β :: video :: day
[Whether the video is intentional or not is anyone's guess. But what is' of, is a big, blue box. A 1950's Police Box, to be precise, doors shut, simply standing there on it's own. Or not on it's own, as there is one rather curious looking .. whatever you call her. Idris, Sexy, the TARDIS. She may have the PORTAL on, but she's certainly not paying it any attention.
Instead, she's smoothing her hand across the side of the wooden box, winding her way around it once, lips tugging further and further up as she does. Only when she reaches the front again does she lift a hand, snap her fingers. But nothing happens, not even a little, and from the sudden frown put upon her, that wasn't how it was supposed to go.]
What's the matter with you? Why don't you-- Oh.
[Scowl abandoned, she reaches for the door, tugs it out the way to .. a rather dark interior. No lights, no sound- but from what can be seen; the glint of metal, light reaching much further in than any normal sort of box should go. She steps up, as if to enter, but instead finally turns her attention to the PORTAL's camera.]
No one's home. [An explanation. The only one, actually, before she ends the feed.]
Instead, she's smoothing her hand across the side of the wooden box, winding her way around it once, lips tugging further and further up as she does. Only when she reaches the front again does she lift a hand, snap her fingers. But nothing happens, not even a little, and from the sudden frown put upon her, that wasn't how it was supposed to go.]
What's the matter with you? Why don't you-- Oh.
[Scowl abandoned, she reaches for the door, tugs it out the way to .. a rather dark interior. No lights, no sound- but from what can be seen; the glint of metal, light reaching much further in than any normal sort of box should go. She steps up, as if to enter, but instead finally turns her attention to the PORTAL's camera.]
No one's home. [An explanation. The only one, actually, before she ends the feed.]