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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[whatifigetbored]

"Oh dear," said the older Doctor, in the understatement of the day. Especially since he had really hoped to never see that particular coat again. Really, what had he been thinking in that particular incarnation?

"Well, this is an unexpected surprise," he said, sighing. "Hello, Doctor. I don't suppose you happen to know how you have managed to end up in my TARDIS and not yours, do you?"

[goesagainst_thegrain]

"'Oh dear', indeed." The Doctor raised an eyebrow, looking the other fellow up and down. "So that's how I turn out... cravats? Really?" Yes, he's going to pick on your fashion sense. It's obviously the thing to do, when more than one of him meet up.

"Mmm, yes, well... I was attempting to, ah. Fix the chameleon circuit, as it happens. Again." The old girl really is quite stubborn about her appearance... but he'd had a good reason for wanting it fixed, of course. He glances around the room once again, trying to take it in properly this time. "...you redecorated, I see."

[whatifigetbored]

"Yes, and I'd say it's quite an improvement," the Doctor snapped back, looking just a little irritated at the fact that this incarnation of him, of all of them, was picking in his fashion sense. "Really I don't see how you can go about judging anyone else's taste."

But there were other issues at hand, apart from his mortification at what he used to wear. "The chameleon circuit? Well I don't see how that, of all things, should have brought you here...and strictly speaking, I didn't. My predecessor made these changes. Makes a nice change, don't you think?"