Shatterverse Panfandom RP

There's the obligatory popping noise and flash of bright light, and a. . . blue police telephone box materialises on the grass in the middle of an over-grow back yard. A few minutes later, a blonde head pokes out, eyes blink once, then twice, and a cut-glass upper-class jolly-hockey-sticks voice says 'blast! Just when I thought I had the bothersome thing fixed."

She disappears back into the TARDIS (because really, what else takes the form of a blue police box if it doesn't have to) and sounds of button mashing, dial-twiddling, console kicking and muffled swearing can be heard. Something is definitely not quite right. But she's reading signs of another TARDIS on this world, and perhaps whoever owns it has some spare parts. (Also, she wonders who it is. It could be herself, of course. That's always bizarre.)

Her TARDIS disappears, and re-appears moments later - alongside another TARDIS which is also disguised as a police telephone box. As far as the Doctor knows, only her TARDIS has that particular malfunction in it's chameleon cloaking. So, she shrugs, and knocks on the door, and waits for herself to answer it.