Madman With a Box [ A madman with a box without a box is just...a madman. Well, that won't do. Oh, he's more than comfortable referring to himself as a madman, but it's the lack of a box — his sexy blue box — that has him going madder than he's ever been, more lost than he's ever felt. She'll find him, she always does, or he'll find her, but for the moment he's trapped, and rebuilding her in the vast expanse of his mind is a comfort, at the very least.
He hasn't had as much experience with the Horizon as others, naturally, but he's quick to adjust and settle in to the unique facets of this landscape in his mind. The ability to conjure his TARDIS in some way is better than being completely alone, at least, and he's eager to share with others who might venture this way.
On the outside, the TARDIS will appear to be nothing more than an ordinary old blue police box; oh, but she's so much more, so much grander, so much better than anyone could possibly imagine. In the infinite grandeur of the Doctor's own mind, he's able to recollect all the most important and even minute details. Stepping outside for a moment, he fondly rubs a hand over the exterior doors, a pleased smile on his face. Not perfect, but nearly as he remembers her. ]
Where to next, old girl?
[ As if they're going anywhere but here. Yet he is, as ever, the dreamer. ]
★ THE HORIZON | OTA | SEPTEMBER
[ A madman with a box without a box is just...a madman. Well, that won't do. Oh, he's more than comfortable referring to himself as a madman, but it's the lack of a box — his sexy blue box — that has him going madder than he's ever been, more lost than he's ever felt. She'll find him, she always does, or he'll find her, but for the moment he's trapped, and rebuilding her in the vast expanse of his mind is a comfort, at the very least.
He hasn't had as much experience with the Horizon as others, naturally, but he's quick to adjust and settle in to the unique facets of this landscape in his mind. The ability to conjure his TARDIS in some way is better than being completely alone, at least, and he's eager to share with others who might venture this way.
On the outside, the TARDIS will appear to be nothing more than an ordinary old blue police box; oh, but she's so much more, so much grander, so much better than anyone could possibly imagine. In the infinite grandeur of the Doctor's own mind, he's able to recollect all the most important and even minute details. Stepping outside for a moment, he fondly rubs a hand over the exterior doors, a pleased smile on his face. Not perfect, but nearly as he remembers her. ]
Where to next, old girl?
[ As if they're going anywhere but here. Yet he is, as ever, the dreamer. ]