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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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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.

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?"

Well, as a rule, people wandering into the TARDIS wasn't supposed to happen, but in his experience, it did sometimes happen. There's been near misses now and again, but really, no lasting harm's come from that. But the Doctor raises an eyebrow at being called a visitor.

The TARDIS might look a bit different, but as far as he knows, it's still his TARDIS. "I'm not a visitor, and-" That was unexpected. "Hang on, did you say you're the Doctor?"

If that didn't sound like it had the makings of a paradox, then he didn't know what did. Paradoxes weren't things to be trifled with.

"Yes, I'm the Doctor," he said, stepping away from the console to get a closer look at the intruder, who looked to be...

...oh, no.

"You're a Time Lord," the Doctor said, in a flat, accusing voice. "Honestly, is it too much to ask that you people at least let me know you are coming? Hmm? Or maybe you could try knocking on the door, that would make a nice change."

"Isn't that interesting? Because I'm the Doctor."

He peered a little closer at the other Doctor, if that was indeed who he was, curiosity very thoroughly piqued.

"I am a Time Lord, but I shouldn't need to knock on my own ship. But never mind that." And never mind the fact that he couldn't have let him know he was coming. He didn't know he was even present.

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"You? You're the Doctor?" the Doctor said, staring at the intruder, incredulous. "But I don't recognise who you are - so you're not one of my previous incarnations - but you don't seem to recognise me either, which makes your being my future self rather unlikely."

"Yeah, that's right," he said, squinting at the other Doctor, and then following that up with more squinting. Also he paced around a bit, almost like he was circling him and trying to get a better look. "No, I don't quite recognize you, but there might be something that looks familiar."

He stops his circling and stares back at him. "Well, I'm not lying about being the Doctor, so where does that leave us?"

"Ah, but if you were lying, then you would say that you weren't, wouldn't you?" the Doctor countered, meeting that stare head on. "Of course, if I were lying, I'd say the same thing as well, which does make this all rather difficult..."

"Well, yes, and that is my exact point. Aren't we at something of an impasse?" He looked away from the other Doctor to glance around the interior of the TARDIS. "If I wasn't really the Doctor, would I know what this is?" He gestured around them, indicating the ship.

"Not everyone knows what a TARDIS is, do they?"

"We are, aren't we? And logically, if both of us are the Doctor, one of us should remember the other," the Doctor said. "And...oh no, I haven't gone and lost my memory again, have I? I only just got it back!"

And if the Doctor sounded just a little bit like a whining child right then, well, it was quite obviously entirely justified.

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