#follow!thread

+doctorihardlyknowher

For a being over a thousand years old, and twelve different lives, the Gallifreyan still acted much like a child at certain times, which at this point had been causing the smallest bit of mayhem with help of the Sonic Screwdriver. There already was a hint of crimson on the woman's cheeks from all the laughing, having put the device back in her jean's pocket, alongside with her hand, the left one going through her blonde hair once as the Time Lady calmed herself with deep breaths. 

She walked backwards for a few steps, still watching the scenario from far away, before turning around and almost colliding with someone but stopping quick enough and backing a fair distance away, smile still on her face as a quick "Sorry.", was her response to it. Nonetheless, after actually paying attention for a second, her brows furrowed slightly in almost confusion. With both hands in her pockets now, the Gallifreyan tilted her head slightly to the right, her amused expression never fading. 

+ofbowtiesandjammiedodgers

There were wonderful books, and then there were those that make you question how someone could even write such ridiculous things. Seated on the bench, if one would call it such, next to the centered controls with her left elbow on her knee to have her head lazily resting on her open palm, said book was hold in her right, though the Gallifreyan long stopped to pay actual attention to the words written on those pages. It had become boring about an hour ago, which really had the Doctor wonder why she was even still sitting there with it. Of course, traveling somewhere was always an option, but the motivation was rather low right now.

Being used to the silence inside her TARDIS, it was rather sudden and also confusing to hear footsteps. Not from the door, but as though the sound slowly faded in from somewhere else, close to the controls. Looking up without actually moving her head from the comfy position of leaning on her palm, her brows furrowed at the sight of someone actually being there.

+the-professor-is-in

She squinted her eyes that were locked on the tall box several feet before her. Hands on her hips, the Gallifreyan had an expression of confusion on her face. There was a police box, in a century where there should not be any. A police box that was not her TARDIS, as the Doctor clearly would have known if it was. And to top it off, it was black. Why would anyone paint a police box black? And why was it here? The Time Lady folded both arms across her chest, head tilted slightly to the right, brows still furrowed. 

+gemmalostinstars

It was unexpected. Of course, it always was unexpected when people came into the TARDIS that were not the Doctor's companion or wife. But there was the kind where she had no idea how they got in, and then those she knew but thought would not show up. In fact, the woman did not quite believe it, despite the obvious evidence of that person stepping through the TARDIS' doors. The Gallifreyan remained in the spot she was, standing next to the centered controls, hands on their edge, head turned to the side to look at the newcomer. 

+theworldneedssomeoneclever

There were many reasons why it was good to keep a TARDIS close to you, as well as why not to. But currently it seemed like it had been a very good decision to keep the blue box right around the corner, as well as being able to open the wooden door with a simple snap of the Doctor's fingers, while her left hand already took the key out from her jean's pocket. Sometimes it was really bad to try and impress people with the Sonic Screwdriver. Not always are they amazed, apparently. Quickly stepping inside the TARDIS', she shut the door right behind her, fumbling around with the key to turn it in the lock, exhaling a deep sigh of relief.

Stepping a few feet backwards, the Doctor had a smile on her face. But only until she spun around on her heels while putting both hands in her jean's pockets, eyes quickly finding another person inside the TARDIS. That is all that he was in her mind for a second. A stranger that somehow managed to get inside, but actually paying attention had her notice the Bowtie, another sigh escaping her lips, an expression of almost disappointment on the woman's face, slightly shaking her head.

+spoilersofriversong

"What is it with people and walking into here?", came it shouting from back somewhere in the TARDIS, as the Doctor clearly heard the door’s soft clicking. It was not quite angered, but more the tone of frustration. "It’s a police box from the outside!", with it came steps, as the woman made her way through the ship’s halls. "Who in this century sees a police box and thinks there is a present or something inside?", sometimes it really was  a bad idea to not lock the TARDIS, but then again the Doctor's ship was not one to just let anyone in. So how could anyone even be there? There was no companion she would await, and enemies do not usually just walk in like that. 

Whoever it was would get to be thrown out right away. Not literally of course, but it sounded much better and angrier in the Gallifreyan's head. At least for the short moment in which the thought existed, because the moment she actual came into view of the control room, it did not even take a second to recognize who that bunch of blonde locks belonged to. At this point, the Doctor did not care whether or not River knew this incarnation, for she was much too happy to see the one woman she still called her wife. 

+ihatecarrotjuice

Despite it being fun to visit any planet's marketplace, it also was extremely crowded at times, but still rather fascinating. So many things and people! Of which there sometimes is that one person more curious about the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver than she might like, having the woman sneakily retreat backwards while putting the device into her jacket's inner pocket. At this point, the amount of people was rather fortunate, seeing as how quick the Time Lady was out of view from that curious person, but just as she turned around, she proceeded to slightly bump into someone. That's what she gets for walking backwards without looking. 

+bitings-like-kissing-idris

Even now, this incarnation, boredom was still something the Doctor did not like to mess with. It lacked any fun, adventure and challenge. Just sitting around, or in her case laying, and nothing noting. Besides laying on the few seats that were inside the TARDIS, next to the controls, and staring at the ceiling, occasionally sighing or even yawning. This was terrible. Motivation was gone, and yet she wanted to go somewhere. One arm on her stomach, the other hung freely down next to the seats, obviously a product of the Doctor not caring to even move her muscles. Though maybe it would be best to do that. To not move, that is. How did they call it? Relaxing?