Spring Cleaning, Round 2 [Backdated to just after podpop]

[fantastix]

Who: The Doctors, their assistants and friends, some visitors [Open], and the Master.
Where: The TARDIS, the blue police box located in the Hangar.
Summary: Somebody's made a mess of the old ship. The Doctors are very unhappy. Time to dig in and clean up! Also, there's some necessary hashing-out of titles and ownership between three men who happen to be the same person. And a bit of a problem arises...
Warnings: Possibly mild swearing on Nine's part.


The Doctor and his immediate successor with the long coat had run straight from the Observation Deck when they'd learned where the TARDIS was and gotten their bearings. They'd been whisked through the uncomfortable transport tubes, spilled into an arsenal of ships, and been left to search. Luckily, as diminished as their abilities were, they could still sense the old girl. It wasn't long before she was found.

They wasted no time in opening the door, winding up in a console room that could never fit inside the seemingly small exterior of the police box without some serious dimensional shifting. It was a wide space, well-lit, but definitely not the room the two new arrivals were used to.

Here, they'd finally find this other Doctor the other crew members have told them so much about. And with any luck, they'll have some answers too.

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DOCTORS [Closed]

[fantastix]

"He's redecorated. I don't like it."

Splendid way to start a conversation, wassn't it? Well, he had to be cranky about something. And the jarring lights and wide spaces were the most obvious change.

There were also parts scattered across the floor, probably signs of the mess that was made here. They'll have to ask about those.

Re: DOCTORS [Closed]

[makeherblue]

Hearing your own voice tended to bring you running. Well, not running per say, but maybe jogging and definitely something a bit faster than a sedate stroll. He recognized the voice without having to see the ears or the hair (make that lack of hair). The Doctor poked his head out from the railing on the second floor of the control console, peeking out and ah, there he was - Another Him, surveying his TARDIS and of course he focused on the negatives because he remembered being a bit...sour like that.

Granted he did have a reason.

The Doctor might as well get this over with. "Of course I redecorated. Fresh start, fresh wallpaper! You know how we are on change and really, it's not that bad."

He came bounding down the stairs, pulling off his welder's goggles and letting them dangle around his neck as he came closer. This Doctor had those hard lines in his face, ones that honestly, he suspected he'd regenerated with from the start and even the ears couldn't off-set those. The Doctor smiled and let his younger self take him in. Enjoy that nice long look of how cool you'll look in the future, Doctor, because it was that sort of thing that would impress all your future friends.

[lastgallifreyan]

For the first (and, in all likelihood, the last) time, the two Doctors were in complete agreement.

"Why would he redecorate?" the Doctor exclaimed, stepping inside immediately after his younger self. The reason became obvious when he caught sight of the resident Doctor. He hadn't worn a bowtie for years. For a good reason. No one with a sense of style wore a bowtie! Still, he had to ask the question. "Why would you redecorate? The other theme was fine. A classic. And why would anyone want a glass floor?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He hopped up to the second floor and the central column, resting his hand on the glass. She was alive, she was definitely alive, but she was also silent. Dormant, even. What had this 'Stacy' done to his TARDIS?

Visiting Hours [Open]

[fantastix]

Once that's hashed out, the three have a bit of cleaning up to do. Hopefully some old and new faces will come to help! The door's carefully guarded, though. Visitors will have to answer a few questions.

River Song

[hullo_sweetie]

River's never had problems accessing the TARDIS before, but now suddenly this hush-hush meeting was going on and she actually resented not being a part of it. Then again, she supposed three Doctors in one location would make for too easy of a target - what was that? Why had she thought of them as a target? Strange. She'd meant to imply that teasing them all at once and flaunting her spoilers would be too easy with them all together.

"Can I come in now or are you boys going to build a pillow fort and play truth-or-dare?"

(feel free to threadjack, Docs!)

[fantastix]

"You're just in time for spin the bottle!"

