It's really ridiculous how much of the TARDIS needs repairing. 900+ years of time travel will do that, he supposes, but sometimes when he's especially ready to go out and explore, it becomes a bit of a hassle.

Like right now, where he's wedged under the console, waiting for the TARDIS's engines to start cooling down so they can get moving again.

"Come on, old girl," he says, patting the side of the coral. "It's not so bad, it's just a new cooling system." The TARDIS groans irritably within his mind. She hates this just as much as he does.
"You wanted an ocean, have I got an ocean for you."

The Doctor darted around the console and scooped his jacket up from where it hung on one of the TARDIS pillars. He absolutely loved this bit. The first trip to an alien world with someone who didn't even believe in other worlds until now. Very little was more exciting.

"Now! We've got breathable atmosphere, low radiation, and a beautiful summer day. The waters of the Greeio Malgoon are purple in the summer, which is when they're the warmest and the safest. I'd have taken you to them in the winter when they're blue, but the water's acid content gets a bit high and ends up spewing out strange creatures with eyes that shoot lasers. Green lasers, they disintegrate you without much warning. Very technicolor world, the Greeo Malgoon."

He shrugged. "Still! In the summer, peak of tourist season, it's the most brilliant place for a visit."
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