The Professor's Adventures Minisode 1 - Welcome to the TARDIS

Minisode 1: Welcome to the TARDIS

As Steven entered the TARDIS, his eyes had to refocus, from the size of the interior. He slowly looked at the box around him, knocking on the sides, as he ran his hands to where it turned outward and formed a large room, shaped like an octagon. Along the dark wooden walls, that weren’t covered by furniture, were shining roundels, set into the wall. Close to him, on his left sat a beautiful red velvet sitting chair and a steel side table, molded like if it was wooden. To his right, sat a Victorian desk, with a structure sitting on top of it adding to shelves and a light swinging from the top. Moving to the long walls, on his left was a literal wall of books, sitting on shelves all the way down the line, full of everything from Novels to Graphic Novels and everything in between. The right was full of a line of 80’s computers, switches and buttons line against the wall, flashing like a disco on steroids. Further on down, on his left sat a weird looking device, where the screens were spinning around and around with bright dots flashing on them, boxes trying to lock down on certain ones. On either side of that device, was a Grandfather clock on it’s right, and a Jukebox on it’s left. On the right of the room, a door covered in those same roundels sits cracked a little open, leading further into the marvelous machine. At the far end, sits a screen, set into the wall, as the cover slowly opens to the side, showing right outside, the basement they left. Steven slowly looked around, so in awe, that he stumbled into something in the center of the room. He quickly looked forward and saw the machine. The console. An older styled console, 6 separate sides, smooth all the way, and a bar juts out of each side, where more tech lined around the console. On each face, switches, levers, bike stops, buttons, screens, flashing lights, even a spinning hourglass lined along those six sides. The time rotor, a pyramid shaped rotor, spinning wires and poles sit inside the pyramid, helping it rise up and down.

The Professor grinned, done letting Steven have all the fun to himself, slowly stepped into the console room, a grin across his face. “You’ve done it again, Old Girl. You’ve outdone yourself, again. The Classic Style too, like always. That coral design you had a couple incarnations back, it never….sat with me.”

The TARDIS gave a mighty thrum, something which gave Steven a shock strong enough to send him to the floor. His eyes darted everywhere around him, from the wall of tech, to the desk behind him, and everything else in between. “W….W….Wha….” The Words slowly fell from his tongue, almost falling flat against the floor as the shock began to wear off. “What is this….it….It is bigger on the inside…..than it is out….”

The Professor chuckled. “Yes, it is, isn’t it? Welcome to the TARDIS. T.A.R.D.I.S. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. A Type 50 Model, and she is quite a Proud Ship. Insult her and……” Steven looked back, to see the Professor remember something, as a panel in the ceiling opened and a piece of white metal drops out, hanging on a wire. The TARDIS makes another loud thrum, this time a much more angry thrum, before the white metal piece is yanked back into the ceiling and the panel closes. “Yeah….She doesn’t take insults very well…..”

“I….I see…..” Steven slowly looks up, and a thrum is given in return. He shivers a bit, before slowly returning to his feet. The Professor walked over to the console, grinning wide, spinning the hourglass, before running his hand along the console.

“Brilliant, Brilliant….Absolutely brilliant, My dear. You keep outdoing yourself on the consoles.” He smiled, and reached for the console…before looking at his burnt cufflinks. “Oh, right! Right, of course, I am an idiot! Sorry, Hang on!” He took off, through the door down the corridor, as Steven peered in. His eyes grew wide again. Door after door of beautifully crafted doors, the walls covered in roundels, in patterns. He slowly walks to the door, looking at the dark wooden walls, seeing the roundels glow with white light, almost beckoning him down the corridor, to follow the strange man who he met just today.

“Professor!” Steven called. “Professor, wait!” As he ran down the corridor, the roundels kept flashing. Again and again. Like Landing lights for old earth planes, before many of them were scraped for Transporters in the late 2060s. He smiled a bit at that moment, remembering something he learned before Altura Colony- Before his face ran square into an open door.

“Oh! Sorry, Steven! My fault!”

Steven shakes his head, rubbing his hurt nose, before looking into the room. It is gigantic. Lines upon lines of clothing, randomly placed all around the room, piles of clothing pile up to the tops of the racks, giving the sense that the Professor has been in here multiple times before, trying to pick clothing and can’t decide on an outfit. He chuckles, but enters, pulling at a few shirts himself, amazed at the size of the room, as big as an entire department store. “What is this place…?”

