Time and Relative Dimension in Space; the TARDIS is both The Doctor's home and means of transportation, along with being a curiously sentient device all on its own.  Larger on the inside than it is on the outside, the TARDIS has become semi-permanently parked in Ponyville for the time being, mostly due to it being an unreliable, obsolete TT Type 40, Mark 3.  Its normally malfunctioning chameleon circuit has fluctuated, making it appear at least somewhat at home in Equestria.  Despite its unassuming outward appearance, the TARDIS will not open to anyone but The Doctor... usually.
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:: Day the Second ::

How the Doctor got from the Ponyville town square to the TARDIS the night before was likely to remain a mystery to all; He remembered a charming if gullible gray pegasus, some tasty cider, and waking up somewhere near the alien device's main power core. A scan with the Sonic Screwdriver had borne the good news that the TARDIS was not getting any worse, and so with a great door-creaking, the Doctor stepped out into the alley where the TARDIS had landed.

"Oh, balls!" the Doctor's hoof slapped his forehead. "Wordsmith!"

---> To the Ponyville Town Square! Allons-y!

---> From the Business District!

"Here we are, home sweet TARDIS," the Doctor said, trotting along the rain-soaked alley and leaning up against a strange blue box. The text near the top of the thing helpfully informed Loose Leaf that it was a POLICE ^{_{PUBLIC CALL}} BOX. Whatever that is. The brown stallion gave the pegasus an easy smile.

---> Enter from Business District

Loose Leaf placed her hoof under her muzzle and inspected the phone box, then the Doctor, then the phone box.

"Home, yeah, uh-huh, ok... that's... yeah that's not crazy. Do you think that's crazy? Probably not," she mumbled under her breath. The Doctor's genuine smile made Loose Leaf uncomfortable. She tried to smile back. It wasn't as good and less natural then the one she had flashed Fung Shui earlier. "Uhh... it's... it's... niiiice... this home of yours... nice."

Adult logic started to creep into her mind and nibble at her acceptance of all of this. Why had she agreed to this? Riiiiight. Childhood dreams.

Her smile faltered and twitched a bit.
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"Ell ven," the Doctor said around the key that he'd pulled from somewhere. He deftly inserted the key into the keyhole on one side of the box, and the double-doors on that side pushed inward with a loud creak. Once inside, the Doctor turned about to face the youthful mare. "Won't you come inside?"

When Loose Leaf was but a fowl, her sister and her used to watch a movie called Winny Wanka and the Chocolate Factory. There was a part of the movie that she distinctly remembered (other then all the scenes with chocolate). It was the part when all the little fowls first wandered into the edible wonderland. She remembered their doubt, their skepticism, their disappointment.

The little door opened and there was the wonderland, as if all their dreams had been stored all in a room. Dreams that had to do with sugar at least.

The moment that phone box doors opened to her in that ally, it was like her own wonderland had been revealed to her.

Except there was no chocolate.

Eh, it was impressive enough.

"Wha wha wha... whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooa..." It was a good thing her eyes where attached to the inside of her head, because if they hadn't been, they would have fallen through the expanding sockets and rolled onto the floor.
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"That's a new one," the Doctor chuckled. "Reminds me of a trombone for some reason. Anyway, in you come, out of the rain! Oh, and..."

He got close, and almost serious, though there was a gleeful twinkle in his eye. "Whaddaya think?"

Loose Leaf looked inside, then out, then back outside, then in again. She searched the interior high, and low, then back outside. She re-read the print over and over again.

Police Public Call Box

Police Public Call Box

Police Public Call Box

Loose Leaf felt (and looked) like her head was going to explode from trying to understand it all.

"But... that's not... wha... but where's the phone?"

"Oh, it's over... there," the Doctor flailed his foreleg in the direction of the command console, upon which a veritable pile of knickknacks, paddy-whacks, doodads, thingamabobs, and whatcha-callems were arranged. And from the center, a big translucent cylinder full of more glass-like tubes and cylinders and some flat bits rose to join the vaulted ceiling in the center of the room (which was easily the size of the main room of the Ponyville Library). "Somewhere."

"But really, you didn't notice anything?..."

"Like about the size, perhaps?"

"Well... I figured mentioning that it was a bit bigger on the inside then on the outside would be a rather pointless statement. You know, unless whoever sees this has a freakn' heart attack or faints or something. Cause that seems more like the response I would expect. As for me? I'm fine, why wouldn't I be fine, not like this isn't totally freaky and not even close to a regular occurrence. How long have you been living inside of a phone booth? How long has your phone booth been doing this? I'm not sure if your phone booth is healthy. Have you considered taking it to see a doctor? Or are you that kind of doctor? I wish I knew. Do you have tea?" Loose Leaf started to babble, scratching her head, blinking repeatedly, pressing her lips together, twitching a bit, tucking her hooves under her arms and rocking a bit as she sampled the inside of the Doctors... place.
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"Easy, now," the Doctor put a steadying hoof on Loose Leaf's shoulder. "Why don't you have a nice sit-down, and I'll put the kettle on," he suggested. He took the nearby half-flight of stairs up and disappeared through a metal doorway on the balcony that stood across from the double-doors.

Shortly, the Doctor's head popped out of said doorway again. "A couple of centuries now, ever since I borrowed it, it's a TARDIS, yes, kind of, now you do, and in a few moments," he answered Loose Leaf's questions.

With some erratic nods, Loose Leaf heartily agreed with the Doctor. Her eyes darted around the "Tardis" searching for a place to lay her trembling tush. With all the contraptions and shiny, not-really-sure-what-they-were objects, Loose Leaf didn't really know what to trust her tush to.

She sat plopped down on the closest thing to a chair and tried not to seem like a rude guest by sitting there shivering like a crazy pony.

"Soooo, uh, this is a nice... place you've got here. I mean other then the fact that it's totally freaky, it's really cool. I mean wait, that didn't come out right. Not freaky. Not freaky at all... this phone booth... not uh." She forced a grin and kept up the friendly conversation even though the Doctor wasn't even there.

It made her feel better.

"Sorry if I'm in a bit of shock. It's less that this is weird... I mean it is, but what I mean to say is that uhm, I'm not really sure. Ah-ha ha ha!"

Laughing. Laughing was friendly. Sweet Celestia how she wanted to be friendly with the pony that had the power to turn phone booths into death traps. Ah- ha ha ha!

She really wished she had tea...
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The Doctor knew demented laughter when he heard it, and so returned to Loose leaf's side, down the stairs. "Are... er, are you okay?" he asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little shaken, but yeah, peachy-keen," Loose Leaf said, trying not to grind her teeth together. "I mean I know there's magic and all that, but all THIS? I just can't tell what's getting to me: the initial shock or the fact that my childhood day-dreams weren't so far-fetched. Oh Celestia, what ELSE was I right about? Aaaaaugh!"

