12 ∞ VISITORS

[leathered]

[voice]

No, you're not allowed in the TARDIS. No, you can't just take a quick look. And no scribbling on this box or I will make you wash it off. I'm not kidding.

[ ooc: Voice/video/action all welcome! Come help the Doctor defend the TARDIS ahahaha. Or be the problem. ]

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voice:

[charring]

If I weren't busy, I'd offer to singe anyone who tried scribbling on the TARDIS.

voice:

[leathered]

That's all right. Between us, we can take care of it.

action;

[stopbleepingme]

[ from behind the little crowd. ]

Oi! Move it! Watch your hands, sir, or you will lose them!

[ a flash of red hair, maybe? ]

I said. Out. Of. The. Way.

[ shoveshove. pushpush. out pops a donna face! and then donna body! uh oh. hands on her hips, a scowl in place. ]

Prince.

action;

[leathered]

[ Now there's a face he knows! But if Donna's going to scowl, he'll scowl back. Yep. Not happy to see her at all. ]

Donna Noble.

action;

[stopbleepingme]

I see you went and got the TARDIS back after I left, hmm?

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[leathered]

[ He looks almost proud, putting a hand fondly on the box. ] She just showed up again one day like she'd never left. Suppose you're allowed in, if you'd like.

action;

[leathered]

Hey! Hey you!

[ He doesn't even recognize her immediately. He's more worried about grubby human paws on the console. BUT WAIT. ]

Rani, what are you doing here?

[ And hands off the console! He's going to come up scowling and try to get in the way of her investigations. ]

action;

[leathered]

It's not a mess. She still works just fine.

[ He squints at her, unamused by her idea. ] I've got plenty of company. Most of it hasn't tried to kill me.

[initforthemoney]

Did you say The Tardis? I've been looking forever for that thing! You a friend of the Doc's or what?

[leathered]

[ The Doctor offers him a broad grin. ] New face, Frobisher. It's me, the Doctor.

[initforthemoney]

Last time I checked, Doc, I was the shapeshifter. What the hell happened to you?

[leathered]

I regenerated a few times. It's a Time Lord thing. Best way to recover from a deadly injury.

action;

[bequiet_hescreamed]

[ Have you ever wondered what a Ford Model T would have looked like if it had been designed in China? Well, this should answer your question and it's HEADING STRAIGHT FOR YOU.

Well, I mean. It heads straight for the crowd, which disperses and flees, and screeches to a halt before it actually reaches the Doctor or the TARDIS.



A tiny face framed by a shock of lavender hair peers over the steering wheel. ]

Is anyone hurt?

action;

[o_tea_p]

[An older man sits in the passenger seat and shakes his head.]

I told you you weren't tall enough to drive.

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[leathered]

[ The Doctor is not exactly pleased by what happened. He gives them both a disapproving look. ]

They say sense comes with age but I'm never sure that's true.

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[bequiet_hescreamed]

Well, they shouldn't design these things only for tall people!

[ That was said to Iroh, but he soon turns on the Doctor with a critical eye. ]

You should talk. I don't know who you are, but I sense that in only slightly different circumstances you would be the one behind this wheel.







[ Totally isn't bluffing or anything. ]

[lady_wandering]

Not allowed in the TARDIS? Since when?

[leathered]

Well. [ He grins goofily. ] I suppose we can make an exception for you.

[lady_wandering]

I should hope so. That was my home, you know.

[leathered]

You might not recognize her. We've redecorated a bit since then.

voice;

[hexappeal]

Wait, what? What? Seriously?

voice;

[leathered]

I'm not going to let people graffiti her.

voice;

[hexappeal]

Well, duh. I meant... uh. Is it really... you know. The real thing.