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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"The Doctor coughed. "Well, we don't really need to talk about why you changed your face, of course, that's not important..." he said quickly, eager to move on from talking at all about how he'd gotten Jamie's face embarrassingly wrong.

Instead, he just beamed at Jamie. "Yes, it is me! It's so good to see you Jamie..." Which was why the Doctor decided to pull Jamie in for a hug, too happy to see his old friend again to think about whether or not Jamie would even appreciate it.

Appreciate might not have been the exact word in this case, but even as confused as he was, he certainly didn't mind being hugged - especially in a situation where it was still fairly clear that at least from the Doctor's end he hadn't seen Jamie in some time. And after a moment or two, he returned the hug, following it up with a happy sort of thumping at the end, because having the Doctor there was definitely better than not having him there, even if the face looked a wee bit different.

"Aye, well, it's good to see ye, too, although I've only just left ye back in the TARDIS."

Which...actually, he wasn't so sure that he wasn't still there, come to think about it. There were a few things that looked at least a little familiar, although there was also quite a lot that looked quite, quite different. He turned around in place for a moment, frowning a little.

"Hey, wait...is this still the TARDIS? What did ye do to it?"

A hug from Jamie! Now that was something the Doctor hadn't experienced in a very, very long time. When it ended, he was positively beaming. Yes yes, there was the new face, and the whole issue of Jamie being here in the first place when he shouldn't be, but old friends...well, he saw them so rarely. He could be happy to see one again, just for one moment, couldn't he?

"Oh yes, of course...and we'll have to get you back there, very odd this is. Strictly speaking, you shouldn't even be here, our timelines aren't supposed to cross at this point..." the Doctor said, rambling on.

And as for the TARDIS..."I changed the desktop! You know after a few centuries you just get so bored of having the same old grey walls and same old grey console. Do you like it? You know I got the candles brought in especially from Candelaba Nine, the people there can do the most amazing things with everlasting wax..."

While he had learned a fair amount about things such as computers, some of the workings of them still continued to elude him, and all the mention of changing the desktop accomplished was him glancing around with a puzzled look on his face, searching for the desk in question and failing to find anything that really resembled one - unless you counted that table, and that wasn't the same thing, not to him.

"Hey? I don't see any desks around here, Doctor."

And after a moment he gave up looking, instead glancing around at the much different console room and nodding a bit, not looking overly impressed.

"Oh, aye, I see. I suppose it's alright. Don't see what was wrong with the old one, though. I liked that just fine. Did ye change anything else in here while ye were at it, though?"

Ah. Perhaps 'desktop' hadn't been the best word to choose, then. "Not literal desks, Jamie. It's a metaphor," the Doctor said, waving a hand to indicate that it wasn't really that important. "But Jamie, Jamie...don't you ever get sick of things being the same? There was nothing wrong with the old one, yes, I didn't change it for centuries! Centuries, without even a coat of paint! Honestly Jamie, I don't even know what I was thinking."

"Oh, aye, one of those."

He doesn't entirely look like he understands that, either, but at least he's not going around calling a metaphor 'metal floor' this time around. And he's willing enough to accept the Doctor's word about what a desktop is anyway, shrugging after a moment and moving to go peer a little more closely at the console itself before lifting his head and turning to regard the Doctor with a blink.

"When are things ever the same with ye, Doctor? The TARDIS is always breaking down or going wrong somehow, and if it's not we always seem to wind up who knows where no matter where we mean to go. I'd say that's plenty different, if ye ask me."

He reached out with a finger, pointing down at one of the readings on the console to bring it to the Doctor's protection.

"Like take this, for example. The numbers keep spinning on that one and I bet ye that means that wherever you're going now you're not going to get there, and we'll wind up somewhere else altogether."

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