Loose Leaf decided to give up for a moment and met the surface of something with her face. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as her brain.
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"Oh dear," the Doctor said when Loose Leaf's face made a social call on an important-looking bit of the TARDIS. He swept to her side and held her upright. "Careful, please! At this rate, you're going to break something terribly important. _{^{If you haven't already.}}"

Loose Leaf just sort of let her head drop off the whatever-it-was and let it hang for a few moments. After a lengthy mental pep talk and a couple of slaps, she was back to as normal as a normal Loose Leaf could be. She slicked back her hair, but it just fell back over her face again. "So, this wall you want me to paint, where is it? Maybe we can have a little tour and tea? Somethang like that?"
Loose Leaf looked up at the Doctor hopefully.

Mostly for the tea.
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"Sure, how about the tea first? You look kind of out of sorts, Loose Leaf. I didn't think the TARDIS was that amazing..." the Doctor said, smiling hopefully. His ear swiveled toward the kitchen area, but the whistle of the teakettle could not be heard from within yet.

Loose Leaf stood up and waited for the Doctor to lead her towards the tea she so very much craved. She peered up at his ear and raised a brow. She decided she just wasn't going to care anymore...
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"Er, right, then. Shall we wait in the kitchen?" the Doctor asked awkwardly. You'd think, after having so many companions along on his adventures, that showing them around would be easy. But it really wasn't.

He led her upstairs and through the metal doorway, to a spacious kitchen wherein a teakettle was just starting to hiss on an electric stove and a teapot was set out on a tray with a pair of cups on the counter. "I'm a bit short on pastries, I'm afraid," he apologized.

"Nah, it's cool. It's fine, really. Man it really IS spacious in here..." Loose Leaf started, taking a seat. She started to play with her pony tail and looked up at the Doctor. There was no conversation, so she reached back to her pack to pull out her sketch book. She noticed her umbrella saddle was still on. Blushing, she took it off and closed the umbrella.  "So, tell me about this wall you want me to paint. Anything specific? I had this one sketch, but maybe once we take a look at it, I can lay it out better... the sketch." What tea is this?

"Well, I was thinking that the hallway between the dormitory and the pool looked a bit sparse," the Doctor supposed. "What tea? Uh, black, I think. If you know when to look, you can find a wonderful tea in Canterlot. Here, let me just..."

The kettle was just this side of whistling, and the Doctor decided that enough waiting was enough. With a mitt so he didn't burn his mouth, he deftly poured the scalding water into the teapot and returned the kettle to the stove, where the red lights in the stovetop had already switched off. Spitting the protective garment out, he returned his attention to his houseguest. "I have images of several people I think I might like done up in paint, unless you come up with a better idea."

"Hey, you're the customer, you choose. But yeah, I do have a habit of going crazy with inspiration... heh heh," she smiled shyly. She started poking her hoof at the handle of the tea kettle until it was cool enough to grab with her mouth. She poured herself a cup. Everything already felt better. "So when do you want me to start?"
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"Nonsense, you're the professional, you know your craft better than I do," the Doctor countered, pouring himself a cup of tea from the pot, where the leaves had been at work seeping their deliciousness into the hot water. "And when do you want to start? Do you need some kind of up-front compensation?" he asked, sipping the technically thousand-year-old brew.

"Well, what I'll need is the paint. Supplies aren't cheap. I'll need to do sketches and then choose color shemes, all that before I actually buy the paint. That's sort of why I wanted money cause I have to buy all that..." Loose Leaf sipped at her tea. It was quite good, dark with a familier herbish taste. She wished scilently that she had some cream for it. Though she usually took her coffee black - a habit from chugging pots of it in art school - black teas always seemed to tast a bit better when lightened by dairy. "Unless you want to supply me with it all some how. That would be a nice star-off compensation. Can't really start working until then."

She winced a little as she spoke. Already the Doctor had told her he didn't really have much bits to spare, and would pay her in adventures. Now that she was in the TARDIS, Loose Leaf was pretty trusting of his claim of space adventures or whatever he had up his sleeve. Still, she needed that paint. If she was going to cover a wall, she would need enough stuff to paint it with. It wasn't like she caried it around on her. Loose Leaf never thought she would do murals, so the notion of having suh supplies never dawned on her. And there was no way she was going to spend a bunch of her own money on a commision she was 't even getting paid for. Especially when all she had left was pretty much "the funds." No way she was taking anything out of there. Even if she had to starve.

There was, however, still the issue at hand: no paint, no mural.

"I know you promised wild, scienc-y escapades," Loose Leaf said, waving her hoofs to show emphasis. "But if I don't have supplies, I can't paint you a mural. At least not one that will actually cover a wall."
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"Hmm..." the Doctor pondered this most recent hiccup in the plan. "There might be some paint in storage, down on level B. I don't know what kind of shape it'd be in, though. Are you feeling up for that tour?" he asked.

"Sure thing. I think my wits are back in place, though I would like to take the tea around with me," Loose Leaf said, sipping. "Let's see what you've got Doc. if not, we'll see if we can work something out."

Figuring there wasn't much else that could shock her - considering some how this stallion was living in a syfy book - and got up, ready for the Doctor to lead the way.
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"Okay, then," the Doctor got to his feet and started the tour.

The doorway across from the one they'd first entered the TARDIS led to a spiral staircase. Branching off from it every half-story or so was an hallway or room, and the Doctor showed off all of them. There was a dormitory, with housing for a dozen or more; a deep, walk-in wardrobe with more outfits inside than in the Carousel Boutique; Three or four floors of library; two swimming pools; and darker metal corridors that led off into labyrinths of machinery. All in all, the interior of the TARDIS was about twice the volume of the castle in Canterlot.

"Well, I'm lost," the Doctor admitted, about an hour into the tour. "I've not much need to come down this far, see, and... um... Was it 'two lefts and a right after the pool and around the library,' or..."

Loose Leaf was barely able to drink her tea because her mouth was hanging open as the Doctor gave the tour. Everything was so amazing that skepticism started to bubble up. How was it a stallion that lived this large couldn't afford to pay her, or at least buy her paint. Not that she was going to complain about his promise of adventure, but still, she was curious to how he had aquired everything. She didn't even mind that they were lost at this point. She hadn't been paying much attention to anything the Doctor was saying. Now that he had lost his place, Loose Leaf had an opening to ask questions.

"So where did you get all this stuff? I mean, you say you don't have any money, so how did you acquire a place this... amazing? And are you giving boarding away? Maybe? Hopefully? At all?"

