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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?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[apparently he's on a different thought track] D'you know how to get hold of Jack? -- The - this Jack. [vague gesture]

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[well, here, Tosh is going to gingerly rest an arm on your shoulders anyway] No, I don't. Ianto might, if he weren't, y'know, a cat.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. and rubs his eyes.] Great.

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[D: Tosh wants you to feel better, Owen...so she drops for a moment, then returns with tea, because she feels that tea is more comforting than coffee (and she's better at making it). if that's not good enough, she's perfectly willing to go grab something from the bar]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You all right, mate?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[wry smirk, trying to dig out of his funk - putting up walls as usual] How British of you.

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[so not fooled, but she doesn't want to pry] Well, I figured you probably wouldn't want another cup of my coffee.

[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.

[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.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Figured right, luv. [sips]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Do you need a doctor?

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[she pulls a face] Maybe you ought to take over coffee duty till Ianto gets better, then.

[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?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Apparently that's amusing! In a bitter, this-doctor-is-not-too-pleased-with-himself sort of way. He then looks down at the blood, then looks up.] Oh, this? I'm fine. [and he pauses]

Tell you what I do need, though: Captain Jack Harkness, know of any way of getting hold of 'im?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[oh look, another subject change] You know Martha Jones at all?

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

Vaguely - mainly through Ianto. [lalala, avoiding the subject of the Year] Is she- [she stops, uncertain of how to phrase her question, or even what she's asking]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Doing his best to remain professional, here, despite how this may have affected him]

She was shot by Lucy Saxon.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[More than a little bitterly]

letting that woman get hold of a gun never ends well.

I assume you were the one to treat her. Where is she?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[... He really, really doesn't want to do this. Suddenly the 'floor' is very interesting.]

... She didn't make it.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[him not answering is pretty much an answer in itself]

[geekgirltosh.livejournal.com]

[frown] What happened to her?