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.

Comments

[theprophet]

Well. It had been quite some time since anyone had called him human. He smiled. "And you're not a human? Thank you for the compliment, all the same. People don't always appreciate what I have to say."

[makeherblue]

"Oh no. No, no, not this time at least. Long story." Depending on your version, Gerald could either get ghost snakes or watches and scarecrows - take your pick. The Doctor waved his hand as if he's swatting away at a fly. "Why? You seem intelligent, reasonable. Although I suppose sometimes there's such a thing as too reasonable..."

The Doctor trailed off, inspecting Gerald and maybe measuring him up to Rory's Reasonable Scale, which is probably a 10 as in Excessive Reasonableness.

[theprophet]

Tarrant gave the Doctor a slight shrug of the shoulders. "Who can say? Maybe they found me too reasonable, as you said. Or maybe not reasonable enough. People can be very difficult to please. Personally, I'd settle for some reliable help."

He'd note the Doctor's not-so-helpful answer for later.

Would it be cool if we wrapped this up in a bit? :3

[makeherblue]

The Doctor was finding it difficult to understand why people wouldn't like Gerald: he seemed just that level of reasonable to him himself and either he was just that good or he was good at giving all the right answers. Still, he had a point. Reliable help was always hard to come by, whether you were on Earth or trying to not get shot by some space pirates or even some space farmers with a bad first impression.

"There's bound to be some on the ship. You can't go wrong with a Scot, I've found."

we can wrap now if you like

[theprophet]

Tarrant smiled. "I'll keep that in mind." Watch out, Jamie.