Shuttle/Docking Bay [1]

[deep_space_final]

This is your standard shuttlebay and/or docking station. Going somewhere? Coming from somewhere? Here's where you can come and go, leave your ships, and the like.

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[madmaninabox]

This is one of those places he didn't mean to go -- but then, he doesn't mean to go much of anywhere, not these days. He's happy to drift, let the TARDIS drive.

After all, he might stumble upon something interesting. Who knows?

As always, the TARDIS doesn't land so much as materialize: there's a wind in the docking station, and then a whooshing, humming, clanging. The police box fades into view in time with the pulses of sound, until, with a low bong, it's fully materialized.

There's a pause, and then the door opens with a little creak. The Doctor pokes his head out, craning his neck to try and find the ceiling before he steps through, and neatly closes the door behind him.

[forsoothforsure]

There hasn't been much, so far, that's struck Loki as particularly unusual. All right, great, a space station. That's pretty cool. It's also fairly clever, how no one seems to know how they'd gotten here except for the people who just stare blankly like you're crazy. Good trick, whoever'd done it.

It hadn't been him. He's being good, he swears!

But the blue box, materializing out of thin air--that's exciting. Loki's sitting on a pile of cargo, one leg swinging down, as the door opens and a very old young person pokes his head out. Loki cocks his head.

"You don't look much like the fuzz," he observes cheerfully.

[madmaninabox]

The Doctor looks toward the child, still with a serene little smile on his face. "Fuzz? No."

"You don't look much like a crewman," he counters just as lightly, as he steps away from the TARDIS, "so what're you doing on those cargo boxes?"

[forsoothforsure]

"I asked you first," he says, even though he hadn't really. But it had been implied. "Besides, I'm not the one being weird. Unless... people don't sit, where you come from?" Loki's eyes widen. "Is there something wrong with your backsides? Do you have one?"

[madmaninabox]

"At least one, I think." The Doctor takes a step closer, volleying his next question back like a ping-pong ball: "What's so weird about landing my spaceship?"

[forsoothforsure]

"Landing," Loki says. "Is that what you call it? How disappointing." He hops lightly down from the boxes, hands behind his back. "If I had a phone booth that appeared out of thin air, I'd definitely come up with a better word than that."

[madmaninabox]

The Doctor takes a step to the side. Trying to start a good old game of Walking Round Each Other in a Circle.

"Like what?"