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( Cooking!Nine )

Darkness on the scanners, except for the faint, winking lights of faraway stars. They're about as deep in the middle of nowhere as you can get in space, and the only sounds within the TARDIS are the faint, ever-present humming of the ship itself and the shuffle of the Doctor's feet against the empty corridors ( Read more... )

"I didn't order this."

The Doctor looks up from his bowl of pretzel snacks and little crackers and spies a large, faintly glowing drink being placed in front of Mickey. The bartender smiles with all three of her mouths and gestures down the bar. "The, ah-- It said to send it over." The it in question is a medium-sized tank of purple something ( Read more... )

"Doctor... Where are we? Everything's gigantic ( Read more... )