"I borrowed it," the Doctor said, glad for the interruption. If Loose Leaf wasn't worried that they were lost, then neither would he be. "And yes, I suppose I could be able to offer room and board and all that. Though the last pony I offered it to didn't take me up on it. Pity."

"Well, I figured I might as well ask. Would be a lot less expensive than paying rent on a cottage, as small as it is. Soon I'll probably have to get a roomate to help pay rent. But I don't want to crowd your life style. Also... I'm not really sure what it is that you do here. You might not like it if I bring customers in and out of here. So maybe it's not the best option right now. Still, it's good to know that there is a place I may be able to fall back on if everything goes belly up," Loose Leaf started. "What exactly IS it that you do Doctor?"
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"I run," the Doctor answered wistfully. "And solve problems. Until recently, they were usually those 'the world is in peril' kind of problems. Or the galaxy. The Universe, a couple of times." Returning from his momentary reverie, he said, "Though I like to visit Earth when I can. You've got the most amazing people here! And pies. The tea is quite nice, too."

With a sigh, the Doctor turned serious. The twinkle in his blue eyes faded to the gloss of regret, and it struck Loose Leaf how very old the Earth pony looked. "Mostly what I do is try. I try every day to even begin to make up for my mistakes. I make a little headway, here and there. And I can't do it alone. Tried that, made things worse."

The usual pep on Loose Leaf's face started to dwindle a bit. As the Doctor spoke, she sensed a tint of regret in his voice. She nodded a bit. Everypony was responsible for their own mistakes and their lives were full of choices they weren't entirely proud of. Loose Leaf could vouch for that. As for the whole "saving the universe" thing, she just sort of decided that it was better off not questioning or thinking too hard about it.

"Hey, you know, in the end that is all we can do. Just try," Loose Leaf said, putting her hoof on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. It didn't really answer her question, but she felt she had gotten a rare glimpse of the Doctor, and knew now much more then she had asked.

As he continued however, something didn't sit right with what he was saying.

"What's a people?"
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Loose Leaf's question drew the Doctor toward the present, and he nodded, the adventurous twinkle having returned to his eye. "People? Oh, it's a word the Time Lords came up with for creatures with minds like ponies, but not necessarily the same body type. It wouldn't be fair to call gryphons, kirins, minotaurs, and dragons 'ponies,' now, would it?" he explained. "Ponies are also a people. Or possibly four, depending on how you want to define it," he added.

"Huh, guess I never really thought about it..." Loose Leaf said as they continued to walk. Truthfully, she wasn't really sure if she hadn't. Philosophy had been one of her stronger subjects. One tended to ask such questions as an artist, and tried to put it into something else. Although it was true that she did commissions for other ponies that were as basic as portraits and what-nots, most of Loose Leaf's art were illustrations born from her own venting. They were more abstract, and very personal. In reality, those were the ones she wanted to work on; what she wanted to fill art exhibits with. She smiled a bit at her frequent daydream as it crept back into her conscious mind as the two wondered. She wondered if the Doctor would frown upon her work if she was to get too emotional about it.

It was a very common occurrence for Loose Leaf to become too immersed with her art. It wasn't a bad thing, in fact, it was probably what kept her sane. Pouring her emotion into an art form rather then at herself or at other ponies was much healthier. Still, she had the habit of getting ahead of herself, just as she had embarrassingly done at Rarity's. She hadn't said anything, but she hoped that reeling the beauty in with a flattering pin-up would leave her open to modeling for other, deeper works. Now she couldn't help but wonder if this was the same reason she was so accepting of all the oddities this particular project was throwing at her: a part of her desired, nay, needed to make this project a reality. Never before had she worked on a piece of such size, and considering the kind of interesting pony the Doctor was, her mind was already buzzing with ideas that were straying from his original order. But before then, they had to find these paints.

Loose Leaf searched around in the hallway, scanning windows and doorways, peeking into each for a stair case or anything. At last, a small hallway with a door at the end peeked out from her peripheral vision.

"What about in there? Could that be it?" The place they were searching for sounded mysterious, and so was this door. The notion of them being the same where not so far-fetched.
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"I don't know!" the Doctor said excitedly, pushing the hoof-sized button next to the door. "Let's find out!" It whiish-ed open, and a second later flourescent light lit up the area beyond.

Boxes, boxes everywhere. It was like a junk yard of... junk. Only the finest quality junk. Loose Leaf wasn't sure if she recognized over half of it.

Okay, actually she really didn't recognize any of it at all.

"What the hey is this place?" she asked, her curiousity getting the best of her and already venturing inside. The room was about the size of a small warehouse, with metallic, wooden, and other substanced goodies hanging about next to boxes that were labeled in languages she couldn't read."Wow, when you said you had a collection, you REALLY meant you had a collection. It's no wonder you don't know what half of the stuff in your own home is."

"Oh, it's that room," the Doctor said. "That room's rubbish." He paused, however, as if re-thinking that assessment. "Though there's more likely to be paint in here than anyplace else. Except a paint shop, obviously." He trotted down the warehouse's central aisle, casually rolling his head this way and that like a shopper who knew where he was going but wanted to keep an eye out for bargains anyway.

"So there MAY be paint in here?" Loose Leaf's eyes narrowed. "Challenge accepted..."

With that, she followed after the Doctor closely, keeping her eyes peeled for anything remotely similer to art supplies. "Soooo... Is ALL of this stuff free? I mean, you know, if there are things OTHER then paint that are... uh... not being used that I may happen to find.."

"Hmm," the Doctor considered. "Well... you should probably stay away from the ones you couldn't read when the door opened." Looking again, Loose Leaf realized that she could read all of the labels now. How did that happen? "And I'd rather you checked with me first, in general. Some of this stuff hasn't been invented yet. Or hasn't will have been. Or is dangerous. Do make sure to read the warning labels."

Minutes crawled by, as is their wont. "Aha!" the Doctor exclaimed. Suddenly, a rod-shaped tool with a glowing green tip was buzzing in his grasp. "Zsh kud be jus wuh we nee," he said happily around the device. The crate that was bathed in the green glow of the sonic screwdriver popped open and promptly fell over, revealing a pile of thick, softcover textbooks. Loose Leaf caught a glimpse of one of the covers. Operator's Manual: TT Type 40, Mark 3 TARDIS. Volume 9 of 31: Time Stream Navigation.

Loose Leaf picked up one of the books and inspected it. "What the hey is all this?" she asked, flipping though the pages. "And why do you HAVE them?"

"Why, it's the TARDIS's manual! I thought I'd lost it!" the Doctor answered, the buzzing device gone to wherever he kept such things. He picked up volume fifteen, titled Preventive Maintenance, Part 1. "A TARDIS is a complicated piece of technology! Even somepony like me needs a written reminder now and again of how it works," he insisted.

