Who: Metacrisis Doctor, Open What: The Metacrisis Doctor finds himself swept away from home to ... well, home. When: July 26, afternoon Where: Pete's World, then the Millennium Plaza in Cardiff Rating: TBD (Most likely suitable for all ages barring acts of Jack) Status: Open, in progress
The Doctor had been fiddling with the TARDIS quite often as of late. She was very nearly grown, and he found the closer she came to maturity, the more he time he took off of work to keep an eye on her and make certain that her systems were coming along as they should. She'd begun to add rooms in the last week, with the first of course being her control room. What's more, her tastes seemed to be following the pattern set by her mother. She'd adopted the coral theme all on her own, and for an exterior shell, she'd come up with what else but a blue 1960s police box.
Very soon, the Doctor knew, the fledgling TARDIS would be ready for her first trip. The question was, when? Waiting for the right moment was a bit like waiting for a young bird to decide to leave the nest. There was no precise schedule, particularly when the TARDIS in question had been grown using a heretofore untested procedure. He checked the readouts once again to be certain the young ship was still doing well, and beamed when they came back not only positive, but nearly ready for a small jump through space and time.
"Rose!" he called through the open doors. "You said something about fish and chips for lunch, didn't you? What do you think of taking the TARDIS? I think she's ready for her first trip. It'll be good for her. A quick jump down to the pub after the lunch crowd's gone and then back here again. What do you say?"
Before Rose could answer, however, the readouts went wild. The TARDIS doors slammed shut. A familiar sound echoed from her core, and without the Doctor doing a thing, she dematerialized.
"What?" he exclaimed, stock still with shock for a moment. Of course. His TARDIS just had to take after her mother. He rolled his eyes as he dove for the controls, trying to get a read on where and when his rebellious ship was going and convince her to go back home, thank you very much.
It took the Doctor a good few minutes, but he finally coaxed the TARDIS to rematerialize. "Bad TARDIS," he scolded. "Very, very bad. Don't make a habit of this." He shook his head and strode toward the doors. Rose was going to be cross with him for disappearing like that.
Only, when he opened the doors, it wasn't onto the room he'd expected, the same room where the TARDIS had been left to mature for years, now. It was onto Cardiff. Just outside the Millenium Center. The Doctor looked up, squinting at the bright sun overhead. There were no zeppelins in the sky.
Well then. It looked as though the young TARDIS was rather more like her mother than he'd thought.