realityshifted | four; puttin' on the ritz

[So apparently the Doctor decided to redesign her TARDIS's interior dimensions while recovering from A Nameless Illness That Shall Remain Unnamed. Of course, in retrospect, she ought to've left that until she was actually 100% because you can't expect genius otherwise.

So basically she made a pig's ear of most of it and has to redo from scratch. That's all right, though, because it gave her a firm excuse to drop off on several planets to pick up components, which naturally led to several cups of tea with interesting people, and also the foiling of a few alien plots.

All in all, a pleasant endeavor. Only the TARDIS has gotten a little more vocal than the Doctor would like about her preferences for her interior dimensions, to the point where she can hardly hear herself think. Naturally, then, the Plane is the best choice, and it only takes her a minute upon entry to find a comfortable tree to rest against, and spread her papers on the ground around her for proper consideration. She quite likes the Cloister Room that Michaelangelo designed, and also Escher's concepts for the general layout. Leonardo da Vinic also has had some really brilliant ideas, but Peitro (25th century illustrator-slash-comedian-slash really brilliant architect) spilled marmalade on it, so that's no good.

It should also be mentioned that the Doctor is wearing a dress, due to a series of events and possibly hijinks. Or maybe it's just her idea of those ratty old shirts and jeans you wear when you're affecting repairs or painting or something. Regardless, it's starting to look a bit stained (grass-stained mostly, though, so that's fine). Finally, because of Conventions of Adorably Distracted, she has a smudge of ink on her nose.]

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[wanders over curiously] What are you working on? Foiling an alien plot?

Redecorating, actually.

[Glances up. And beams!] Your experiment's over, I take it?

[raises an eyebrow] Redecorating? ...oh, the TARDIS? Really?

Thank god! I don't know how much longer I could've stood that.

Really. Seemed about time for a change.

How long did it last?

What've you got in mind?

[makes a face] A couple weeks!

[Pushes one of the sketches for the console room towards him.] Something like that, I think.

Whoa, did you draw this?

I consulted on the design.

With who?

This one was - [glances at the page] - da Vinci.

[raises an eyebrow at her] As in, Leonardo? He's been in the TARDIS?

Not exactly. But we did have a nice chat.

Like, "If you had a machine that's bigger on the inside than the out, what would you want it to look like?"

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[Braxiatel (who pops up rather silently from behind the tree, because he is a ninja or a whacking-mole that way) gives a thoughtful 'hmm' looking at the papers]

When I said you should take up a companion, I don't think I meant for you to ask famous artists to do conceptual designs for your time ship.

[Fffff she is not surprised. At all.]

But a good idea regardless.

[still examining the papers from over her shoulder] Not particularly, no. Escher's will make your associates dizzy.

[ooc; Cannae. Am busy suddenly deciding to watch it due to Stephen Fry]

[You're just going to make her huffy. ._.]

I quite like that one, actually.

And I'm sure you'll quite like humans vomiting all over your beautifully redecorated time ship's interior, as well.

[ooc; I quite fear the Alice stories anyway, so I live in great dilemma.]

[SULK SULK SULK.]

[Sulk.]

Don't sulk, Thete. It isn't very flattering. You're looking somewhat better, by the way. [the end of the sentence almost lifts, like there is an unasked question there]

Did I look all that terrible before?

[...This is probably one of those 'on second thought, don't answer that' questions, in retrospect.]

[gently, but with resolve] You looked in need of some assistance.

Mm.

[Non-committal-ness ftw.

Also, glancing over one of the Michaelangelo designs now, thank you.]

You really should be more careful with your marmalade.

It wasn't mine, actually.

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