"Yeah, I would assume," Loose Leaf said, looking around at the surroundings. Complicated didn't even cover half of it. "You don't think that there's a map of where the paint might be?"

"Oh, heavens, no. When she's working right, the TARDIS is always rearranging her internal structure. A map drawn on paper would be useless," the Doctor chuckled. He sat down and leafed through the books in front of him. "But there's probably some paint or paint-like substance further down the way." He waved in the general direction. "On the right, above eye level."

With a bit of skepticism, Loose Leaf followed the Doctor's directions. The further down she went, the darker it became. The lights above were dim if working at all.

"I can't see much of anything, to tell you the truth," Loose Leaf said, squinting in the dark. If only this was all a small-print kind of problem, then she could put on her glasses and everything would be alright. Alas, reading glasses didn't give one low-light vision. However, a couple of minutes down, she came across a shelf full of assorted buckets.

"I think I might have found something Doctor..."

"Marvelous!" the Doctor said without bothering to look up from the manual. "What's the warning label say?" he reminded her.

Loose Leaf thought it was an odd request, but then again, the Doctor WAS odd. Peeking at the small writing, she turned away and stealthy placed her reading glasses on her nose. "Well, let's have a look. Warning: Do not ingest, if so, yada yada, poison control. Don't eat; simple enough. Keep out of reach of children, open flames and household pets..." Loose Leaf squinted in the dark and made a face. "Do not feed after midnight or get wet? Well that's... weird."

Loose Leaf popped open one of the cans and dipped the tip of her hoof in. Felt like paint, looked like it.

"I guess we just... don't feed it?"

"A wise precaution," the Doctor agreed. He closed the manual, stacked all thirty-two of the softcover books back into their box, resealed it, and re-stacked it. "Will those be sufficient, then, Loose Leaf?" he asked, indicating the buckets. Only a few of the containers held the telltale signs of paint cans. A couple were labeled Warning: Explosive, and one was glowing ominously green, with the letters TGRI stencilled on.

"Yep, should do the trick... though I hope you like florescent paint..." Loose Leaf said, started to pack them on her back in a box she found. "Thanks for supplying the supplies. We should take a look of the wall. Get measurements and all that."

"Right you are," the Doctor agreed. "Would you like some help carrying those?" he offered. While he did not doubt that Loose Leaf could carry the paint, he also did not doubt that it was only polite to offer to help with a pony's burdens.

"Yeah, that'd be great," she hissed under the strain of boxes upon boxes of paint. Legs wobbling, and neck down from strain, Loose Leaf slowly inched towards the doctor. "Here...you...go!"

The mare looked up at the doctor, her eyes pleading. In her head, the seconds ticked by that the Doctor WASN'T relieving her strain...

The Doctor carefully took the boxes off of Loose Leaf's back and set them on the floor. "Here's a thought... Why don't we leave the paint here for now, go have a look-see at the wall, then later borrow someone's cart or wagon, and move the paint that way?" he suggested. "It'll do no good hauling these all over the TARDIS on our backs."

"True," Loose Leaf said. She looked back at the paint longingly as they parted, her hoof outstretched momentarily in anguish. A tear slid down her eye. Soon enough, she got over it and continued down the hall way with the Doctor. She hoped he wouldn't get them lost again.

Luckily for Loose Leaf, it was the Doctor who got them lost again. After announcing that the best way to get un-lost was to try to get lost when you were already lost, he managed to lead her to the dormitory area, and point out the corridor that led to the larger swimming pool. The corridor was nearly cylindrical, and the wall curved elegantly. It extended some sixty paces, with only two doors in between the dorm and the pool. "I was thinking some kind of TARDIS timeline thing," the Doctor said. "A visual record of how we've changed, and of the people we brought along since I borrowed her. Is that a good idea?"

"Sure, it sounds wonderful," Loose Leaf said, pulling out a measuring tape she kept in her bag. It was usually there in order to ensure she had the perfect measurements for her art pieces, or if she wanted to grab other materials. She motioned for the Doctor to hold one end of it onto the ground, since the walls were curved. She was going to have to do some math.

"Only problem is that I don't honestly know the time line, so how am i going to draw it? If you could give me a rough idea of the actions in the mural and pictures of anyone you want - with their names included of course - then I should be able to start fairly soon."

Loose Leaf looked about the corridor, moving about with the Doctor and the tape measure, recording in the folded corner of her sketch book. Under each were a couple of mathematical equations, and a small diagram of the corridor. Each angle was labeled, but not with the measurements she had originally written. She had to make sure the sketches were in ratio to the actual thing.

"So, think you could do that for me?" she asked, looking up from her notes with a smile.

The measuring tape snapped back into it's roll, and was placed back into the art bag.

"Yes," the Doctor said, nodding wistfully in the ceiling's direction. "Yes, I think I can do that. But I'm not so good at describing ponies' faces. Once the TARDIS is fixed, I can find pictures of the people I have in mind in the computer."

"But the actions in the background? Well..." Thus began the Doctor's story, more completely than he had told it to anypony before or since. He spoke of wild ponies, of the end of the world, of daleks, Vanhoover, and a Great Time War. He spoke of Galloprey, and the biggest mistake in the history of the Universe. And he spoke of the ponies who helped him cope, who kept his wrath from boiling over, and who he called "friends."

And "whoa," said Loose Leaf at the end of the Doctor's tale. She blinked a couple of times, mostly to clear the tears that were bubbling up from the tender underbelly of her soul, and looked down at the page of the sketchbook that was open.

The Doctor's tale was etched out, dirty, smeared, and horrifyingly real on the page. The history of a soul lead out in graphite lead. Loose Leaf really didn't know what to say, because after hearing a story like that, there really wasn't anything GOOD enough to say. Instead, she held up the first sketch of the Doctor's mural for him to see.

The Doctor returned from wherever he'd gone during the telling of his story, and turned a sharp eye on the offered pencilwork. Moments passed as his timeless eyes surveyed Loose Leaf's handiwork, flicking this way and that like a predatory beast on the lookout for any sign of weakness. Finally, he nodded. "Brilliant." The easy, almost carefree smile that he normally wore returned to the Doctor's face, and he beamed at the young artist. "Absolutely brilliant."

Loose Leaf made a giddy squeal of delight at the Doctor's obvious fancy. "Really? You like it? I'm so glad!" she started. "I'll make sure to start on it right away. I have a busy day tomorrow, but maybe I can come by later with some color work. Does that sound okay?"

Loose Leaf stashed the sketchbook and pencil back into her art bag, and motioned to the boxes of paint. "You don't mind if I leave them here, do you? That way, they're on hand when I start."

