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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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[Ianto hovers uncertainly. He's not too sure about waking her, but leaving her to sleep on the Plane doesn't really seem like a good idea... especially considering who might be around.]

[But she's hidden under her bush! How can you go wrong with that, Ianto? ...anyway, she shifts, opening her eyes, but remaining still, watching Ianto]

Edited 2008-12-22 12:02 (UTC)

[Oh, well, you know how it is with bushes... one moment you're sleeping under it, and the next your body is being pulled out from a canal five miles away. It's hiding her well enough that he hasn't noticed her eyes are open at least?

He has seen her shift though, and decides to approach.]

[Martha doesn't remember who Ianto is, alas, but he's still better than a Toclafane, as far as she's concerned. She keeps eyeing him warily as he draws closer.]

...Martha?

[Juni is studying Martha with a worried expression]

[she jerks sharply when she hears her name, her eyes narrowing as she looks at Ianto] Who are you?

[Ianto blinks, a little confused.] You know who I am.

[she shakes her head, withdrawing into her bush a bit] I've never seen you before in my life.

[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?

[Martha shifts in her sleep, but doesn't quite wake up]

[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.

[Takes another step closer, tilting her head]

[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]

[her eyes open, but she remains motionless]

[Frown] ...Why are you sleeping under a bush?

[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.

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