running on adrenaline

032

2008-07-08T04:21:00Z

[Martha's finally done moving into the town house, thank you second level. Hey, girl had a lot of stuff. She finishes hanging some pictures around her room and gives her room a last glance over.]

There, that should suffice.

[she turns and makes her way to the kitchen, where she starts fixing herself a pot of tea]

So, I know a few of the people in this house, but I haven't had a chance to meet the rest of you yet. I'm Martha Jones, originally from London, England. I'm a doctor by profession, so feel free to come to me with any injuries. I run a small clinic here in the Artisan District.

031

2008-07-01T21:16:49Z

[Martha is currently packing her things, an irritated expression on her face.]

Don't know how you people manage it, moving in a single day. Do you have absolutely nothing or something?

[She tapes a box closed and writes 'shoes' on the top flap. Yes, one box for shoes.]

At least it's in the same district. That'll make going to and fro easy enough.

[She grins a little though.]

Doctors Street. How very ironic. Just as long as I can pain my room as I please. It seems like each time I get my apartment just how I want it, I have to move again.

[The fact she's quite bothered by the forced move she keeps to herself. This isn't Earth, the Master isn't here, the world isn't ending. She hopes.]

030

2008-06-29T03:53:30Z

It seems to have quieted for now. Best get as much done while there aren't any distractions.

[Martha sips from a mug of coffee and taps a pencil against the notepad in her lap. If you look close enough you'll see she's making out a questionnaire about the cross and crown marks.]

I should have done this months ago.

029

2008-06-19T17:00:42Z

[Martha's sitting in the middle of her apartment, eating from a package of HobNobs, and looking generally confused.]

So... there's a doctor's office downstairs, a white coat hanging on a coat rack, a stethoscope on the desk, and a ton of medical books all over the place.

[she pokes at one said book laying open next to her]

"Myocardial infarction" ... yeah, no idea what that means.

[frowning she looks at her left hand]

Though, I take from the ring that I'm engaged. I'd say married except it seems I'm the only one that lives here. Damn... I don't even remember his name. Or what he looks like.

028

2008-06-02T01:22:56Z

[Martha's in her apartment over the clinic, fixing a pot of tea and some dinner]

Can't say I'm particularly surprised over the number of people coming down with colds. Unfortunately, there isn't a cure for the common cold yet, at least not where I'm from. The only advice I have is to drink lots of fluids and get plenty of rest. And try to avoid staying in damp clothes overly long the next time there's a thunderstorm.

[kettle whistles]

027

2008-05-28T05:56:04Z

[Martha's laying in bed, staring at the wall, an annoyed expression on her face.]

The whispering can stop any time now. I'd really like to go to sleep.

[huffs and rolls over]

I know some people like white noise, but this is ridiculous.

026

2008-05-27T00:19:35Z

[Martha lugs a large box into her office, heaving it onto her desk before rummaging in a drawer for a utility knife. Except she can't find one.]

Damnit.

[goes back to rummaging, hoping to find a pair of scissors or something]

025

2008-05-21T15:43:06Z

[carries a box of supplies into her office and sets them on her desk to catalogue and then put away]

That should be enough for the week.

[carefully sorts through everything in the box and updates her records]

024

2008-05-09T03:18:30Z

[Martha, relieved to have her voice back, is enjoying a glass of wine while she reads through a few medical magazines she bought earlier that day. Her stereo system is playing in the background and she sings along a little as she takes notes in a spiral.]

A delicate advance
A delicate retreat
Delicately planned
Delicate like peace
Delicate like a touch
That's delicately brief
Delicate like you and me

023

2008-05-05T20:57:38Z

[Martha taps her foot as she scans a shelf of food at the market, shopping basket on one elbow. After a moment she pulled a few items from the shelf and puts them in her basket. Walking around to the next aisle, she scans this one... but from the confused expression on her face she doesn't seem to find what she was looking for. After several attempts to catch an attendant's attention she briskly walks over and shoves a notepad under the young man's nose with a question "Where is the worcester sauce?" written on it.]

022

2008-04-29T19:16:57Z

[Martha looks very uneasy as she sorts through some files in her office, distracted enough to forget she's on the second level] So few stars... [she shakes her head and tires to focus on the files] No, it has nothing to do with that. This isn't the end of the Universe. This is just something weird happening in the City again. [unable to put away her unease she shoves the files back in a cabinet and stands up to stretch] Maybe some coffee would help... and a shower, since the water wouldn't work last night.

021

2008-04-22T04:08:41Z

Martha sunk down into her plush armchair with a contented sigh. Finally her furniture was arranged how she wanted it in the flat above the clinic. It was a little larger than her old apartment, which suited her just fine. The windows open so the fresh paint smell would fade quicker, Martha watched her bright orange organza curtains flap in a small breeze.

Thanks for your help the other day Naruto. It went so much faster with your help.

It had been very interesting watching Naruto use that jitsu of his. She'd had the honour of studying ninjutsu for a while when she'd been travelling across Japan in that year-that-never-happened, but she'd never seen a technique like that demonstrated, and she very much doubted it was possible in her world.

Seriously. The talking can stop any time.

Martha was still not used to this constant narration thing. She kept having to stop and drink a bit of water so her mouth wouldn't go dry, but then she'd have to narrate about taking that drink and how her mouth was parched. It hadn't taken long for the novelty of it to wear off. About five minutes really. As social a person as Martha was, she treasured peace and quite as much as the next sane person.

020

2008-04-16T15:57:45Z

[carries a small stack of boxes up a flight of stairs]

Looks like he's not coming back, so I might as well move in above the clinic to be closer.

[sets the boxes down in one room and goes from room to room opening the all windows to air out the flat]

A bit daunting to run this place on my own, but I'll manage.

