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[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[This is completely and utterly maddening. One day, the weird blue thing is sitting under a tree, the next day, it's gone. Then she finds it snug against the castle walls, like it had always been there. Then it's gone again and she only happens upon it when she was passing by the duck pond (it seems to have a rather nice view too).

And today, it's just sitting in the middle of the lawn, sticking out like a sore (blue) thumb. She glares at it for a few minutes, before turning and heading out the door. She's gonna find out what the hell that thing is today - even though the last time she tried something like that, she ended up on some EXTREME odd game show.]

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[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

Why?

[not coming any closer. he'll watch from this safe distance, thanks]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[wuss]

It keeps moving around somehow, and I can't figure out the pattern or why. [still circling it carefully.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

Moving? It's just a... [um. a something.] ...box.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That's why it's weird.

[glares at it, arms folded, as if daring it to move.]

Random tag

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

[it doesn't move, but the door might be open just a crack.


...Come on. You know you want to.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[..................................

...Doesn't this always happen in horror stories? And then the protagonists stupidly walk inside anyway?

Glancing at Zuko, and then back at the door.]

I guess somebody knows we're here.

[a half smirk, and she's already lightly pushing on the door. She takes a step back and watches cautiously as the door swings in.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

...Huh?

[okay, maybe coming a little closer now]

Someone's actually in there?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Either that or it's an automatic door programmed to open cree...

[trails off as she sees the inside. And then at the box. And then back inside.

...Looking at you now. Is it really bigger on the inside, or is she just going crazy?]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

What?

[why does this feel like some sort of trick? ...He comes over anyway though, following her gaze inside-- oh.]

...That's not possible. [he says, standing outside a magic castle]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

I guess it can do more than just move. [just a bit dryly

Placing her hand on the outside of the TARDIS, and yup. That's just plain, regular wood. With an impossibly gigantic room inside.

...Well, since nothing has attacked them so far, she takes a step inside, eyes immediately scanning about the place.]

Doot doo doo

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

[Stepping inside, there was nothing that linked the vast room with the simplicity of the worn, blue exterior. The walls were like a mix of plant life and machinery, ambers and golds glowing under soft lights. And, in the center, a circular panel of gadgets and displays gave off a soft glow, green and pulsing.

The room was empty, aside from them, quiet except for the low thrum of mechanics.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[...brb, judging harshly.]

Okay, so we're apparently in some bad sci-fi flick.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[going from staring at the room to looking at her like YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS??]

A what?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

A bad, cliched movie about aliens invading the Earth or whatever.

[heading up the ramp towards the glowing control panel in the middle]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[...another string of words that he does not grasp... at all. Just great. But he follows anyway]

Where are you going? Should we really be in here?

[and not in the "we're not allowed" kind of way. more of the "something horrible is going to happen" kind of way]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Probably not. [having a giant mecha wolf helps with the confidence thing. Try it sometime.

Staring at all the knick knacks and switches on the control panel.]

It's like somebody searched through a dump to find all the stuff with movable parts, and then stuck them together.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[he looks at the panel for a minute, but his attention is drifting elsewhere. Don't mind him as he wanders away, looking for how big this place really is, see where it goes...]

What do you think it is?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[doesn't see anything useful - or intelligible - on the screen, so she follows after you]

...It's not a blue wooden box.

[is a helper, obvsly]

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

[there were hallways branching off from the main room, corridors that seemed to twist and turn until it was hard to remember exactly where you'd been a few minutes before, or what direction you were facing, now.

The first few rooms they'd pass, if they chose to peek inside, were surprisingly normal...sparsely decorated quarters set up for guests. But as they made their way deeper in, the look began to change, and the rooms were getting decidedly stranger (as if rooms in a telephone box weren't strange enough). Leaving the living quarters, one of the next doors they'd open would reveal what seemed to be a giant, walk-in closet. It was filled with clothes...hundreds upon hundreds of outfits. And the variety. There were things from an incredible number of time periods and worlds, from recognizable trends to things so strange that you would only guess they were meant to be worn by association.

Most of the outfits were meant for men, but there were several rows of women's clothing as well.

It was like a theater's dream room, come to life... all the costumes you could ever want for any number of settings.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[a frown at the twisty corridors, but then she spies something absolutely horrible.]

...Is that a fez?

[unless there are preserved celery sticks somewhere?]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

A what? [leaving the sequined monstrosity he was inspecting to come over and see what she was looking at. ...Really, what was a point of a hat so small?]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

A fez. [makes a face, and takes in the rest of the costumes] Who the hell lives here?

[n0secondchances.livejournal.com]

That would be me, actually.

[popping from among the racks(Rassilon only knows where he'd come from), the Doctor strode into site, hands in the pockets of his suit jacket]

She's quite cozy, actually, though apparently she's getting a bit lax with the door latch. [reaching up to stroke his chin in almost feigned concern] I should probably see about that. Can't just have anyone who wants to wandering about the place.... why... you never know who'd pop up? And while I'm all for a bit of the unexpected it can be a bit...well... problematic.

[It's only then that he actually turns to face them, focusing on the two teens with a bit of a frown] So then. Out with it. Who are you?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[oh look. A babbling old guy.]

Then get a guard dog or something.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[yeah, what she said]

Who are you?