my voice drowns deep underground
If one wants to make a tunnel through water, one has a couple of choices: one can construct a tunnel and leave it to bear up itself, or one can go to quite a lot of work to develop and maintain some sort of active technological solution like blasting all the water out of the tunnel space with a lot of air, or sucking it out with a gravity displacer, or so on and so forth in increasingly Goldberg-esque ways.
The same holds true for tunnels through relative dimensions, apparently. So, while the active projection of the TARDIS's chameleon circuit seems to have cut out, the stable conduit leading to her bigger-on-the-inside sub-dimension is still, well, stable.
In a corner of Grant Park, beneath a stand of trees, there's a standing portal which is only visible from a certain perspective; a two-dimensional doorway with a ragged edge that looks almost nothing like the Rifts the rest of the city sports.
This one leads into a TARDIS.
Everything in the TARDIS is quiet and dead; the lights are all off, the consoles are black, and the closed doors show no signs of opening on their own. Some of those doors open onto pure conceptual nothingness. That, combined with the alien-ness of the TARDIS's design, does not make that interior a very hospitable place.
Nor, one imagines, does the pervasive sense of psychic unease tingeing the entire area.
Even so, at this moment, there's nothing whatsoever to stop someone from walking inside...
{{OOC: This post will be open throughout the Plagues - basically, until technology starts working again. Feel free to date tags to any posted day of plagues. Also feel free to treat it as a party thread; the TARDIS's sensors aren't exactly working, so it may take her a while to notice people wandering around. ...though your characters will probably pick up on a lot of distressed psychic muttering in languages they can't understand. People wandering about in the TARDIS can easily get lost. They can also pick up stuff the Doctor might have found, though most of it will probably be nonfuctional and who can tell what it'll do anyway. Or they could, I don't know, steal clothes from the wardrobe, or something. ...assuming the TARDIS doesn't freak out about unidentified finite life forms crawling around in her innards and accidentally drive them insane...}}
The same holds true for tunnels through relative dimensions, apparently. So, while the active projection of the TARDIS's chameleon circuit seems to have cut out, the stable conduit leading to her bigger-on-the-inside sub-dimension is still, well, stable.
In a corner of Grant Park, beneath a stand of trees, there's a standing portal which is only visible from a certain perspective; a two-dimensional doorway with a ragged edge that looks almost nothing like the Rifts the rest of the city sports.
This one leads into a TARDIS.
Everything in the TARDIS is quiet and dead; the lights are all off, the consoles are black, and the closed doors show no signs of opening on their own. Some of those doors open onto pure conceptual nothingness. That, combined with the alien-ness of the TARDIS's design, does not make that interior a very hospitable place.
Nor, one imagines, does the pervasive sense of psychic unease tingeing the entire area.
Even so, at this moment, there's nothing whatsoever to stop someone from walking inside...
{{OOC: This post will be open throughout the Plagues - basically, until technology starts working again. Feel free to date tags to any posted day of plagues. Also feel free to treat it as a party thread; the TARDIS's sensors aren't exactly working, so it may take her a while to notice people wandering around. ...though your characters will probably pick up on a lot of distressed psychic muttering in languages they can't understand. People wandering about in the TARDIS can easily get lost. They can also pick up stuff the Doctor might have found, though most of it will probably be nonfuctional and who can tell what it'll do anyway. Or they could, I don't know, steal clothes from the wardrobe, or something. ...assuming the TARDIS doesn't freak out about unidentified finite life forms crawling around in her innards and accidentally drive them insane...}}