"Of course, of course," the Doctor agreed. "No need to rush things. We still need to borrow a means to get the paint here, after all. Unless... Well, there's still work to be done. Don't worry."

"Come along," he then said, leading Loose Leaf back to the TARDIS's control room and its front door. A quick look at the door's windows revealed that it was still overcast outside. Or possibly evening.

"Thanks Doc, I promise not to let you down. I'll see you around," Loose Leaf said, giving the Doctor a little salute before placing her umbrella saddle on her, just in case.

With another wave, Loose Leaf ventured back out into the evening streets.

--> Exits to business district
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After Loose Leaf left, the Doctor turned on his feet and went straight to the TARDIS's control centre. He pried a panel off and started digging around, recalling the suggestions he'd found in the space/time machine's manual.

Not an hour into this task, he heard a knock on the TARDIS door. Intrigued, the stallion dusted himself off, glanced about for anything Loose Leaf might've left, and opened it.

"Oh. It's you," a small voice accused him from beneath a rain slicker. The voice was not happy. "Just my luck."

"I'm sorry?"

The filly seemed on the edge of anguish, her voice a confused jumble of emotions. "We just moved here, Doctor! And now it's dark and I'm lost and you're here, and what does that mean for my new friends? Er, friendly acquaintances?"

The Time Lord was taken aback. "But..."

"You don't remember me?" she demanded. "Last year?" He shook his head uncertainly. "Vanhoover?" The gears in his head started turning. At wit's end, the filly blurted, "Cyber ponies?!"

Oh no. "Rosebud?"

[End day Two]
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Day 8~

A strange, warbling, keening sound pierced the calm of the sunny morning. VWAAARP VWAAARP VWAAAARP VWAAARP~! *thunk* it said.

The mysterious blue box lined with signs had returned. From within strode a brown stallion with an hourglass cutie mark. He glanced about with a critical eye as the door closed and locked behind him. Soon, his face was split with an happy grin. "Ponyville again! Marvelous." he turned to face his beloved companion contraption, touching its side with an hoof gently. "There, there, old girl," he told it. "You did good." he once more surveyed the rather clean and colourful alley. "This is just what I need after that Nightmare Moon debacle. Let's see if we can't get you working again; back in fighting form, eh?"

The blue box did not say anything in return. "Right. Allons-y!"

To Town Square--->

A beautiful fall morning in Ponyville.  Crisp Autumn air.  The golden and red glow of Celestia’s sun taking the place of the brilliant shine of Luna’s moon.  The quiet sounds of the small village waking from its slumber.  The gentle silence was a beautiful thing.

While it lasted.

Just off the edge of the main street that ran through Ponyville’s Residential area, nestled against a lamppost at the end of an alley a faint, pulsing shimmer played along the edge of reality.  Just as anypony nearby would be convinced that they were not in fact seeing things, a sound could be heard for several blocks in any direction that stood out against the peaceful sounds of the town.  A shrill warble pierced the morning like the trill of an off-key bird.

-Ree-ree-reeee… Ree-ree-reee…. Ree-ree-reeee….

The trilling warble was joined by a low screeching sound as the shimmer slowly grew into an intense white light.

Scrrreeeeeeeeee……Scrrreeeeeeeee….. Scrrreeeeeeeeeee……

A faint boxy outline appeared with each pulse as a raspy, -scratchy sound blended into the mix growing louder with each repitiion.  Each pulse showed the ethereal outline in more and more detail, until the box fully materialized with one last thudding sound.

vorrrrp…. Vorrrrp….. VORRRRP…. VORRRRRP!.... … KATHUUUUD.

All was silent.

There, on that nondescript corner, tucked away at the edge of an alley along a row of houses, was now a large blue telephone box.  It stood about six feet in height, and only looked big enough for one pony to fit in comfortably.  Printed across the top above the door were the words “Police Public Call Box”, and smaller signs on the doors gave information for “St. John’s Ambulance” and indicated that all calls would be answered.

Meanwhile, within the confines of the blue Police Box that had just materialized on a street corner in a small rural town without any warning, a chesnut brown stallion dressed in a white collar and blue necktie thumped his hoof on the control panel at the center of the room, seemingly speaking to nopony in particular.

”Hah! … Attagirl, I knew you could do it!  But…. question is where are we?”  He quickly shrugged and corrected himself,  ”Or better yet… when are we?”  He grabbed a large display near him and pulled it closer on its pivoting stand so he could study it better.  The display showed he was in a lightly populated, low-altitude region below the mountains of Canterlot, along the edge of a large forest biome.  Temporal alignment showed it was roughly 1,000 years after the Rise of Nightmare Moon give or take a few years.  He smiled.

”It’s Ponyville alright!  Looks like the right time too!...”  He flipped several switches and pressed a few buttons on the panel in front of him.  ”I think I’ll stay a little while this time…”  His smile faded and he grew more serious as he considered the implications of staying.

He had been running for most of his life, almost a thousand years in fact.  But his frequent visits to Ponyville throughout the small hamlet’s history had always resonated with him.  The ponies there weren’t like ponies anywhere else, or anywhen else for that matter.  Selfish Greed, Violence, Apathy, Wrath… these were commonplace amongst species across the universe, but here in Ponyville they almost seemed…. Alien.  Yes, if there was ever a place that had earned the Doctor’s admiration, it was Ponyville.

The Doctor shook his head, not disturbing a single strand of his spiky brown mane.  His expression of deep introspection vanished as soon as it came, replaced by the familiar wide-eyed smile.”Well then… I think it’s time for a cup of tea… And there’s only one establishment in Ponyville that knows how to make a proper cup of tea….”

He turned and headed for the door, opening it with a screak as he did.  To anypony on the street, it would appear as if a telephone box suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and a brown, spiky-haired stallion just stepped out of its confines.

==I welcome, even encourage, any and all onlookers ^^==

A young doctor, smiling in the morning's light and headed further into town to gather some things, paused with one hoof still in the air. An ear twitched as she listened to the strange sound nearby... Angel Feather pushed one slightly unruly lock of her bright red-and-yellow mane out of her eye as she looked around, trying to determine the source. Ah! The alley nearby.

Darting over to the alley, she peered around the corner of the building, looking down the alley. Her eyes widened as she had arrived just in time to see... a box. A strange, tall blue box that had just faded into existence. She wasn't an expert spellcaster by any means, but she'd never heard of teleportation that looked like that... or that worked on a big blue box.

Her curiosity getting the better of her, she crept into the alley, reaching out to poke the box with one hoof when another pony, an earth pony, suddenly stepped out of the box. Now she knew something strange was going on - Earth Pony Magic did not work that day. Suddenly, she was glad she had a lack of patients, because this... was going to take some time.

