24th go-round. Gallifreyan Time Lord (or Lady, if you like). 6,100 years old, unless I’m lying.
Traveling time and space in my Sexy TARDIS. I’m not Irish, I just sound it.
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Sexy’s engines shudder and the cloister bell tolls as the Doctor ballets around the console barefooted in a classy LBD. Tapping buttons and flipping levers, the Time Lady rolls her green eyes at her TARDIS’s protests. The console sparks and smokes before the wayward Gallifreyan manages to land Sexy on Mount Olympus.
The Doctor sticks her head out of the doorway of her blue police box and grins at seeing @Hermes and @JessicaLaren.
“Oi, you two! It’s my birthday and you’re invited to my party.”>
@TheDoctor > time machine to respond with a shuddering groan and a flicker of the remaining lights.
“Well...” The Doctor turns towards the doors, that universally known ‘POLICE BOX’ sign overhead. “Shake it off, Doctor. Whatever is beyond those doors, let’s make it a good last run, yeah?”
With a snap of her fingers, the doors swing open.
The rogue Time Lord wakes on the floor of the console room to the sound of Cloister Bells. As she gets up, the Doctor flinches at the spray of sparks from the control panels. On the lower deck, a few fires burn and some of the lights are blown out.
Suddenly, an explosion outside rumbles through the TARDIS, shaking the walls. The Doctor winces and stumbles over to the console, a soothing hand caressing the edge.
“Oh, my dear Sexy... We both knew this day would come.” This remark prompts the >