we haven't had that spirit here since 1969; open to all

[i_jones]

Welcome, welcome. Not through that door. I mean, you can try it, but all doors lead to breakfast. Even that one underneath the console. You thought you were being clever. Maybe once you've behaved yourself and the TARDIS judges you to be worthy, you can explore a little more. For now, breakfast. For one night only, the TARDIS has become - or rather, has been inhabited by - King Ianto's Coffee Stop. Would you like to join the club? He has pamphlets. And buttons! But more importantly, he has breakfast. Lots of breakfast. The countertops of the cozy diner are lined with plates of breakfast foods galore - bacon, eggs, sausage, mushrooms, tomatoes, black pudding, cockles, laverbread... and okay, there are American staples too. There's your pancakes and your french toast and hash browns and cupcakes or whatever strange sweet things Americans eat for breakfast. Oh, and tea. Lots of tea. And if you ask very nicely, King Ianto himself might brew up some of his very own coffee. It's so good, it has a cult following.*

The walls are decorated with a strange collection of primarily alien souvenirs. There's one whole section of postcards from other planets and galaxies. GREETINGS FROM MARS! says one particularly upbeat postcard, featuring swathes of blue sand and a setting blue sun. Many others are unreadable. There are flags, leis of unfamiliar flora, letters of commendation (right next to WANTED signs), photographs both old and new of various people and various Doctors posing next to various monuments and landmarks, and strangely enough, what looks to be a stolen sign commemorating Ianto's death, from the management of Mermaid Quay. Have a look around! You never know what you might find. Probably none of it is dangerous. The food definitely isn't.

Oh and also the ceiling is space and outside the windows is space and spaaaaaace.**

*((Ianto has an undiscovered power: his coffee improves you. Your health, your powers (temporarily), your mood, whatever needs fixing. Please drink responsibly.))

**not actually space

Comments

[peacefulexplorer]

He's relieved to receive a more reassuring echo, the levels of suspicion evidently dimming with his clarification. It's equally reassuring - though no less alarming - to be approached by a simulacrum both like and unlike his own, the physical rendering of a being for the purposes of communication.

"The TARDIS," his spectral form repeats, confusion briefly clearing. "I know you - I know of you. I don't think I've ever seen you."

He can feel her potential humming through every vibrating curve and circuit, knowledge and space made infinite in a form less suited to a human shape compared to his current form.

It's immense. He can't resist another dim pulse of reverent curiosity, though he keeps his atoms confined to where they are, doubtful she would appreciate him simply meandering throughout her interior unannounced.

"I'm sorry," says Daniel, again looking abashed. "I really didn't mean to just - float in. It's hard to control everything this way, like this." He opens his incorporeal hands to signify his current appearance.

[theoldgirl]

His politeness and even more than that his obvious curiosity about her do a lot towards dispelling the rest of her apprehension, and she nods in acceptance of his apology. His intrusion, while highly alarming, caused no lasting offense and is in fact turning out to be almost welcome, since it brought her something so very interesting.

"It must be rather overwhelming to someone natively human, this form of existence," she agrees, sharing her own curiosity about him and the process which created him, as well as a sort of understanding, though not precisely sympathy. Humans are so woefully limited, and now he is anything but. "Have you not had a chance yet to... explore the reaches and limits of your existence? To familiarize yourself with your new scope of reference?"

[peacefulexplorer]

"I've been trying," he says ruefully. "This isn't the first time I've resorted to this - its how I knew how to Ascend in the first place. But everything's different, here. The Rift, ah, well, you're probably aware of how it has a tendency to be - subversive."

He smiles, a small partial grimace with an uneven self-deprecating slant. As far as he's progressed, as far from human as he is now, his own outlook remains a confusing mix of human and not, both grounded and lost in the Rift's formless shape.

"It's interfering with my ability to understand." Frustration colors his tone as he looks back at his manifestation. "It's interfering with a lot, actually."