your troubled mind...

[smithnjones]

Martha Jones woke up before Des did, of this, she's proud. Although, she hardly remembers falling asleep sitting on the floor, head on his arm in the first place. Her neck protested at the awkward position it'd been forced into for a few hours, but it didn't take her very long to ignore the pain, get a shower taken, a change of clothes, down a

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[mordundgeister]

Morona's back after having been absent for the past couple of days. She's been autopsying the dead from the earthquake. Very few surprises regarding cause of death. Mostly blunt force trauma and asphyxiation due to crushing.

She stops by the medical room and pokes her head in to see Martha working on getting things cleaned up and asks, tentatively, "Do you need help, Dr. Jones?"

[smithnjones]

Martha looks up and shrugs a little bit, with a worn smile. "Sure, if you'd like to. If not I've got a pretty good hold on it. You deserve a bit of rest after all, didn't you just come off a ship at your real life job?"

[mordundgeister]

"Yeah, but I'm here, aren't I?" Morona states, wryly. "Might as well help while I can." She moves into the Medical room and begins helping Martha with the cleanup. After a few moments of silence, she asks, "So... how long have you been here?"

[smithnjones]

"True." Martha smiles. "Uhm, about ten hours, I think. Fell asleep half way through, not in the best of positions, but... couldn't be helped." She shrugs a little in a way that shows she really didn't mind how she fell asleep.

"I hope this place wasn't too much trouble while I was away. No serious injuries or anything?" Her tone is laced with worry, but it's difficult to hear.

[mordundgeister]

"Oh, uh. I meant, how long since you first came to the Conrad from... well, wherever you're from?" Morona amends, sheepishly.

"Regulus injured his hand-he burned it when the quake hit and then broke his wrist-but he'll be fine; he said he had a salve for it. Other than that everyone's in mostly good shape. Other than a few... uh. Freakier things happening."

[smithnjones]

"Oh. Right. Sorry..." Martha smiles a little. "Long... uhm. Well. Week. Six months. I've been here for... well, I guess it's almost seven months now."

She raises her eyebrows. "Freakier things? Like... what?"

[mordundgeister]

"Like the guy who's made of stone... Zelgadis? Falling through a crack in the floorboards and into the bedrock beneath it. He's not hurt and he managed to pull himself out, but... it was strange."

"Nah, I wasn't entirely clear, I guess. Where are you from, originally?"

[smithnjones]

Martha blinks as she takes that in. "That is strange. I'd imagine it's the Rift's doing."

"Originally from London." She smiles and shrugs.

[mordundgeister]

"Zel thought so too," Morona states, simply.

"I was born in Germany," she says with a shrug. "But my parents came to Chicago when I was a baby. Hence no accent."

[smithnjones]

"Germany?" Martha smiles. "I always wanted to visit there. And Italy. Never did get the chance, though."

It's really okay, considering she's done plenty of travelling. Not to those countries, but different worlds and times. She can hardly complain.

[mordundgeister]

Morona smiles sadly. "I don't remember anything about it, unfortunately. Never been back there. Between medical school and everything... didn't really have the chance."