This Doctor opens the door for her, clearly unhappy about something or other. It was that name vote, wasn't it. Why can't he be 'the Doctor'? He's the freshest, clearly it should be his title.

"Or maybe it's hide and seek. Keeping track of 'em's been a horrible time."

Eleven's puttering round post-meet-up

[makeherblue]

Unlike his younger self (selves), this Doctor isn't guarding the TARDIS doors. Instead he's strung out a dizzying array of wires and cables outside the door and is fiddling with them outside. He wouldn't say he's exactly banished from the TARDIS but he understands that his younger versions might need some to poke around and get used to how amazingly brilliant all the changes were, excepting the bog and the...rogue library. He was going to get to that, really.

For now the Doctor is pretending to pretend to look busy, possibly eavesdropping for any sign the two Doctors are changing anything on him. They'll get used to it. It's a better desktop in his opinion. Much more roomy than coral, less eyeblindingly white compared to the old old one. Better overall!

[Open]

[monster_san]

Fuu had wanted to return to the TARDIS and its crew for some little while after the disaster with SHODAN, in order to thank them for their hospitality during the attack. Without its shelter--and resources--she doubted that she would have come through the battles with as little injury as she had.

But just saying 'thank you' didn't quite seem adequate, so she had held off untl she thought of something more substantial. Which she had: she came bearing an oragami butterfly made out of red paper.

She stopped when she saw the young man working on the phonebox's wiring. She didn't recognize him, but she hadn't had a chance to meet any of its crew in the chaos. "Excuse me, are you one of the people who mans this--" What was it? A ship? A facility? "--construct?"

[hullo_sweetie]

River noticed him off to the side and once the other two Doctors were done questioning her, not that they'd get many straight answers from her - she was notoriously good at avoiding their questions - she wandered over to his side. It was almost like she could tell from his posture alone that he was feeling awkward. Plus he was fidgeting and trying to look busy when he really wasn't.

"Pretty boy, the ears, and the bowtie. Yes, I quite like those for your code names." River's here to make it all better, darling.

Re: Visiting Hours [Open]

[splendid_roman]

Ian had offered to come and help, so he did. Well, he knocked at the door, since he didn't have a key.

[fantastix]

The wide-eared one was taking his crack at guarding the door. He strode right up to it, ready to be the gatekeeper of this house-cleaning madness.

"Who's there?"

Re: Visiting Hours [Open]

[first_in_time]

When Barbara found the TARDIS in the hangar, it was strangely warm. A curious fact which she didn't remember from before, and it had niggled and picked at the back of her mind for quite some time. Now that there were Doctors and others making their way to the little blue box, Barbara figured that she might get an answer. Of course, that was wishful thinking. The most she'd probably get would be half an answer and some kind of nonsensical riddle.

Oh well.

She tried the doors and found that they were locked. Strange. So with a balled up fist, Miss Wright knocked upon the door and stood back to wait patiently.

[fantastix]

"Who's there?"

He'll be asking this question quite a bit, it seems.

[bonnypiperlad]

Not too long after that, one of those old faces does in fact come by, hesitating in front of the TARDIS's doors. Jamie glances down at the key in his hand - the key Eleven had given him, once upon a time. It seems like a lifetime ago some days, when it had been just the two of them about (not counting anyone in GLaDOS's clutches), and no Master using him to gain access.

Maybe not all the damage after had been entirely his fault, not with what happened during Lirath - and whatever the robots had done in their own attack on the place. But at least part of what happened here had been. There were still bound to be some questions he'd have to answer, uncomfortable as they may be. And he didn't feel quite right using the key at the moment. So, instead, he curls his fingers around it and lifts the opposite hand to knock on the door.

"Doctor? Are ye about?"

You okay with threadjacking? I don't want to hog everyone.

[fantastix]

"Yup! Hello, Jamie."

Some of the cheerfulness is forced, but he's trying. Progress is slower than he'd like. "Did you find Victoria?"

