tip of her beak and swung that against the door, knocking.

Janine was herself a time traveler, but it was the inconvenient sort of time travel that involved losing her body, acquiring mild psychic powers, and accidentally possessing a flying reptile the size of a small giraffe. These things happened.

[whatifigetbored]

"Right now old girl, let's see where we are...Late Cretaceous? Well that's not where I was trying to go at all. In fact it's a long way from where..."

And then there's that knock on the door, and the Doctor pauses."Now who, exactly, would be knocking on the door in the Late Cretaceous?" A very curious mystery, this was. Which meant that of course the Doctor had to go and open the door, just to find out.

"Why hello there!" he said, looking up at the Quetzalcoatlus just outside the door. "You are a lovely creature, aren't you? Was that you, knocking on my door?" An odd thing for a Quetzalcoatlus to do, certainly, but stranger things had happened.

[pterosaur]

The door opened and Janine let the rock fall. And... huh.

She hadn't seen anything but Cretaceous fauna and other time-traveling humans possessing Cretaceous fauna since all this happened. This was... surreal. He looked so small!

She blinked enormous red eyes and reminded herself not to gawp. Never stand around reacting, people will take advantage of you. :Must've been me, I don't see anyone else out here. You're tiny. I don't suppose you're real?: As she "spoke" soft caws and croaks came out of that long throat.

And she made as if to prod him with the tip of her beak.

[notbychoice]

The Doctor was coming back to what he thought was his TARDIS after a very fantastic, very exciting adventure. He had a lot of those, but he thought to himself that all of the adventures he was lucky enough to go on were fascinating, and he wouldn't trade those experiences for anything.

To say that the Doctor was feeling like he was on top of the world would have been an understatement, and even when he pushed open the doors and took in the interior before him (interior that was just a hair different from what he was used to), that good feeling stayed with him and refused to diminish.

But he was curious, and so he couldn't help but ask, "What's all this, then?" Because as far as he was concerned, the TARDIS could do many things, but unexpectedly changing its appearance was not quite one of them.

[whatifigetbored]

The Doctor paused, looking up from the console to see that, somehow, a man had wondered into the TARDIS. Which wasn't supposed to happen, really. But then Chang Lee had managed to wonder in easily enough as well, obviously he would need to fix the isomorphic circuits, apparently they were letting in anyone and everyone now...

"Hello! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting any visitors...I'm the Doctor. And you are?"

[years]

The Doctor's visits were incredibly sporadic. She spent months living a boring life to only be swept up in the adventures and ridiculous bow ties of the Doctor's for half a year. It'd been one of the quieter months, where she and Rory lived like regular people, fought like a married couple, and did nothing but think of the adventures they'd once been apart of.

She'd been sitting outside in the yard, on one of the lawn chairs, enjoying a drink, when she'd heard the phone ring. With Rory out, she couldn't quite boss him into answering it, and as the answering machine was a little on the fritz, Amy had to pull herself up from the comfort of the sun pressing against her skin and make her way into her homey little home.

When she crossed the threshold, she found herself looking around in a rather strange room. It felt familiar, even if it didn't look as much. She frowned as she saw the candles and the rather gothic interior. But the sounds that the room was making was something she wouldn't dare question. She could pick it out of a million other similar sounds. He remained out of sight, or at least, that's what she thought. Amy was a little too preoccupied with glancing around the dark insides of the TARDIS to really spot him. "Might want to look into a better interior design," she said.

[whatifigetbored]

The Doctor might have been out of sight, but not anymore - his head popped out from around the side of the time rotors, peering at this young woman who had somehow managed to find her way into his TARDIS. "What's wrong with my interior design?" he asked, sounding just a little bit indignant. "I think it's nice. Very atmospheric, don't you think?"