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[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Martha's dead.

Martha's dead, and Owen couldn't save her.

He doesn't know who to contact, what to do -- he has no idea how to get hold of 'her' Jack, and he's obviously no experience with death on the Plane. So Owen's sitting, his shirt covered with blood. He seems to be deep in thought and troubled, mostly hoping that someone he can tell will come along.

And if you're not one of those people, don't be surprised if he drops on you.]

((ooc: I'll be around for a little bit... then I'll get tags in the morning. :)b))

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[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[Tosh kind of o.os at the amount of blood on his shirt as she comes up to him, but he doesn't look hurt] ...Owen? What happened? [she sits down next to him]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[he sort of... puts his head in his hands for a second, raking his fingers through his hair before looking up - but still looking down - again]

I couldn't save her.

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[frowns; debating whether or not to put a comforting arm around his shoulders] Save who?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You all right, mate?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Owen looks up and sort of... gives him a long look, like he's almost familiar, before nodding tersely and leaning back a bit, arms still on his knees. You'd think he's forgotten about the blood.]

Fabulous.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Do you need a doctor?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack stares, though it doesn't take him long to figure out the blood on Owen's shirt isn't his.

It doesn't make him feel any better] Owen?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[His sarcasm doesn't seem as spirited as usual. Owen stands.]

You could at least leave some bloody frigging way to get hold of you, since my you is pretty well useless in this situation.

Jack... it's Martha.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[frowns, posture straightening slightly. His insides feel like they've frozen over, and there is a definite feeling of panic and worry. But you wouldn't know any of that from looking at him]

What happened?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[the scene is disturbing on a multitude of levels. Not only for the inherent violence that is speaks to, but also for Reinette's own memories that it reaches out to take hold of She might as well be watching a scene from her own life, from a distance]

Are you injured?

[she fears that she knows he is not]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[He looks up]

No.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she is direct, as is her way]

What happened here?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Sealink noses at him, slightly more carefully than she would normally.] Something happen to you, babe?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[... Brilliant, a talking cat. He looks at her and almost snorts.]

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[She looks back, then tilts her head at the blood on his shirt.] I take it that ain't yours, huh?

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[Astrid appears and is immediately a mix of horrified and concerned, she rushes over]

Oh my Vot, are you alright? Can I help you at all?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[ugh]

I'm fine. Just waiting for someone.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

You're not hurt then? [eyeing the blood warily]

*totally didn't forget he's in the midst of an experiment*

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the man is a stranger, as are most people on the Plane, and Theta knows it would be best to keep his head down and not interfere until he's...normal, again, but - well, he was never good at that, and anyway he might not be very helpful, by then, if Koschei was telling the truth, so he approaches, cautiously concerned]

Are you hurt?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[He really ought to change his shirt]

No.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[sceptical look] That just the fashion on your world, then?

[madamemoiselle]

{Blood draws vampires, unfortunately}

Ne~ You look upset~

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Curt look]

I'm fine.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Seeing as she's dealt with this before, she's actually rather calm, if not very very worried, about this.]

Did someone get to you?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[:\] I'm trying - [fff okay] look - do you know Jack?