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[Martha's apparently decided to sleep on the Plane now, and she's brought a bit of her surroundings with her. She's presently curled up beneath a bush, her head resting on a large pack and her coat wrapped tightly around her. She's asleep, clutching something with her right hand, but she sleeps lightly these days - approaching her will most definitely wake her up. The patch of land she's brought looks...well, dead would be the best way to describe it. ~~Or like a post-apocalyptic wasteland.~~

A closer look at Martha herself might reveal that she's a bit younger than most of the Plane is used to, and possibly a little thinner. Her face is pale and drawn, and she does not look like she's been sleeping well for...well, months, probably. Add in a bit of stress (or a lot of stress), and it's fairly easy to tell that she lives her life close to her breaking point.]

((ooc: Experiment start! *goes back to trying to catch up...or just sleeps, something like that*))

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[He backs off a little, giving her room. He's more than a little concerned though and it shows.] Ianto. Ianto Jones.

[she pulls her coat tighter around her, nodding] Welsh, are you?

[Nods, studying her face carefully.] You really don't know me?

Haven't the foggiest idea who you are. Should I? [she frowns a bit]

Unless you haven't been coming here long, yes.

[He looks considerate for a moment.] What about Jack? Do you know him?

[she flinches at the mention of Jack, going quiet and studying the grass she's brought with her] Yeah, I do.

[...that was clearly the wrong thing to say, but he really isn't sure what to do about it.] ...you alright?

[Martha looks back up at him, giving him a tight smile - quite clearly not all right, but it's been awhile since anybody's bothered to ask her that question. Why would they, when they're all worse off than she is?] I'm fine, thanks.

[Considering her reaction to him bringing Jack up before he's not sure it's a good idea now, but he is worried, and he has his suspicions of what's going on.] Is Jack?

[glancing back down at the ground now, and she pulls up some of the grass, ripping it to shreds in her fingers instead of answering]

[Ianto knows he's going to regret this. He really does. But he also really needs to know that his suspicions are wrong.] Who's the current Prime Minister Britain?

[she pulls up another handful of dead grass, and speaks in a quiet, flat tone of voice] The Master.

[...oh god no. He glances down, more than a little shaken by her answer.]

[her shoulders slump at his reaction, and she pulls her jacket closer]

...how long has he been in power?

Seven months. [not that she's been counting the days or anything]

[He smiles bitterly at that.] Just five more months then.

[slightly confused look] How do you know?

Lived through it, unfortunately.

[her eyes widen] You did what? [great, now she's convinced that she fails at her mission]

...I lived through it.

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God. [she buries her head in her hands] I'm so sorry.

[...okay, not exactly the reaction he was expecting.] It's alright. It's over now, isn't it? [He considers his wording for a moment before revising it.] Well, it's over for me anyway.

[she scrubs her face with her hands before looking up at him] Really? [and there's a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes now]

[He nods at that.] I thought it was over for you too.

Unless you haven't been coming here that long?

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