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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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[Martha is pretty unimpressed by that bitchslap and just smirks at Lucy] C'mon, have you ever known a politician's wife who actually did anything? Ruling universes my arse, you're just meant to stand there and look pretty.

[Lucy has been waiting for this moment for a long time. which means she's basically just grabbed Martha by the throat with the intent on throttling her] I'm much more talented than my colleagues.

[she manages to rasp something out around Lucy's hands:] Yeah, that pretty much just made you sound like a prostitute. [and then she brings a knee up to knee her in the stomach]

[grunts at that, releasing Martha's neck, then goes right back at her, clawing] I'm not the one selling myself to all who will listen.

Nah, you're a classy whore. You'll only sell yourself to destroy an entire species. [she fends her off as best she can, trying to aim a few kicks at her shins to drive her off]

Did it ever occur to you that I don't like humans much? [you know, Martha, those boots of yours really, really hurt, especially on thin ankles, and Lucy finally relents, stumbling back a few feet]

Unfortunately for you, I'm a bit fond of them. [they are asskicking boots! Martha readies herself for Lucy's next assault, grinning a bit from the adrenaline rush] So, has he found a replacement for you yet, or is he waiting till he can find someone from a more exotic species?

Too bad you'll lose them. [they really, really are! but Lucy stalks a bit closer, smirking herself as she waits for an opportunity to strike] Harry has no intention of replacing me. Just because you're worthless doesn't mean I am, as well.

Not if I have anything to say about it. [Martha watches her carefully, ready to swing a punch if she tries anything] How do you know he's not going to replace you? Maybe his attention span is just as short as the Doctor's. He could be tired of you already.

Such a pity you don't, isn't it, Miss Jones? [wait for it ... wait for it ... and Lucy moves in to grab Martha by the hair once she's just behind her shoulder, intent on yanking the other woman's head back] Because I'm not like you. Harry and I are kindred spirits. I understand him!

Well, I'm still alive, so the way I see it, I do. [ow, that hurts! and it only hurts more when she tries to pull away! D: so she throws a punch wildly over her shoulder, hoping to hit Lucy] Well, that's a little sick, isn't it? Anyway, that whole...interspecies thing has got to provide a bit of a barrier, hasn't it? What with him being a few centuries older than you, to start.

You're so ridiculously naive. [and the punch connects! Lucy reels back, nursing her cheek. that's gonna leave a bruise, thanks] And the Doctor isn't centuries your senior, either? I don't care if Harry is a thousand years old; I love him and intend on being with him as long as I live.

[Martha takes the opportunity to pull free from her grip] Which probably won't be too long, if you stick around him. [a bit of a self-deprecating smile] Besides, my relationship with the Doctor is a bit different than yours and the Master's.

[glares] Harry wouldn't hurt me. [sniffs] In what possible way?

No? He really doesn't sound like the sort of person to spare anybody, even you. [she rolls her eyes] It's just...different, that's all. [not getting into what she's spent many long nights mulling over, thanks]

You obviously don't know him as I do. I'm better than you and all these other fools. Harry knows that. He knows what I'm capable of. He wouldn't be rid of me. [quirks a brow, then smirks] That's hardly an answer. Have you run out of quips and retorts so soon, Miss Jones?

Yeah, but you seemed awfully worried about it earlier - almost frightened, I'd say. [snorts] I just don't feel the need to fill you in on the details of my personal life.

Well you're wrong. I'm not afraid. I'm not worried, not about Harry. [tsks] You would never make it in politics. Your lies are far too transparent.

No, just contradictory. [shrug] That's not a lie - I see no reason to tell you everything, Lucy.

Hardly. [hmphs, crossing her arms] Fair enough. I see no reason to remain here wasting my time with you. I've much more ... important matters to attend to, wouldn't you agree? [and because she's evil!] Tish has been particularly difficult lately, after all.

[throwing caution to the wind, Martha tries to tackle Lucy to the floor of the Plane]

[I'm all for tackling, so Lucy goes down hard, wind knocked out of her as she hits the ground. she recovers quickly, grabbing for Martha's face, intent on clawing her eyes out]

[Martha grabs at her wrists, trying to keep her hands away from her face and wrenching them quite hard]

[there's a sharp snapping sound and Lucy cries out, attacking Martha with renewed vigour -- but only with her left hand, her right throbbing painfully as the wrist begins to swell]

[Martha winces when she hears the snap, letting her guard drop for just a moment]