Random Doctor Who RP is Random

It was a normal day on Earth, sun shining brilliantly, birds chirping, a calm peace enveloped the land. Almost too calm. Soon, this was disturbed by the faintest of whirrings. The sounds grew louder until finally, a blue Police Box appeared on the street corner. It looked quite out of place in the modern town, but stranger things had happened. From within the depths(exceedingly large depths for such a small Police Box) of the blue machine came a man. Now, if this were not peculiar enough, the man was wearing suspenders, and a large red bowtie, giving him the look of a rather corny comedian. Of course, if he were to hear that he would be appalled and would exclaim how cool his bowtie was. With a brilliant grin, he stumbled onto the sidewalk. "Hmm...something's off..." He muttered quietly. He stuck his hand into his coat and fingered his Sonic Screwdriver, a sort of nervous habit of his. "So what is it.."

Wandering down a nearby street with a similar device in his hand was another man. He wore a brown pinstriped suit with a pale blue shirt underneath, accompanied by a black and grey tie. Over the top, he wore a long brown overcoat that splayed out behind him as he walked. His shoes... were most odd in comparison to the rest of him; Red Converse All Stars.

The Tenth Doctor held his sonic screwdriver out in front of him, one hand running through his flyaway dark brown hair as he tried to locate the source of energy that was so similar to his own 'ship'. The blue light on the screwdriver flashed as he moved it around, indicating how close he was to the energy source.

He turned the corner of the street and froze, lowering both arms and his sonic screwdriver in surprise at what he saw. There was a Police Public Call Box parked just there in the street.

The TARDIS.
But not his TARDIS. No. There was another man getting out of it. Frowning, he wondered who this man was and how on earth he had gotten hold of his ship.

With a frown, the man, known as The Doctor, took out his own device. It made the oh-so-familiar buzzing noise as if collected information. Looking at it, his eyebrows furrowed and then shot up in surprise. That couldn't be right... Turning around, he saw the man in the coat holding the all-too-familiar object with a flashing blue light. How this was possible, he had no clue. But blimey, this was too cool! Flashing a grin and giggling giddily, he strode up to the other man. "Why hello there! Pleased to meet you. I happened to notice that you've seen my box. And that device you've got there...It's a sonic right? A sonic screwdriver?" The Doctor began quickly babbling and interrogating this Timelord. "Oh. I'm called The Doctor." He added, not at all sheepishly. "You are?"

The Doctor didn't have time to get a word in as the other man commented it on his sonic screwdriver before introducing himself.
"I'm The Doctor..." he replied out of habit when this other 'Doctor' asked him his name, "Which means you are impossible... unless.."

He looked at his sonic screwdriver once more. The readings making much more sense now that he had seen this first hand.

"We're both The Doctor? Well this is great! Oh, how old are you?" The Doctor was curious as to whether this man preceded him or was his future self. "I'm 908, myself." Oh the wondrous mischief he could get into with himself...Two Doctors is always better than one! No companion as of now.. It was the perfect opportunity to mess around! Hopefully the Queen didn't show up this time... Ah, another story for another time.

The Tenth Doctor was just about to answer with something, but just then something red and gold zoomed past not even a few meters above the two Doctors, a short trail of white behind it. It crashed into the house nearest to them and Ten looked back to Eleven.
"How about we go and investigate?" he asked, indicating the now collapsed house.
Luckily the house was currently unoccupied as the tenants were on vacation. Oh what a surprise they would get when the came home.

(Ahaahhah the tenants. Oh the irony of Ten talking about the tenants. /shot)

Eleven nodded and dashed off to the house's front door. Honestly, he could've gone in the gaping hole in the side of the building but that just felt rude. So, after politely stopping at the mahogany door, he proceeded to kick it down. Upon walking in, he saw a strange sight, even for him. There, in the middle of the floor, lie a man in a suit of red and gold armor. Even stranger was the group of people entering through the gaping hole the armored man had made. They were armed. With salt.