"It's a curious thing, a big blue box that appears out of nowhere, as if by some unknown form of magic, bearing an earth pony!" Angel darted around to stand in front of the unknown pony, abandoning her examination of the box (temporarily), and smiled at him. "May I ask, sir, what form of magic is this, and who might you be?"

Trotting through the streets of Ponyville the earth stallion was slowly, if surely, heading toward the Summer Song Cafe. He was taking in the sights. Sure it had only been a week away in a stretch of three good months of being there but Form was always interested in anything that might have changed in his world, whether he seemed it or not. There was, after all, a lot to see and think about in the world.

Then a noise, something he'd never heard before.

... Something Beautiful...

He found himself drawn to it, this screeching, whirring "vwoorp" that repeated itself, coming in a bit clearer, louder. A small wind kicked up as he followed it, looking around. Seemed everyone else, for whatever reason, didn't notice it. He wanted to find out what the sound came from, what it must have been.

As he sped up to follow the sound he turned a corner, seemingly at the same time as a different pony entirely, and saw it; a big blue box that looked like it was from from Trottingham. (In his father's time) A Police Public Call Box, as it said. And, suddenly, a brown earth pony stepped out. His eyes went wide as the Unicorn in front of him called out to the brown stallion. "Would like to know myself..." He called out just loud enough to be heard, standing up straight on his hind hooves to be ready to fight... but, reasonably speaking this big blue box... the bluest blue he'd ever seen, just literally appeared out of nowhere. Form had to ask himself, staring seriously at the brown stallion, could even his skills be of any use here?

Just as he closed the door of the box behind him with a click, the Doctor found himself being interrogated by a very inquisitive yellow-and-red colored mare.  She had apparently seen his arrival, and wanted to know more, just like oh-so-many before her.

You do this on purpose, don’t you?...

Truth be told, he didn’t mind these coincidental meetings.  A surprising number of them resulted in a recruited companion, but he suspected that was by design rather than mere chance.

Before he could open his mouth to respond to the mare’s questions about who he was and what “magic” he had a second pony walked up, this one a gray stallion.  He also wanted to know what was going on.

The Doctor grinned.  ”Oh, it’s not magic, my little ponies…”  Ironically, Form stood about a head or so taller than the Doctor.

”It’s Science, plain and simple….”  The stallion winced a little, ”Well… not really “simple” … but plain enough…”  He hesitated again.  ”Alright, so it’s not really plain either…. But I assure you, it’s not Magic!”  He spoke with a clearly defined Trottish accent, but his mannerisms and the fact that he literally just appeared out of nowhere might betray the fact that he was not actually, in fact from Trottingham.

”I’m the Doctor…”  He offered a hoof in greeting, to the mare first, then to Form if he’d have it.  ”So, now that you have me at a disadvantage… Who might the two of you be?”

Transcendence's voice startled Angel slightly, and she eyed the rather much larger earth pony curiously. She hadn't noticed his arrival, but guessed he'd been drawn by the sound, just as she had been. Although there was always something about these large earth ponies that made her feel on the tiny side - and she really was the smallest one in the alley.

At the mention of "science", Angel's eyes narrow slightly. This didn't seem like any science she had ever studied. Not, she had to admit to herself, that her studies had ever really ventured much beyond biology and psychology. Her suspicion faded a bit as the Doctor failed, miserably, to explain, and her smile returned.

"'The Doctor', huh? Well, it's nice to meet you, Doctor. I am Angel Feather." Her smile turns to a bit of a mischievous grin. "Doctor Angel Feather, that is. I run the Angel Care Clinic, around the block from here." She shakes the Doctor's hoof, still grinning slightly. "I imagine you're a doctor of some kind of scientific field then? Engineering, maybe? Or something else that I've never heard of, perhaps?" She indicates the box. "I don't care if you call it science, I've never heard of any science that can teleport boxes holding ponies... or maybe make it disappear and reappear, instead?"
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Science? Form wondered what sort of science it could be... though thinking about it... Angel Feather seemed dubious at best but Form thought he could imagine something greater than it seemed. Vedic Science had many very valuable lessons and one of them was that ponies seldom acknowledged the truth if they hadn't yet had an explanation behind it. But, all the same, an even more nagging sensation came to him at the stallion's name.

"Doctor Who?" He asked in that deep, level voice, stepping forward more to look at the box than The Doctor, "Transcendence Form." He said simply, looking around the box, looking it up an down; making sure there was nothing behind it. "Not a doctor..." he finished blandly.
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The Doctor nodded his head from side to side non-committedly as Angel guessed that he was some sort of Scientific doctor.  ”You…. might say that… It’s not your form of engineering, that’s for sure.”  He wasn’t talking “down” to her per-say; it really was a difficult concept to explain.

He nodded tentatively as she started to piece things together, going from teleportation to vanishing and re-appearing.  He had only known this mare for about thirty seconds, but he was already starting to like her.  She was a thinker.  And the Stallion, he seemed to be an observer, learning how the world worked by watching, learning, and only then acting.    Or at least that’s the vibe the Doctor got from him.

The Doctor grinned as Form finally asked the one question he had been waiting for either of them to ask.

’Doctor Who?’ … It always starts like that, doesn’t it? …

”Yes… Good to meet you, Angel… Form, can I call you ‘Form?’  ‘Transcendence’ just doesn’t have a very good ring to it… Names should always have a good ring to them, I think…”  He outwardly ignored the question, as he had a thousand times before, and instead came back around to Angel’s hypothesis.

”Right!  So.  You’re not too far off.  But teleportation only works in three dimensions... What if you could teleport in not three, but four separate dimensions? … Not just Up and Down, Left and Right, Forward and Back… but…”

He intentionally trailed off to give them both a chance to see where he was leading them.

"Four? Hmm." Angel had to pause for a second and think. "As I recall, dimensions, like you're referring to, are length, width, and height... followed by...." The golden mare paused for a second, narrowing her eyes as she remembered. "Are you certain it's not magic? I personally don't know any time magic - or teleportation magic, for that matter - but I understand it is possible. My talent lies elsewhere, of course." Angel takes a step back and to the side, so that she can look at the big blue box properly, consideringly. "But you say that it's science - science that can do what magic does find very difficult."

The concept strained at her mind a bit. Not the very idea of time travel - she may not have attended Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, but she was still quite well educated and time magic was known to not be entirely impossible, just totally beyond nearly all unicorns. But the idea of a scientifically made... box... that could do it? Her gaze slid back to the Doctor as she wondered a bit if he was simply mad.

"Time." He said blandly, giving the wood of the TARDIS a few brief knocks, touching it, putting his ear against it. He couldn't, of course, believe it right off, not without questioning it. But it was a progressively more and more interesting character as things went on. He legitimately appeared out of nowhere, talking in riddles and a trottish accent.

