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[verylast]

[ The TARDIS is awash with light when the feed starts, device suspended on one of the many bits and bobs around the console. Somewhere off screen, the Doctor is muttering to himself repeatedly above the din of metal being pounded and things thrown about. Then there's a surprising silence for a moment only interrupted when sparks shoot out in front of the view and the lights dim, the hum in the background dipping a little in volume. ]

Sorry, dear. [ The Doctor's yell can be heard even as his feet hit the stairs from below the console, jogging up to the main part. He's got tinsel draped around his neck, jacket missing, his bowtie slightly singed at the edges.

He moves closer to the console, patting the side as he passes. He hasn't quite realised the video is recording, but he looks relaxed, happy even. ] Didn't mean to startle you. I suppose we'll just have to give up and buy new Christmas lights. They just won't work. I could get you blue ones, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

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[verylast]

She is, but don't worry, she doesn't mind people visiting.

[virginwings]

Can she hear us too?

[And if that wasn't silly enough, Gazelle attentively watches where she is stepping as she steps inside more and looks all around the TARDIS, trying to put her finger on something.]

Ooh, wait - it's bigger in here!

[verylast]

Oh yes, she's dimensionally transcendental. Bigger on the inside.

[virginwings]

[she beams, pointing ahead eagerly! because this is too exciting.]

Cool! So how about that tour?