Meet the TARDIS
Sadly I do not own any of these peoples, places names or anything… But one day they shall all be MINE…MWA-HAH-HAH-HAH!!!!!!!!
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Martha thought the ride to the Globe theatre could have gone smoother, despite the Doctors promises that everything was just fine. She sat on the battered seats, drinking in the abnormality of the control room, the bizarre, futuristic panelling, and the wavy curvature of the support structures. Abruptly, Martha stood up, and walked towards a pair of double doors that melded in perfectly with the interior of the TARDIS. Tentatively, she placed a hand on the door, and to her surprise found it melted through, as though warm water was playing over her hand. She swallowed briefly and stepped through, and found herself in a long corridor, with rooms on either side. Suddenly, the corridor shortened and contorted until she found herself standing in front of another portal. She decided to call them looking glass doors, and now knew exactly what to do. She inhaled deeply, and boldly strode though the reflective surface, enjoying the feeling of warm rain on her skin. She entered into a tastefully furnished bedroom, with a feather bed tucked away behind a partition wall. Further exploration into the room revealed a bathroom that was luxuriously decorated in marble, and a wardrobe that was, in itself, a miniature TARDIS; it expanded and contracted at her apparent whim, calling forth outfits that she desired.
And not a thank you to be heard, though? Enquired a quizzical, curious voice in her head. The voice had a singsong quality, lilting, yet with no discernible accent. "Doctor?" Martha called out, suddenly concerned by this strange voice. Don't worry, Martha. This was definitely the Doctors voice. It's just the TARDIS. She wants to know if everything is all right. Martha spoke in a halting voice; somewhat unnerved by the fact the ship could speak to her. "It's, err…. It's all very nice, umm…. Ms…. Miss…" She ended rather lamely, not daring to speak in case she offended the ship. Warm, appreciative laughter filled her head as the TARDIS chuckled at her attempts at thanks. The previous assistant ran screaming into the control room when I first spoke to her. She was looking for the kitchen. Martha frowned, puzzled by this new revelation. "How big is this ship? It makes no sense whatsoever, this containing all these rooms. Including a kitchen." Again the TARDIS laughed, the burbling sound echoing in her head. It contains three kitchens, but I can make more if you wish. And there's no need to talk out loud. I can hear you talk in your mind if you wish me to. Martha shook her head fervently, informing the TARDIS that she was quite happy talking out loud. She began to make her steady way back to the control room, conversing frequently with the ship on the way. As she neared the control room, the Doctor walked out of another room, and smiled at her, unnervingly white teeth glinting in the odd, alien lighting of the TARDIS' interior. "Enjoying your stay, so far, Miss Jones?" he enquired pleasantly, smoothing down his blue suit. She glared at him and strode into the control through the portal. I like her. Very feisty though. You have developed a taste for feisty ones though haven't you-"Shut up, TARDIS. Or I will make you do the spiny thing you have never done since that gruelling business three centuries," said the Doctor, grinning roguishly. "I take it you've not forgotten that?" The TARDIS replied sulkily: Fine. But I still think that you two will get along like a house on fire…Two houses on fire, perhaps… "Alright, the, you asked for it…"