mr_grumpyface: (two worlds pressed together)
2010-04-27 10:31 pm

RP with [livejournal.com profile] anybodyneedme

Setting coordinates on the TARDIS was an art. Anyone could call it a science, they could put anything they wanted into books and manuals, but to truly fly a TARDIS properly, one had to have the passion, the muse, the pure fire that came with a love of travel.

They also needed a hand brake, which the Doctor just accidentally pulled out of the TARDIS during a spot of high turbulence.

"This isn't going to be pretty!" he called over the console, working to initiate an air-brakes procedure that he hadn't actually managed before. It couldn't be that hard, though. Could it?

"Hold on!" He tugged a few more switches, and the TARDIS landed, roughly, about where he wanted.

"There! That wasn't so bad!"