flowerbox | Who's that knocking on my TARDIS?

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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:You know,: she drawled, as dryly as she could, :I'm starting to suspect that you are kind of weird.:

She could feel the doorframe against her body shift. Sort of. For some reason she thought of an accordion, but that wasn't right, and she flung her neck up and to one side on instinct, to try and keep her balance -

- and she was in. Janine drew her head and neck around to peer back behind her with one eye, at the Doctor with the other. :Just a little.:

"Me, weird? Says the psychic Quetzalcoatlus!" The Doctor said, although his small smile suggested that he wasn't really offended. "And if anyone else tries to tell you that I am, in fact, "weird", well. You shouldn't believe them."

To give Janine a bit more space, the Doctor started darting about, pulling chairs and coffee tables and piles of books out of the way. "Now, we're after cake, aren't we? Now I'm sure I must have some in the kitchens, although whether it's enough for you, I don't...aha!"

And then, from out beneath what looked to be a chair, the Doctor procured a bowl of... "Jelly babies! Would you like some?"

:Hmph.: She strode cautiously around the floor, the small harsh scales on the pads of her feet and winghands scraping a little against the floor. Despite her size she was not clumsy, and knocked against nothing, though she came close here and there.

Janine was not a Brit. :Jelly whats now?: She had to angle her head around to see what was in the bowl.

"Jelly babies. They're a type of gelatinous confectionary. See?" He held one up where he hoped she'd be able to see it - hopefully Quetzalcoatlus had good eyes - before popping it into his own mouth. "They're very nice! You could try some, while I go and look for any cake...ah, what, exactly, is the best way for you to eat? Can you eat from a bowl, or should I get you a plate?"

Her eyes were good, but this was quite a small thing at close range.

:Nah, just leave it. I'll see what I can do.: The bowl was bigger than the tip of her beak.

"Very well then. Right then, I'll be back soon - just don't touch the console!" the Doctor said, yelling as he disappeared off into the TARDIS.

Ten minutes later, he reappeared, carrying a plate with a few slices of cake. "I'm afraid it looks like I haven't got much, but it's a start - how have you gone with the jelly babies?"

Of course, when he was out of sight she had to circle said console, peering here and there - no, not touching, though her breath whooshed across it a time or two. Janine was a contrary sort, but smart enough to pick when she actually disobeyed something.

:Hmm? I tossed some back, but they're too small and I can't chew.: There may have been some candy on the floor - "tossed back" meant picking up some in the tip of her beak and just pointing it ceilingwards. :Wild guess, whoever designed them didn't have pterosaurs in mind.:

Oh, the Doctor liked the contrary sort, but it wouldn't have been good if she'd accidentally set them in flight. Who knows where they could end up if that happened.

"Oh, you can't eat them?" the Doctor said, looking distinctly disappointed. "That's a shame, I was sure you would have liked them...well, shall we try the cake then? Will these be big enough for you?"

He held out the plate with the cakes, most of which had already had slices taken out of them. But they were certainly larger than the jelly babies (and as for their present location scattered across the floor, well, the Doctor didn't look to be at all bothered by that.)

:Can't chew and I don't salivate much. I can swallow them, but I don't exactly get anything out of it.: Janine moved head and neck in something like a shrug. :If you wanted an easy guest you should've invited someone else in.:

Now she eyed the cakes he'd brought, seeing a new problem to present to the Doctor and see how he'd react. :They're probably big enough, but! I can't chew, my tongue isn't very flexible, and I don't have cheeks.: For emphasis she shut her beak fast, with a sound like a clap. :And cake is soft. So if I'm to eat any of it you'll have to actually put it in the back of my mouth.:

"Yes, yes, of course, of course...although I do hope you'll remember not to bite my arm off. I'm quite attached to it, you know," the Doctor said, with a quick flash of a grin.

He set the plate of cakes down on the edge of the console (apparently, despite his earlier instructions to Janine to not touch it, doing things like shoving a bunch of cakes on it was alright if he was the one doing it), and picked up a slice. "Alright then, open up!"

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