A bit more than an existential crisis.

[alt_tardis]

The TARDIS exists.

This would not normally be worthy of note, except that for an indeterminate amount of time... she didn't. And not in the usual not-extant-at-these-temporal-coordinates way, because that's perfectly normal for her, but in the ceased to exist way

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[dr_shaw]

Liz's resolution to not use her shield lasted for around... a day.

But she's being sensible this time, honest.

Besides it's hardly like she can help it, the shield just sprung up the moment she walked into the lobby.

It had good reason to, the Doctor evidently wasn't kidding about the TARDIS being here... and apparently it's working quite well.

Liz is stunned to say the least.

[alt_tardis]

Oddly enough, most of the people in the lobby have taken off. The TARDIS notices someone come in, scans the newcomer, and pauses for a split second to dump :: you == {continuous} && universe == {continuous} && time(local) == {CONTINUOUS} && SPACE(local) == CONTINUOUS && {me} != {CONTINUOUS} && ?? && ?? && ?? && ?? :: directly into her brain.

She really just wants to know what's going on.

[dr_shaw]

Usually Liz wouldn't hear all that much but now...

It appears that the shield has several interesting, physic shaped side effects going on that makes the entire boatload of information rather hurt.

"Ouch! That hurt..." Liz frowns and straightens slightly "Continuous... existence? But of course you exist, don't you?"

Liz has a brain that only forms after a year around aliens, usually only after a year with a Doctor shaped alien.

[alt_tardis]

:: !{CONTINUOUS!} !{CONTINUOUS!} INSTANCE{PLURAL}{ISOLATED} == !{CONTINUOUS!} ::, she cries, turning into a monolith and executing a hopping pirouette before rippling uncertainly into an abanoned chip stand, then a pillar, then a bush.

Good luck, Dr. Shaw. The TARDIS is hard enough to understand when she's not panicking.

[withpockets]

A Time Lady exists.

This is actually not worthy of note, except for the fact that she's one of two Time Ladies in this universe, and the other one is sort of a bitch. And scary.

Donna, of course, picks up on the psychic machine code pretty quickly, and (once she realizes she's not getting lost again or anything) comes storming out to the lobby from her room.

"Alright!" she says, rather forcefully. "Who's doing that?"

It's not until after she speaks that she notices the TARDIS hopping around the room.

Her jaw drops a bit and she just sort of... stares. This is quite unexpected.

[alt_tardis]

The TARDIS continues her mad caper around the room, not pausing to register the existence of a Doctor-specied individual. That doesn't mean she doesn't register Donna; she just doesn't pause to do it.

:: 'outside observer' wrt Time{linear} ! request(define) process{noncontinuous} ∈ time{linear}{this} ; 'please'! ::

There are no other TARDISes or unbound Timamines here. A Time Lord is almost as good.

[withpockets]

Donna's expression doesn't change much. It shifts from shocked to completely baffled (and a little pained, because... OW).

"Could you not be so loud?" she asks, a little snappily. "I don't have any bloody idea what you're on about!"

[alt_tardis]

:: concept{volume} != relevant ::, she mutters. :: {me} != {CONTINUOUS} ?? ; is.issue{relevant} !! ::

She bounds over an armchair, is unable to check her momentum, and careens into a wall just as she morphs into... a wall. It's rather surreal.