And he had to go and mention the name....

"Form works." He said simply, tugging at the handle experimentally, "A Time Ship?" He asked with no emotional inflection, opening up the phone door and inspecting the phone.

The Doctor loved brilliant minds, and these two were just about as bright as they come.  Angel was working her way through it all faster than most ponies could realize that what they thought they knew didn’t apply.  It was harder to tell what Form was thinking, but already he could tell that the stallion was a thinker.

“Time”  Form’s one-word realization spurred Angel off as she puzzled out how Science could make simple what Magic found complicated.  As the gray stallion stepped over and inspected the TARDIS more closely, the Doctor couldn’t help but feel a hint of satisfaction.

Finally, Form opened up the small door that contained the telephone and flatly asked, "A Time Ship?"

The Doctor sat back on his hind legs and clacked his forehooves together.  ”BINGO!”  Standing again and walking over to the door, he took the phone from Form and hung it back on the hook as he closed the door.  ”Right you are!  Otherwise known as a ‘Time Machine’…”  He gestured and posed dramatically with a knowing grin.

”So….”  He looked back and forth between them.  ”Care to take a look inside?”

He produced a strange key seemingly from nowhere, unlocked the door and stepped inside.  A few moments later, from what sounded to be a lot further away than it should be, they heard him call out.  ”Well, come along, quick-as-you-like… Don’t dawdle!”

Should either of them decide to look into the strange, alleged time machine, they would see a perplexing sight.  Where the might have expected a small, bland, 5 X 5 area to be was instead a massive, well-decorated chamber.

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Along the sides of the room were many large bookshelves, filled with almost as many books as the Golden Oaks Library, many of which could not be found anywhere else on the planet, and a few of which were the last surviving copy in the universe.  To the right was a sitting chair, a couch, a small table with a masterfully crafted alicorn bust perched atop it, and a large hourglass that bore a striking resemblance to the Brown stallion’s cutie mark.  Along the right was another small table and couch, along with a grammaphone that looked old by anypony’s standards.  Along the back wall was an exquisite painting that sat between the stairs of a double staircase that led up to a balcony, which housed more tables, sculptures, paintings, and even doors to what seemed like other rooms.

Everything in the room seemed to be centered around one thing:  a huge console filled with all sorts of odd-looking displays, buttons, switches, levers, knobs, gizmos, and doo-dads.  A rail surrounded the console, which was on a slightly elevated platform.  All of this was arrayed around a massive column that spanned from the hardwood floors to the translucent, high-vaulted ceilings.

The Doctor was leaning back against the outside of the rail around the console.  He had a coy little smile on his face.  ”Well… go on… What do you think?”
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Angel hesitated briefly as the decidedly odd pony opened the box and vanished inside - after all, there couldn't be that much space, could there? Then she heard his voice again, and not from nearby, at that, and she realized she was being foolish - there was clearly more at work here than what she could see, even if she didn't really believe his claim of "science". A few quick steps takes her inside... and much, much slower steps take her further in as she stares at the strange room. Total wide-eyed stare.

After coming most of the way to the central console, the golden unicorn just comes to a stop, and turns in place, still staring. She manages to keep enough presence of mind to look back out the door, confirming that, yes, this was definitely in that alley and she hadn't completely lost it. She only really snaps out of it when the Doctor's question finally hits her, and she spins to face him. "What do I think? What do I think? I think... This is... incredible. Bonkers. Absolutely, positively the last thing I EVER expected to run into and why is it bigger on the inside?!"

As he stepped in just ahead of Angel Feather he too slowed and looked around. If only every doctor's office was so breathtaking maybe I'd go more. he thought, reminded of the pain in his back and joints. He let himself wander a bit, ignoring, for a moment, the Doctor's question as he scanned through the books... and one book caught him particularly hard. The Form Family Manifesto; of which there were very few copies in Equestria, one of which under his father's control in Cloudsdale, another in Canterlot Royal Library. One, apparently, here. He took it out, peeked into it briefly, approved it for the real deal. This was... incredible.. as in without credit. Some of these things he really couldn't believe.

He stepped to the console, looked it over, appraised the buttons and knobs, levers and wheels... "Mustard and Ketchup?" He asked with half a touch of curiosity, looking at a pair of closely placed  tall plungers with spouts at the top; yellow and red respectively. He squeezed one down and it dispensed a dab of yellow mustard on his hoof, which he tasted, finding out that it was, indeed, mustard.

Vrrrrrr! CLANG!

The plunger appeared to have been hooked up to something else as well. Upon depressing the plunger marked 'Mustard' a whirling noise started and was quickly followed by the sound of some heavy object being released from the depths of the TARDIS.

THUD! WAP! CRSH! THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD.

The object was obviously tumbling through the interior of ship on a path to the control room.

SMACK! WAM!

A ventilation grill in the ceiling popped open and a large, banged up cardboard box fell out. Stamped on the side was the follow:

SHIPPING INSTRUCTIONS:
LAST CLASS
HANDLE ROUGHLY
PLEASE BEND AND FOLD

The Doctor watched as the two of them entered the TARDIS and went through the same stages of wonder and amazement that he had watched every other one of his companions go through before them.  Admittedly, Angel Feather seemed to be more inquisitive than dumbfounded, and Form was too busy admiring the features of the control panel to seem too amazed.

”This is... incredible. Bonkers. Absolutely, positively the last thing I EVER expected to run into and why is it bigger on the inside?!"

The Doctor grinned madly from his place along the railing.  ”Is it really?...”  His tone of voice was somewhat faceious as he stepped up onto the platform to help Form at the control panel. ”You know, everypony always says that, but I guess I just don’t see it…”

He saw the stallion look at the red and yellow plungers atop the console, seemingly puzzled.  “Mustard and Ketchup?”

The Doctor nodded.  ”Of course.  Traveling through Time and Space tends to make one rather hungry.  And funnel cakes are no good dry after all…”

As the gray stallion tested out the mustard dispenser, a clattering noise grew louder and closer, coming from somewhere within the TARDIS.  The Doctor tilted his head to the side curiously as a large box landed with an unceremonious thud in front of him.  ”Hello…. What do we have here?”  He read the label aloud.  ”Last Class…. Handle Roughly…. Please Bend and Fold?...”

He reached out and poked the box tentatively with a hoof.  ”Where the devil did you come from? … and more importantly, How did you get on the TARDIS?”

Angel glares at the Doctor, although not with a great deal of force. "Of course it's bigger on the inside. Or there's something even weirder and much more advanced than what I learned back in college. And you claim there's no magic involved..." The golden unicorn snorts softly, then eyes the red and yellow pumps as Transcendence fiddles with them. Funnel cakes? Seriously? Wait, did he-? "Time and space?!"

