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[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]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[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.

[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...

[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]

That's all right. Just try not to stand too close. I've got to get this done in a limited amount of time, figured this might be the best place for that.

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

Oh, cool. What is that?

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

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[He remains a few feet behind her, but close enough to see what she's doing]

R-Right...

[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.

[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]

Have you seen anything like this before?

[makes another long cut, then uses tongs to pull away the shriveled skin]

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

No, this isn't a martian.

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

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[A slow shake of the head]

[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?

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

I guess that's why you're dissecting it. Mystery alien from beyond?

...That kind of sounds like a horror movie from the 1950s, huh?

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

Me neither. So what's it doing in London?

[winces as a small cloud of green gas pops up from the carcass] There's the gas the nurses spoke about.

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

I'd better do it here and now than in the next thirty seconds in my world when the government storms through the autopsy door and takes it away.

[smiles a little at that through her mask] My whole life is a bit like a horror movie from the 50s.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Was it not supposed to be there? [Aliens? What are those?]

[But! He does jump a bit at the gas.]

[imnot-hisgirl.livejournal.com]

No, we don't normally have these sort of things in a typical hospital. [of course, she's being very calm about all of this, being Martha in military mode]

[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.]