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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[leftinaberdeen]

"Not South Croydon at all!" she huffed. "Though you did at least land in the right year, yes. That still didn't make it any easier to ring Aunt Lavinia and try to explain to her how I'd ended up in Scotland without any money!" She probably should have phoned the Brigadier instead, she thought wryly, but she hadn't exactly thought of that at the time.

"And do you normally have people just sort of...turning up in the middle of your TARDIS like this?" Sarah Jane asked, hands on her hips. "It seems to me like you've got all sorts of problems right now." Which, all right, was pointing out the obvious a bit.

[allpurposescarf]

Well, no, Scotland wouldn't have been. But it had worked out, clearly enough, although the Brigadier probably would have been the better choice to call. At least the Brigidier would have understand an explanation that begin and end with a mention of him, regardless of which face he happened to have at the time. But that's neither here nor there at the moment. It wasn't him making the call and so he offers a shrug as if to say that any phone-related awkwardness isn't something he could have done anything about.

The question of people randomly entering the TARDIS, on the other hand, is one that he can answer.

"That's why it's so interesting. We shouldn't have been able to get in. But here we are. And it's not my TARDIS. It's his."

He... may be splitting hairs a little, but still. It's a good point to make, and he's not sure he would ever want this much room around the console itself. It's all very grand, yes, but he's not entirely certain a console room needs to be.

[whatifigetbored]

"Yes, quite right Doctor," he said with a small cough, all too happy to move on from the subject of leaving Sarah Jane behind.

"But what's worrying me is that the two of you haven't arrived together. My past self shouldn't be materialising here, yes, but that wort of thing isn't exactly without precedent, I'm afraid. But you, Sarah Jane - you weren't with my younger self, you weren't even in the TARDIS at all, and yet you're here. You both have been pulled here, by some force or power, from completely different times and locations."