onepassingnight | 001 | brand new day |

[ It's an unfamiliar site that you find yourself in tonight. An impossible room with different colors and glass floors, staircases that seem to go nowhere. At the center of the room is a column made of glass with panels filled with nonsense items: a typewriter, levers, hot and cold handles, even a phone! There's even a monitor hanging from the ceiling next to the man dressed in a tweet jacket and a bowtie. ]

No, this is definitely not the Eye of Orion... it doesn't make any sense! You're giving me nonsense, old girl, absolute babble! I know that the transfer might of been a bit confusing and backwards for you, but, no data whatsoever? What sort of nasty thing have you got in your time rotor this time?

[ Suddenly the man stops and turns and looks at you. He glances to the sides, shifting slightly, his hands flexing into small fists as he steps towards the edge of the glass ramp. ]

How did you get in here? No one can just walk into the TARDIS.

((ooc: intro post! ♥ this is a dream taking place within the console room of the TARDIS. if you have any questions regarding it, lemmie know! and, he doesn't know he's dreaming just yet. ))

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[She snorts.] Well where's the hamburgers and hot dogs then?

In the kitchen.

I think. I'm not entirely sure.

Now what would a time machine need with a kitchen? Can't you just zip anywhere in time and get a meal?

That's because it's technically an observation time machine.

Meaning technically you don't get involved with the times you visit?

I'm not supposed to. No.

I'm not even sure I believe this is a time machine, but I know it's bad news to mess with events that already happened.

Some events you can. It's the fixed points in time you can't.

And how would anyone know what's a fixed point and what isn't?

They don't. But I do. I'm a Time Lord.

Oh this just keeps getting more and more crazy.

[She slowly circles around the console, away from him.]

Have you found my ship yet?

Ah... no.

Ah, well... Probably just need to give your sensors more time then.

[In the meantime, she'll just make herself comfortable...]

May I? [She gestures to the chair by the stairs.]

Yes, of course! But the console is acting strange...

[She takes a seat.] Is it malfunctioning?

More like not responding at all.

[Now she's up out of the seat and back over to the console.] What? Why?

Because it's not... the real TARDIS. Of course! Why didn't I see this before? None of the controls work. The monitor doesn't work properly. It can't work right because it's not the right one! We're not really in the TARDIS, or for that matter in deep space.