Seeing as we didn't want to cross paths with a Gallifreyan solicitor (an entity much like the concept of a Terran piranha that can fly, holds a grudge and wields nuclear weapons), we decided to carry on about our business. Tristan and Skippy were still nursing planet-sized hang-overs from their time in San Fransisco and I was still making some repairs to my own TARDIS, so it was by default that Lestor and Kayndi, having abandoned Lestor's previous Time Travel Capsule (and Lestor, refusing to re-use one of his older ones) needed a ride from Sabrae in order to procure a new one for him.
TARDISes, of course, are attuned to their individual Time Lords. It is for this reason, Lestor SHOULD have let Sabrae pilot, however, as I discussed before (or if I haven't I will discuss in the future) Lestor coveted Sabrae's TTC.
It, however, was not quite as fond of him.
Rather than materializing on Gallifrey, or even one of her affiliated planets where one could easily procure a TARDIS, the trio, instead, materialized on a heretofore unknown world in a pocket dimension. It was a world inhabited by seven billion identical life forms.
Each one appeared almost Gallifreyan (or human, if you are so inclined), but they were shaped a bit...wrong. Their skin was a waxy yellow-pink and their hair (always brown) was coiffed into something akin to a pompadour, but not quite. Each one of them wore identical brown, pinstriped suites with trainers on their feet.
They moved in a very jerky motion. They appeared in swarms and seemed always very curious.
The planet, it turns out, was called "Tennoobia"
Upon exiting Sabrae's TTC, the trio was swarmed by the natives (known as Tennoobs) and could barely close the pyramid in time. Wave upon wave of Tennoobs surrounded them. Most seemed especially fascinated with Sabrae's TARDIS, as they immediately, and ceaselessly began knocking on its door.
Lestor, to his credit, tried to communicate with the hoards of brown-suited...things.
"Excuse me," he said, "I need to get a TARDIS. Can you help me? I need a TARDIS. Can you help me find a TARDIS? Hello? I bet this doesn't happen to 'The Doctor'...Can you get me a TARDIS, please?"
Interesting sociological fact about the natives of Tennoobia: they are incapable of natural societal growth. They, instead, take to mimicking the behaviour of life forms they encounter, having no personality of their own.
Immediately, thousands upon thousands of the Tennoobs began speaking in a cacophonous murmur.
"Hello? I'm...The Doctor...Can you get me a TARDIS?"
To her credit, Sabrae was already fumbling with the door trying to get into her TARDIS while simultaneously fighting off the hoards of Tennoobs trying to get in. Even though they worked quickly, the trio found themselves unable to enter and close the doors before thirty or so Tennoobs had forced their way in and began dispersing throughout the interior.
For nigh on six hours, Lestor, Sabrae and Chandee chased them throughout in a futile effort to round them up and eject them.
Fortunately, they all found Charlie, making cleanup a bit simpler.
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