A Fox Appears

[imgonnaflyhigh]

Tails hoped beyond hope that it was here somewhere. It just HAD to be. He'd spent the better part of a day flying in between ships in the massive hangar, hoping to catch some sign of that familiar red paint, those wings, that propeller, but so far nothing.

Sure, a biplane might be a weird thing to find in a spaceship hangar, but no more weird than what Tails found instead: A blue phone booth that said POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX on it. What the heck...?

Flying towards it, Tails landed and took a look around the outside. Was there someone inside it? The lights were on. Maybe they were on the phone? If so, Tails just waited outside. When they came out, he'd have to ask them why there was a phone booth in the middle of the hangar.

[fantastix]

His eldest self and River were taking an awfully long time out there. This one had to see what was going on. He poked his head out the door, rather surprised to see a two-tailed fox waiting there. Just waiting there, not helping the others or anything. That was new.

"Are you lost?"

Re: Visiting Hours [Open]

[notamoron]

And then this happened.

There was a knocking at the door. Accompanied by a fairly annoying sounding voice.

"Hello? Is anyone in there? Hello? It's fairly urgent, so why don't you just... open up this door?"

First Lash then the others | All Doctors welcome.

[thewunderkind]

The Wunderkind had been on her way back to working on enhancing her neoneotank when the familiar blue box caught her eye again. Remembering Jamie's words that, no, it really wasn't a fancy blue lavatory or a telephone booth like she'd so thought for the longest time, but rather some sort of magical scientific wonderland (at least for someone like her), she walked up and began to touch the walls. It sounded pretty hallow and...locked, darn.

"Still looks way too blue for me..." she commented out loud.

She made so much noise listening for the echo inside, it probably sounded like knocking for anyone inside.

And Problems [Closed]

[fantastix]

There's one more visitor, apparently. What could possibly go wrong?

I... may or may not know yet what Plan B actually is. >.>

[syncopath]

The TARDIS seems to be in even worse repair since the last time the Master was here. Which, in its own pathetic way, is impressive. The Time Lord skulks along the halls of what should, by all rights, have been his by now; how he managed to get in is his own little secret.

If the TARDIS were his, he reflects while rummaging through one of the storage areas for spare parts, he'd have left that rotting meatship eons ago, with or without the Doctor. Left the universe to its fate. As it is the Doctor's learned long ago to lock her controls.

Which is why, while the Doctors and their pets are distracted by their little meeting, the Master is enacting Plan B.

[theprophet]

Interesting. Very interesting.

Tarrant looked around for the owner of the police box, then began to dip into the invisible currents of fae that suffused the ship. Questing. Curious for information, as always.

After all, if no one was here, no one could complain about him ferreting out a few secrets, could they?

[makeherblue]

The Doctor is most definitely not banished from the TARDIS - he's just...temporarily giving the two Him's some space to explore, that's all. He wanders around pretending to look busy. It's not terribly hard to wander right into someone else who seems to be doing the same thing -- that or a snoop, which amounts to the same thing anyway -- and the Doctor catches himself before he bowls their visitor over.

"Impressive, I know," the Doctor is shameless. He sticks out his hand. "Hi! The Doctor. Don't think I've seen you knocking about Stacy before!"

Team TARDIS vs. The Loudness in the Library

[fantastix]

Everyone's heard those thumps, right? Those ominous, terrible thumps of loudness coming from their library of books?

It's time they confront it. Armed with their knives, their flashlights, and their wits, this little group is ready to take back that room for their own.

"Right, so, here's the plan," the Doctor explains, wincing at the sound of a thump and rustling of pages. "They're books, right? We can fight 'em. Might have to burn a few pages, but I want that room back."

[lastgallifreyan]

The Doctor liked books. He'd always liked books. Words were powerful things, whether they were written or spoken. Words changed the world. The idea of burning the library's collection, which had been built up over centuries and centuries, didn't sit well with him. Even if they'd only be burned in self defense.

"That's the plan?" He didn't look particularly impressed. "That's not a plan. That's ... that's a statement!"