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[victormakesart]

"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Victor is talking to her phone. Not that she thinks her phone is a sweetie, but she's talking to a voice on her phone, and it is on speaker. She is in a field, sprawled on her stomach on an ugly mustard-colored blanket

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[someoldhippy]

"No no no no no!" He dashed around the console, tugging desperately on levers as the TARDIS shuddered and groaned. He'd put the correct coordinates in. He knew he had. Something was buffeting them from the vortex. He couldn't get a fix on it. The only thing to be done was to try to break free of it. It was dangerous, but his old girl never let him down, and he wasn't about to do the so to her.

He didn't have time to plot coordinates. He threw switches frantically, halting their progress and taking them out of the vortex. He gave a sigh of relief as the old girl gave her wheezing vworp vworp of reentry. The landing wasn't smooth; he found himself flung to the floor as she skidded to a halt. "Ow," he muttered, pulling himself to his feet.

Better check where they'd landed; he could look for damage from the rough landing after he'd determined that the location was safe. He strolled over to the doors and peered out.

[victormakesart]

The TARDIS landed partly on her little blanket, and she scootched back a little but once she realized that the TARDIS wasn't going to land on her she relaxed considerably. "Hey, Judey? IIIIII'm gonna have to call you back."

"Was that a TARDIS landing?"

"Yessiree it was."

"Love you, dad!"

"Love you too, kiddo." She hangs up her phone, wiggles her fingers in a hello, then scrambles up to stand, leaning heavily on her cane (dark glossy wood painted with Starry Night swirls).

[someoldhippy]

"Oh, dear," he said, noticing the young lady. "I do beg your pardon. I seem to have ruined your blanket." He stepped out of the TARDIS and carefully shut the door behind himself. She didn't seem too alarmed by his presence, which was a good sign. Usually he tried to land out of sight of the inhabitants.

He sniffed carefully. Earth, most likely. That should be safe enough. Late twentieth century or early twenty first, based on her apparel, but he couldn't be certain.

[victormakesart]

"It's okay," she says, easily. "It was an ugly blanket anyway. Is... is there a reason you're here, any invading thingies I should be worrying about, or is it just tourism, 'cause that's totally okay, but if things are going down I wanna get my family to a safehouse. Saferhouse. The house is pretty safe."