Pizza Delivery! - Open

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

Berwyn ran to the center of the room, around the hexagonal structure. He guessed it was some form of control center or console, but he couldn't be sure. Squatting down, he brushed the flagstone floor.

"This is incredible!" Berwyn shouted, looking around the room. "It's like a giant, awesome, crazy cool clubhouse!" He looked towards the guy in all black next to the door, a bit embarrassed. The guy was young, and looked like he could get any girl, or guy, he wanted. He also had an odd look about him, as if he had experienced much more than his, give or take, thirty years of life should have permitted. Berwyn realized that over excited outbursts at dimensional anomalies was not 'cool'.

"I mean uh..." Berwyn muttered. "This is uh... rad." Berwyn didn't get out much.

Rather than run the risk of saying something stupid again, Berwyn decided to sit in the Victorian wing-back chair, and twiddle his thumbs until the man in the suit returned to presumably explain everything.

[The First Doctor]

A few hours passed, with no sign of the man in the suit or the woman he had been carrying. The only sounds were a slow, rhythmic pulse from the console in the center of the room. The TARDIS didn't speak, but there were apparently automatic systems designed to see to the comfort of guests. After the first half hour, menus had appeared, along with pencils - obviously there to indicate choices.

Time passed. And then, just when it seemed like they were never going to return, one of the doors opened and the man in the suit reentered, followed by the woman - differently dressed, to be sure, but obviously the same person. "Gentlemen!" he said, shaking first Berwyn and then Owen by the hand, "My apologies, and thank you for waiting. I am the Meddler, and this young lady is my niece Sisilaya, and I fear I must ask your forgiveness for neglecting you. I had become occupied, and I fear that my manners are not what they once were."

He paused, leaned against the console, and smiled. "Now, may I ask your names and the reason for your visit?"

[Sisilaya Vulmecura]

Behind the Meddler stepped the said woman, now bathed and dressed in a pair of brown leather pants, a cream peasant style shirt with a brown with red embroidery women's waistcoat over it, her square heels clicking silently on the floor.
The woman appeared humanoid, but there was something slightly.. off. Her long flowing red hair and pale complexion would remind one of the classical beauties of old days, trapped in paintings from the 19th century. Yet it was her eyes that were bordering the unnatural, a deep forest green. It also didn't help that the woman was armed quite visibly, wide sturdy leather belt hung around her hips, two long knives hanging from it in their sheaths. On her tights were two guns matching the designs on the knives, custom made obviously.

Yet she gave the two men a kind smile, her face lighting up.

"Sisi will work just fine. We lost track of time a bit I'm afraid." She grinned, nudging her uncle.