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.]
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.]
