The Doctor's TARDIS (Silurian Earth)
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The Doctor's TARDIS from an alternate timeline was generated by Mortimus. It was originally the TARDIS of the Third Doctor from that universe. That incarnation died, killed by the Silurians, and his regeneration was prevented by Mortimus.
The TARDIS shut down and died along with him. When Ace retrieved the TARDIS key from the Third Doctor's body, it had become isomorphically neutral, meaning anyone telepathically authorised could bond with it to activate and gain access to the TARDIS.
When dormant, the TARDIS' interior dimensions were only enough to contain the console. When Ace activated it by placing the TARDIS key in a slot in the console, it connected with her mind and recreated the interior dimensions. (PROSE: Blood Heat)
With his own TARDIS having been lost in a tar pit, the Doctor began to travel in this ship. Despite some problems involving the ship initially not trusting him, the Doctor eventually managed to get along with the ship until he gave it to the mysterious Muldwych, simultaneously reclaiming his original TARDIS from Muldwych after it escaped destruction in the alternate world via a Fortean Flicker. (PROSE: Happy Endings)
After the Doctor managed to repair it, this TARDIS had a working chameleon circuit. It could blend in with its environment. It became an Aztec idol in Mexico in 1487. When it arrived on the Titanic, it became a large, featureless crate. (PROSE: The Left-Handed Hummingbird) Ace plotted an exterior of the TARDIS using the keyboard inside the console: a 25th century Axmeister tank. On discovering this, the Doctor reset it to the TARDIS' control, upon which it disguised itself as a gingerbread cottage. The Doctor initially treated this as a mistake, but later revealed that it had been his first clue that their latest destination was the Land of Fiction, which he had concealed from his companions until he was ready to spring a trap on the Land's new Master. (PROSE: Conundrum) In London, the Doctor materialised the TARDIS around Nelson's Column, then disguised it as the Column. Mortimus ruined the disguise, hacking the circuit from his TARDIS and replacing parts of the column with the Statue of Liberty. (PROSE: No Future)
Finally it appeared as a tarot reader's tent. The Doctor decided to permanently "fix" it to appear as a police box from 1963, concluding that, while it was old-fashioned and out of date, he felt that the police box was him. (PROSE: No Future)
The interior was taken from Ace's mind when she first activated the TARDIS. There were laboratories, living quarters, a swimming pool, cloisters and libraries within the TARDIS' interior dimensions. She also created a new room for herself. (PROSE: Blood Heat)
The console room contained a Edwardian chaise longue and, within one of the roundels, a thermos of coffee. (PROSE: Blood Heat) There was also a basket chair and a hatstand in the console room. (PROSE: The Dimension Riders)
After Ace's departure, the interior took on the appearance of wood-panelled corridors with a 1930s style cage lift, plus an arboretum, a hospital ward, a complete indoor sports centre, a tennis court, a car garage, a water purification plant and a quarantine bay. (PROSE: Sanctuary)
The TARDIS' state of temporal grace also functioned correctly, able to halt the missiles fired by the HMS Revenge at the Silurian's palace. The Doctor materialised the TARDIS around the planet to prevent the missiles to ensure the effect worked. (PROSE: Blood Heat)
The environment circuits handled the day and night cycles of the TARDIS's lighting. The computer systems were once used by Gabriel and Tanith to perform calculations, keeping the TARDIS from dematerialising. (PROSE: Falls the Shadow)
Initially the TARDIS did not trust the Seventh Doctor. It gave warnings, including sounding the Cloister Bell telepathically to the only one it did trust: Ace. (PROSE: The Dimension Riders) The TARDIS often became "sulky" when the Doctor was piloting it. While there was no day or night inside the TARDIS, it did dim the lights when it felt it should be night. (PROSE: The Left-Handed Hummingbird)