one;

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[Look! It's Martha! She's in a set of dark green scrubs with a lab
coat over top, clearly just out of the operating theater. In one hand,
she has a paper cup of coffee. Okay, maybe she was on break.]

[She spins around, confused]

Where am I? I just stepped into that shop during my break to buy a
birthday gift for Mum---

Not the shop! Those two men! They must've been---

Oh, no. Not again. I do not have time for this again. Do you
hear me?? I don't! I've got a life, now!

[throws the cup at the air]

If you've got questions for me, ask them. I won't answer, but you can
ask. And then I want to go home.

Comments

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Have a terrified Greek girl clutching a sword and staring at you Martha!] ...Again? D-does this happen a lot to you?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[hands up, takes a step forward] Sometimes. End up in places I don't want to be against my will.

Is that what's happened to you, too?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Oh, odd that, not really that good.

[Faint smile] Yeah, here's okay though, weird but at least it... At least it's slightly less scary here.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, colour me surprised! I have just now met Miss Jones!

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

I knew it was you, Saxon.

You can't just leave me alone!

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You were shopping, too?

Though I don't see why you're yelling. This place isn't so bad, really.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

What are you doing here? It isn't safe here! There isn't even a ground!

[lamb_of_gold]

Martha?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[startled] Who're you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Martha?

[pause and then...]

This is ... right either new Martha or well...

[he's had enough of experiments, tyvm so he's not even saying that out loud]

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Doctor!

[runs towards him like she might hug him, then stops, righting herself]

It's...it's good to see you. Saxon was here, what's he doing without supervision! You said you were going to guard him!

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[This would be Isaac's FIRST time dealing with Plane!Doubles, so here, have a worried-looking blond kid staring at you, Martha]

...You alright?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Hi, I'm not going to hurt you. My name's Martha. Do you know where we are?

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[uhm]

Hi?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Oh my God.

It's you! It's---me?

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Ace stands not to far away. Her arms are crossed and she looks rather amused.]

No questions, but I have to say I like the stubborn determination.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[spins around, standing straighter] I'm told it's one of my better qualities.

If you don't have questions, what do you want?

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

Martha? You all right?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[takes a surprised step back]

Who're you?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he approaches slowly, hands flat in front of him, obscuring the slight smile on his face] It's all right. You can return home any time you like.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[oh, Five, you're so pretty, but she's gonna be wary anyway]

How?

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[Isaiah approaches, though his eyes and grin are wide and his hands are up in that stop-surrender sign. This girl is acting major weird, but he is not passing an opportunity for ribbing up.]

Yeah, uh, I have one: what's your issue with sand?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Sand? What? I don't have an issue with sand! I have an issue with being scooped up from my home!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[We'll just have the Doctor coming up to see Martha, just a wee bit curious and feeling the same old brand of guilt that Martha manages to invoke in him.]

Finding your way around all right, Martha?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[and have an old-fashioned excited Martha smile for about 1.34 seconds, before it is replaced by a) anger, b) irritation, and c) general displeasure]

So you are here.