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[Martha is cooking! Unfortunately, it's hard to tell what she's cooking, because whatever it was is now a blackened lump in the skillet, and there are flames leaping up. So she's not really cooking as much as she's trying to find a fire extinguisher or a towel, or possibly some water. Or, you know, something to put out the fire.

...which has now spread to the towel she just used to try to smother it, whoops. Fire control is not Martha's forte.]

((ooc: Experiment over!))

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[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[grin] I expect a lot of people around here would.

[contract_star]

Some more than others.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

If he's been terrorising the Plane, I'm surprised he's managed to stay alive as long as he has. 'Course, he's already dead back in my reality.

[contract_star]

There's that, at least.

...The older one...the Cheetah one has been killed while here, at least.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[uh-oh, Martha only knows of one Master here; the other one's been playing nice with her] What d'you mean, the older one?

[contract_star]

He's half-Cheetah or something. Beard, yellow eyes, fangs, usually pretty well-dressed.

...I thought you knew about the second one.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[D:] No, I only knew about the one in my timeline. [oh, fuck, she /petted/ the Master - brb showering obsessively]

[contract_star]

...I'm sorry.