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[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha, feeling decidedly weird (as anybody would after being shot and brought back to life), is quietly sitting on her cot near the kitchen, going through the medical supplies she has there and making a neat list of what's there and what she needs to get on a yellow legal pad she has resting on her lap.

Because she feels weird, she isn't as cautious as she might normally be, and one of the scalpels slips and slices deep into the pad of her left thumb. She curses under her breath, then notices that the blood oozing from the cut appears to be black. She grabs a gauze pad and presses it to her thumb to stem the bleeding - and so she can run tests on it later.]

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[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[She draws back again, bewilderment clear on her face.] ...died?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[a slow nod] I was shot, and bled out here on the Plane. And then...the Twins brought me back. That's what happens here.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Sry, Martha. Sealink's wtf-ing a bit here. She'll be nice to her in a minute.] Well, I ain't never heard that before.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

It's...well, it's not too common. There are others, though.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[She stares, then shakes her head and rubs against her, purring. Now is probably a really bad time to be asking about this, so she refrains. ]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[you know what distracts Martha? Kitties! So she pets Sealink, smiling a little] What's your name?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Kitties distract most people, as Sealink found out long ago. She purrs, and leans into the petting.] Most folk call me Sealink, but I been called just about anything.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[pet pet pet] Nice to meet you, Sealink. I'm Martha.