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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