[looks around her new home then goes back down the stairs to bring up more boxes from a truck she's rented for the day]

The question is whether to repaint to my tastes or not.

Oh! And Raine, how are your knees doing?

019

2008-04-10T18:13:03Z

[looks a little startled as she looks around]

So I'm back. Great. And I was almost done with the case I was working on.

[clenches her hand then tucks whatever is in it into her jeans pocket]

I wonder how long I've been gone...

[accidentally bumps into someone on the street and gets a scathing look]

... They can see us?!

018

2008-03-27T04:35:32Z

[Martha is settling back into her apartment, putting away the things she brought with her when she evacuated the previous week. Her clothes are once again her usual stylish ones and her hair is held back with a knit Alice band. As she walks around the apartment her movements are a little careful as her concussion is still healing.]

Well that was... interesting to say the least. I'm certainly glad it's over. Sleeping in the lounge of a hospital is never comfortable and I've done that plenty already in my life already.

Though apparently Jack's gone missing again. He's a big boy and can take care of himself, but if it goes much longer than a week... well, I might start to worry.

[heads to the kitchen and starts brewing herself some tea]

Syaoran, I never had a chance to thank you for taking me to the hospital. Thank you.

Naruto, are you all right? You found your friends?

Oh, and Doctor. Care to join me for lunch tomorrow? We haven't really talked much since you arrived.

017

2008-03-23T05:21:17Z

[Martha is more than a bit exhausted. But she keeps going, tending patients and helping the people that show up at the hospital. Finally the need to eat becomes a bit pressing, so she heads outside to find something to eat. Procuring herself some fish and chips she starts to head back to the hospital.]

... Doctor?

[ahead of her she sees a familiar brown coat turn a corner]

You're back!

[not realizing she's seeing an apparition, Martha runs to follow, thinking he simply didn't hear her]

Doctor!

[only to run past a weak section of wall and have it fall on her, leaving her half buried in rubble and feeling quite sore]

Doctor...

016

2008-03-18T21:26:17Z

[Martha looks over the derelict mess that had been her apartment building. Her usual stylish clothes have been traded for sturdier, almost militaristic attire, and she looks oddly comfortable in it. A small rucksack of essentials sits at her feet as she pulls her hair back into a tight bun.]

Another apartment ruined. I just don't have luck with them, do I? Well, at least it wasn't another bomb.

[bends down to check the laces of her boots, then stands back up and shrugs the rucksack onto her back, adjusting the straps tugging a little at the hem of the black jacket she's wearing]

Never thought I'd actually wear these. But I just couldn't pass them up when I saw them at the store, could I?

[she looks around her, a haunted expression in her eyes, then she shakes her head]

Get a grip Martha. No time to dwell on the past. ... Haha, can you call it the past if it technically never happened? Whatever. I have to get to that hospital.

Doctor? Jack? Rose? Umeda? Naruto? Are you guys alright?

015

2008-03-14T04:45:20Z

[is looking through her cupboards, realizing they're starting to get a bit bare]

Just three months here was long enough to make me forget how to cook for two people properly.

[shakes her head and starts making a list]

Naruto, I'm going to the store in the morning. Anything particular you want? Besides ramen.

014

2008-03-02T02:57:49Z

[curled up in an armchair in her living room, a medical text open in her lap to a section on the brain]

It's good to see that people are reappearing, though it still doesn't sit well that they disappeared in the first place.

[taps her chin]

Say, Lelouch... the one that's friends or whatever with Umeda, could you drop by the clinic tomorrow? I'd like to talk to you.

013

2008-02-26T05:30:40Z

[drops about a few shopping bags on a chair in her living room]

Just found my new favourite shop. I'll definitely have to keep an eye on that one for when new lines arrive.

012

2008-02-18T04:08:18Z

[is curled up in her living room with the novel ou!Rose gave her and a mug of hot chocolate]

It's tempting to ask just how many of you randomly shacked up with someone not of your own accord this past week. But I have a feeling some won't be very forth coming on such a subject. But the demographics would be interesting.

[ooc: All of Martha's friends got a bottle of wine and some fine chocolates for Valentine's Day. Justsosyouknow.]

011

2008-02-13T22:46:03Z

[curled in a squishy chair, reading a book, with a glass of wine and a box of chocolate on the end table next to her]

Best part of Valentine's is definitely the sudden increase of available chocolate.

010

2008-01-30T06:26:59Z

[Martha's dressed as a healer, spear included]

Have to admit, these fit pretty nice. I especially like the boots. Can I keep them?

Hmmm, running low on herbs. Time to go pick some more.

009

2008-01-11T06:11:26Z

No! No, it's not my fault! How was I supposed to know? I didn't... You can't blame me for that! [shakes her head]

[pained gasp] OW! Blood hell that hurts! [presses a hand to the back of her left shoulder] Stop saying that! In the end it never happened! Everyone's still alive!

[freezes] What was that? [snaps head to the side quickly] Nothing there. I'm just... imagining things. I'm tired and should go to bed. [twitches]

008

2008-01-02T23:19:21Z

New Years was rather amusing. Had a bit of a hangover in the morning but it wasn't as bad as I suppose it could have been.

Seems some people are moving out of the apartments. I think I'm going to stay right here. I've the whole apartment to myself and it's all decorated as I like. I don't really need any extra space.

from original!Martha
• original!Doctor(Tenth): "Trust Me I'm a Doctor" and a slinky
• original!Jack: a nice selection of alcohol and a watch
• original!Rose: bottle of wine and a purse
• original!Master(Simm): a bucket of water

[ooc: D8 Sorry these are so late. I have no excuse whatsoever. Pretend she delivered them on time? ><;]