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Spring Cleaning, Round 2 [Backdated to just after podpop]
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.
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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The Doctor nods. Yes, monists and pirates and rebels and never-do-wells probably have that sort of effect on an AI not ready for that sort of thing. Stacy strikes him as the sort to be very by the book, as by the book as an AI can be, and that was before you counted in the fact she might have three plus other AIs vying for control.
“And that’s even assuming she’ll let anyone get close enough to do repairs these days.” The Doctor lowered his voice, as if he was talking about Stacy’s unfortunate choice in decorating. “She seems like the grumpy sort, you know. So! Repairs won’t do it. Nudges and pokes – I’ve found – tend to be just the thing in situations like this.”
Also jiggery-pokery but since Fuu looks like a human, he probably shouldn’t assume she knows anything about that or has a degree or even a Jiggery Pokery Proficiency Certificate, if she’s anything like Jamie McCrimmon.
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"From what I've read, I think the Warden personality would definitely qualify as 'grumpy,'" she said with one of those awkwardness-covering smiles. "But at least I can understand that principle from program coding. Usually it's the smallest-looking errors that are the most frustrating, so it's often counterproductive if you drastically change things."