Of course, before she could confront the Doctor about what he'd said about traveling, the box came thumping into sight, distracting her. "'Please bend and fold?' Um... maybe you should use a stick? Something tells me that's not safe..."

Ever the one to take  care of things otherwise ignored by those with what was socially defined as "better sense" the gray stallion stepped up to the box as well. He read it, looked it around, poked it with a hoof. Finally, because nopony else seemed to be, he picked it up personally, standing on his hind legs as he lifted up up with his forelegs.

Presently he put an ear near it, giving it a rough shake to hear what was inside.

Worst came to worse, he was probably the most damage-proof pony around, or so he often convinced himself. If a package so obviously labeled to NOT last was so dangerous it gave the large stallion the need to question, "If Dangerous." He started aloud, "Why the label to damage it?" He asked simply. Generally doomsday bombs and dangerous packages were given great care not to be damaged until they got to their final destination, right? At least in the way of all of the novels, movies and radio shows. He wasn't any kind of specialist with dangerous packages but imagined he had enough good sense to put two and two together. Not like he figured this box was equestrian in origin... but it seemed a LOT more like an item that someone wanted to get rid of and destroyed rather than something legitimately dangerous.

In response to being shaken violently something from inside the box thumped back against his ear.

As Form approached the mysterious box, picked it up, and listened to it, the Doctor pressed his ear up to the other side.  When he heard a very deliberate *thump* in reply, his ears perked up.

”If I didn’t know any better… I’d say somepony was inside…”  He watched the box more intently for several seconds, until…

”Well, come on… what are you waiting for, open it up!”  He looked back to the box; he almost seemed excited to see what, or who, was inside…

"But if somepony's inside, why would they put all that 'last class' and 'handle roughly' stuff on it?" Angel kept her distance from the box, eyeing it suspiciously. "And what was it doing up there anyway? And what was-" She deliberately cuts herself off, stopping herself before she ends up on an endless stream of questions that she's starting to suspect she may not get answers to. Instead, she just glares at the box. And grabs hold of the alicorn bust with her telekinesis incase the box isn't holding a somepony but a something.

His eyes went wide as he heard a returning thump. As the Doctor told him to open it he set it down. "Asking lots of questions. Not very charismatic." He said bluntly, more than addressing Angel with his statement, "Really puts you as an underfoot figure." he finished, obeying The Doctor and opening it before taking a step back. Anything stuck in that box would want out and he didn't want to take the chance it would try to get more room than everyone was giving it.

He noticed the excitement on The Doctor's face as he did so. He had a feeling this was the sort of thing this pony must have lived for; the strange, the weird, the random. He must have lived to be there when things happened that were new and amazing.

In a way Form sort of Envied that.
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The now open box revealed a hog-tied, gagged and rather roughed up earth-pony. He did his best to sit up only to fall back over in the box again. He repeated this action several more times before finally managing to flop himself over the side of the box.

"Hhmmmummhjm!" the earth-pony was obviously trying to relay a distressed message of some sort but was stopped by the tape around his muzzle.

As the pony that appeared before them frantically tried to clamber out of the box and relay some unknown message, the Doctor seemed to be too busy rambling to pay the poor pony any mind.

"There was a pony in the box! ... That's just fascinating!"  He trotted right up to the mysterious pony and inspected him closely, not really taking notice of the makeshift muzzle the poor stallion was wrapped in.

"But why in the wild world of Equestria would a mad pony in a box suddenly fall into the TARDIS?...."  As he mused, he finally reached for the muzzle around his muzzle, and slowly started unrolling it.

"Well... not "mad," mad... more like "cross," really...

Besides... I thought i was supposed to be the "Mad Pony in a Box" anyway...."

He couldn't help but feel a certain sense of irony about the whole situation.

"So how did you end up here, friend?"  As he asked the question, he ripped the last layer of tape away from the pony's snout unceremoniously, and all at once.

Scene: Luna's moon. In the sky hangs the planet Equis, the light reflecting off the celestial body permeating the surface with a soft warm glow.



"GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A cry great pain from the planet above shatters the tranquility of the lunar body.

End Scene.

Beamer holds his forehooves over his mouth as let's out a stream of words best not said in the presence of polite company.

...

Or in any company really.

The green earth pony shoots a glare at the Doctor.

As the tape came off and the pony inside screamed in pain Form took a step back and raised his forehooves. He still hadn't lowered himself into the standard pony posture, alert and upright. If The Doctor was ever to choose a descriptor for him it was doubtless bound to be "jumpy" at this point. Doubtless, however, The Doctor would see him differently in time.

Even Form realized all too quickly that this new pony was screaming in pain, what with all the expletives. He took a step closer, looking down on the stallion in the box with a  bland expression, still tense but open.

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The door to the TARDIS opened as its resident entered and headed straight for the central control panel.  He flipped several switches and pulled an enormous and awkwardly poised television screen toward him on its boom.  He fiddled with the nobs, trying to clear up the display with some difficulty, until he quickly lost paitince and gave it a good “thwack” with a forehoof.

”Oh, why is this bloody scanner always on the fritz?  Especially when there’s something important to be done….”

After more work and a second thwack, the snowy display cleared itself up and showed a map of Ponyville and the surrounding countryside.

”Ah…. There we go… that’s more like it…”

The Doctor darted from the scanner to an instrument readout that was currently printing a continuous line graph of its findings.  He then inspected a trio of dials which were giving their own opinion of the situation.

”Hmmm…. It’s just as I feared…”  He took the printout in hoof and followed along as it continued printing.  ”These readings are consistent with some sort of temporal or transdimensional displacement….  Somepony must have found my TARDIS and come after me….”  He trotted back over to the big scanner  With a flip of a switch he superimposed a grid over the town, and displayed the readings he had gathered so far as an “area of effect.”  Practically the whole town was covered.

”But with readings this sporadic the source could be anywhere!”  He dropped back on his haunches at the daunting realization.  ”Or anyone for that matter… Daleks… Cyberponies… The Silence…”

The Docor shuddered as the grim possibilities of what an invasion by any of the aforementioned aberrant races could do to the ponies of Equestria if left unchecked flashed through his mind.  He steeled his resolve and stood again.

”Then I will just have to find them, and make the first move!...”  He grabbed a small silver, copper, and green cyndrilical object from the console and extended a slide on its barrel.  A loud whirring sound reverberated through the air as he downloaded all the readings he had taken to the small hoof-held device.

”There… That should give me enough to go on…. Now…. “  He grinned toward the large, clear crystal that ran from floor to celing in the middle of the console.

”ALLONS-Y!!!”

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