“My Wardrobe! Another Museum for my past, and my future in a sense. Looking for clothing always drives me insane!” A pair of boots goes flying into the air. “I thought I burned those!”

“This is your wardrobe?....” He slowly looks to a black school uniform, looking at the black shirt, running his finger against them, looking interested in it. “Hey, Professor, could I-“

“Of course! I do not mind!” A yellow shirt goes flying into a pile. “Where did I get all of this Yellow Clothing, and why would I- Oh wait…..That Ring…..I should burn that shirt just in case.” Steven watched as clothing went flying into the air like butterflies, from tennis shoes to wild west vests, plaid shirts to ribbon ties, Multicolored coats to Earth Kingdom Green clothing. “HAHA! I found it!” Steven turned, to find the Professor buried in one of the clothing piles, legs out, wearing black and grey checkered trousers, and old brown shoes, slipped on and stitched together, the laces ripped out.

“What are you doing….?” Steven asked, slipping on the black overcoat, over the striped shirt that he found on top of a massive pile of old boots, and the blue jeans he tried on, while comfortable, moving in them felt like a chore within itself. “You look ridiculous, do you need help out?”

“NO! No, I am fine, I found the coat!” His hand burst out of the pile, holding an old baggy green coat, looking like it came out of the 1980s but aged even further to give it a vintage look. Steven couldn’t help but chuckle, as the Professor rolled out of the pile, wearing an aqua blue dress shirt, and on top of it a cricket jumper, the lines on it look handmade stitched on, red and green. The Professor shook his head, looking up at his new companion, before rising back onto his feet, putting on the coat.

“No, No, No, I am fine!....Although I do admit, this is one of the more easier times I have found a new outfit. You should have seen when I became a female the first time, HA! Oh that was a hilarious moment, I had to wear baggy clothing before I had something custom made!” The two laugh for a moment, before Steven stopped cold, looking back to the strange man. “What did he just say…?” Steven thought. “Did he just say…”

“Did you just say you were a female once?”

“Of course! Well, twice actually, Which is a rarity for my age. 9 Selves now, and I have been a female! Twice! I actually didn’t mind it all that much the second time round…..” The Professor sighed, lost in thought for a moment. “I missed that Silver hair….”

“Professor? You alright?”

The Professor turned to him, before shaking the memories from his mind, holding his head. “Yes, Yes, Sorry, Totally my fault, Come along, Steven!” As quickly as he was there, he was gone, taking off back the way they came, this time Steven was right on his tail, trying to follow him without hitting into doors this time.

“Professor! Professor, Surely you can at least tell me a bit as to where we are going? I mean, like you said, the entire Milky way is under their control! Those Dominators!”
The Professor chuckled. “Oh Steven. Surely now you have to realize that so much of my tale that I told you is real.” He laughs, walking into the console room, the time rotor slowly moving up and down. “Ah, good, she’s taken off.”

“She…..?”

“Yes, She, what, I was going to call my machine IT, insult her just for being a machine?! She is a living breathing piece of tech that has lived for nearly a thousand years before I was even created, and you want me to call her an it?”

“No, No, that’s not what I mean….but….What do you mean….She?”

The Professor looked to him, his confused expression saying ten times the words his mouth could tell in an instant. “Ah. Right. Well, the TARDIS is as I said a living machine. A Spirit in which runs the organic machinery around her. There are records of TARDISes being ripped out of their shells and taking over people in order to help their o-“ The TARDIS thrummed, almost in a accusatory tone. “Pilots! Pilots, right, pilots, help their pilots return them to their shells. I have tried Hologram technology. That um……Yeah, that did not go well….”

Steven chuckled, watching the Professor float his hands over the console, over the switches and levers, before getting to work, working on the console of tech, as the time rotor rose and fell. Eventually, the TARDIS interior shook for a moment or two, before freezing and staying calm, the Professor grinning from ear to ear.

“We have now entered Void Space again.”

“Void Space…..?”

“Yes, Void Space, why in-“ The Professor quickly looked to his confused new companion. “Oh. Right. You are not Aurora. Sorry about that.” He grinned. “Well, Let me just show you.”