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[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Marta has arrived on the plane, wide-eyed and tense. In her hands, she holds a letter. A very formal letter. A letter that she would rather she never received in the first place.

She doesn't stay standing for long. In fact, she very quickly falls to her knees, her gaze still on the letter in her hands as she reads it over, and over, and over... Anyone who even remotely comes close will notice that she's trembling.]

The Doctor...? Why? Why is this happening?! I don't want to kill the Doctor! I don't want to kill anyone...

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[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[With something of an encouraging smile:] Oh, that's all right; I've no intention of letting you die.

I was thinking about board games. Do you like those?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She has no idea what that means, but... she'll take it, for now. She can't exactly think straight at the moment anyway. Maybe she'll think on it later.]

Board games? I think I've played one before, a long time ago. Why?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't see why we should be made to fight if neither of us cares to. Really, all we can be forced to do is show up at the specified time. Once we're in, we can do whatever we like. [And die if the sand runs out before anyone dies, but she's going to brush past that in hopes that Mart won't think about it. There's no need.]

Did you like it? I think they might be the easiest to bring into the coliseum.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She nods. The Doctor brings up a good point...]

Board games... sound fun. [She manages a small smile, but it's very, very forced. She's still upset that this has to happen at all.] I can bring pillows for us to sit on, maybe some drinks or food if we get to a town before we're... c-called back here.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[It's a good sign, though, and the Doctor tries to encourage it along by reaching out to squeeze her hand lightly.]

That sounds good. I can bring snacks as well, I think. And definitely the games, I've got loads of them.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[The smile seems a little less forced after the reassuring touch.]

This is starting to sound more like a small party than a deathmatch, you know?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Well, it is our deathmatch. We can use it any way we like.

[And... die at the end! But whatever, pleasantness beforehand.]