» he's like fire and ice and rage. (time_lord) wrote in aternaville, @ 2009-04-06 03:32:00 |
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There wasn't much of a decision to be made, once they departed the restaurant it seemed the natural choice to return to the ship. It was familiar to the both of them, a small comfort to be afforded and Rose's home away from home. The little mysteries of Aternaville would have to wait for at least one night, as neither of them felt particularly adventurous at present. There were too many things ahead of them, and the Doctor imagined they had experienced enough dramatics for one day.
The TARDIS doors creaked open when he shouldered past them, the dim light inside barely reaching past the entrance in welcome. The ship was still running on auxiliary power, and so the familiar whir and whoosh of the old girl's life breath was incredibly faint, almost indistinct once his sneakers touched the grating with a metal shudder in protest to the new weight.
The Doctor glanced over his shoulder to regard the blond following in his wake with a rueful expression. “Afraid it's not much of a homecoming,” he said quietly, and the TARDIS seemed to glow in response, a few quick pulses of green and blue fluorescence that let him know she was pleased with the visitor he'd returned with. “She took quite a beating on the way in, I've had to reconfigure the power to its auxiliary setting, at least until I can pull my sleeves up and set to work on the console,” he murmured, carefully brushing his fingertips across the bronze piping on the wall. "Careful," he reminded, stepping over a felled support rail that now lay haphazard upon the floor. He was pointedly not considering the negative alternative, and that was whether or not the ship would need parts in order to be travel ready again, because he was fairly certain thousand year old Time Lord technology wouldn't be available at the local hardware store.