two;

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[here's Dr. Martha Jones! And she's brought a lab table and some lights!]

[What is she doing? Oh! It looks like she's dissecting a dehydrated (is that an alien???) corpse and talking into a small dictaphone attached to one of the lights]

Making another incision. There appears to be another puncture wound just below the extra rib.

[interrupting would annoy her, so please feel free!]

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[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Watching in abject horror. Don't mind him]

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[do do do, she's making a Y incision]

Appears to be some damage along the upper thoratic...at least, I think it's the upper thoratic column.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Wanders a bit closer, still staring]

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[ =| she sighs]

Put on a mask, at least, I think there's a gas pocket in this part and the last thing you want is to get hit by it. [she gestures to a box of disposable face masks on the table]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Gah! Noticed! He skips back a step, grabbing one.] Sorry. I didn't mean to bug you...

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[There are sharp things; of course Brigitta is there and looking fascinated] Whatcha doing?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[half-jumps, and then quickly composes herself] Autopsy. UNIT will be at my hospital any minute, I want to get this done before they get here.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She makes a "hm" sound and leans on the table casually] Where is it from? It looks fairly interesting- I've never really seen a dead one before.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Don't know yet. Still trying to put together how it got to London. You might want to put on a mask.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

{Well, Booster is already on a roll}

...Man, I hope that thing isn't related to J'onn in some weird way.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[stops, mid-cut, and looks up] Who?

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

He's a fr--No, he's more like a former boss, or something. He's a Martian. And actually from Mars, too.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

No, this isn't a martian.

[beat] Well, I don't think it is.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Oh, cool. What is that?

{Congratulations Martha, you have House's genuine interest :|b}

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[yay! If only she wasn't really irritated by the interruption]

I don't know, that's why I'm doing this autopsy, before the unified intelligence taskforce takes it away.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

{He takes a mask from the table before he looks closer. But he doesn't really put it on, just kind of...holds it to his mouth. Because that's how you do it in Jersey, duh}

What, is that like Area 51 in some alternate universe and/or the future? Can never tell here, so I'll go for both.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

More like a top secret government agency in London. I turned them down for a job, they don't like it when I poke about in their business.

[gently moves aside a shriveled liver] Look at the fatty tissue blocked around the vital organs. Put there to keep the internal organs warm in cold temperatures, maybe?

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[Being smart about this thing, Martha politely observes from a distance. She would love to take notes on it, but it's vaguely unsettling to be taking lessons from a future version of yourself, even if it's in alien anatomy.]

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[looks back over the mask at herself, then nods towards the other masks] Come on, I could use a little help.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[A smile breaks across her face and she steps up beside herself. By the time she pulls the mask on that hides it, her smile is a bit more professional, but it's still there]

I'll follow your lead.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[into the dictaphone] Right, I'm making an incision in the upper leg to examine the muscular structure.

Dr. Jones, can you hold this clamp in place for me?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[his expression is somewhere between disturbed and fascinated as he watches her; it's not long before he can no longer contain his curiosity]

I'm sorry to interrupt, but are you doing an autopsy?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. I'd do it back on my world, but I've only got a limited amount of time there.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[he nods, coming closer and looking down at the body with a grim frown before speaking with quiet sympathy] Whatever happened, it looks painful.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

[nods] Hit by an ambulance. Still not sure how it appeared or what it was doing by the hospital. None of the patients appear hurt, it must've just been lost.