((Locked to
thenigothigh &
fearlessncold))
[There is a sound, an otherworldly grinding of gears, and somewhere just off camp a blue box begins to fade in and out of existance, like a shutter going off. Once the TARDIS is solid, the doors are flung open with a creak, and a young-ish looking man in a tweed jacket and a bowtie stumbles out, an excited expression on his face
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