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flowerbox2014-01-10 03:10 pm
whatifigetbored) wrote in flowerbox2014-01-10 03:10 pm
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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.]]
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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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."