Who do these foreign chappies think they are? (The typist will stop soon, she swears)
Who: The TARDIS,
Fandom: Doctor Who
Type: AU: Seek Not To Alter Me
Notes: Post is completely open for as long as you can still get at it. Feel free to spam and do whatever you'd like.
Within the embassy, settled in a comfortable spot near the entrance, sits a blue police box. A fair few folk may recognize the thing as the ship of a particular time traveling alien but the woman hovering near it might not raise quite the same reaction.
The TARDIS smiles though, her projected self moving away from the box and stepping towards what some may recognize as a welcome desk.
"If anyone requires them," she says cheerfully to those who might be around, "the workers here have provided pamphlets. Actually, they've generated pamphlets, maps, forms and a surprising amount of paperwork, but the pamphlets contain basic information.
She looks down at the desk, picking up one of the various forms and thumbing through it. "I'd suggest avoiding the workers themselves if you can, they seem to be... busy. The place itself is quite nice though! At least if my analysis is correct."
Setting down the pages she moves behind the desk, settling down in the chair and resting her hands on the table.
It seems that she has decided to play welcome committee. Oh well, at least it wasn't the Master.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Type: AU: Seek Not To Alter Me
Notes: Post is completely open for as long as you can still get at it. Feel free to spam and do whatever you'd like.
Within the embassy, settled in a comfortable spot near the entrance, sits a blue police box. A fair few folk may recognize the thing as the ship of a particular time traveling alien but the woman hovering near it might not raise quite the same reaction.
The TARDIS smiles though, her projected self moving away from the box and stepping towards what some may recognize as a welcome desk.
"If anyone requires them," she says cheerfully to those who might be around, "the workers here have provided pamphlets. Actually, they've generated pamphlets, maps, forms and a surprising amount of paperwork, but the pamphlets contain basic information.
She looks down at the desk, picking up one of the various forms and thumbing through it. "I'd suggest avoiding the workers themselves if you can, they seem to be... busy. The place itself is quite nice though! At least if my analysis is correct."
Setting down the pages she moves behind the desk, settling down in the chair and resting her hands on the table.
It seems that she has decided to play welcome committee. Oh well, at least it wasn't the Master.