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[call_me_saffron]

I thought everything would go back to normal after a cold shower and a good night's sleep. I still...

Is there a gym or something aboard this damn boat? I need to work off some steam.

[Private to Martha]

I, uh... Have a little problem. Involving hair where it shouldn't be. Can you fix it?

[((ooc)) During the breach, Saffron kind of sort of maybe fell

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[Private.]

[thegooddrjones]

I can try. Want me to come to you?

[Private.]

[call_me_saffron]

If you can. I had a bit of a mishap with the razor and...ugh. I'll explain when you're here.

[Private.] Spam?

[thegooddrjones]

Alright. I'll be there as soon as I can be.

Spam.

[call_me_saffron]

[Right now, a friendly face like Martha's is exactly what Saffron needs but she can't quite shake the feeling of dread over seeing the doctor. Whether it has more to do with the peppering of stubble she woke up to this morning or the thought of actually relating to the woman again, she doesn't know. Whatever the case, the promise of Martha's impending visit has Saffron pacing back and forth in the confines of her cabin.]

Spam.

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha carried her medical bag to Saffron's room, not quite certain what to expect when she arrived there. The woman had said that there had been an incident with a razor, and she hoped that it hadn't been serious enough to require stitching or gluing. There was a soft knock on the door of her friend's cabin, and Martha waited for Saffron to open it. ]

Spam.

[call_me_saffron]

[Saffron sighed when she heard the knock on the door. It was too late to change her mind now... Clearing her throat awkwardly-the doctor did so love to talk-she headed for the door and pulled it open. The sight that greeted her friend mustn't have been too unsettling; for the most part, Saffron had returned to her usual self after the breach. What was noticeable, however, was the rather gory cut on the underside of her chin, which stood as a testament to her having desperately taken a razor to her face first thing that morning.]

Thanks for coming, Martha.

Spam.

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha frowned when she saw the cut, but she didn't mention it until they were both safely inside and the door was shut behind her. Her voice was soft but there was worry in it when she spoke. Most of the time she didn't expect to see such a sight on the chin of a female friend. Really, it looked a bit like it was hacked at.]

Of course I came. Now what happened?

[There was concern on her face, and she set down her bag, and then moved to look at her friend's chin.]

It's a bit of a nasty gash. [And then she leaned in and saw fuzz. Well, that explained the shaving then.]

Spam.

[call_me_saffron]

[Saffron made a face.]

Shaving accident. And don't laugh, I know how stupid that sounds. [She added the last part defensively. She had been too afraid and embarrassed to go to the showers that day for fear of being spotted, and being shut up in her room left her feeling a bit on-edge.]

I was... [A sigh.] I was the bearded lady during the breach. I guess it didn't quite go away like it was supposed to.

Re: Spam.

[thegooddrjones]

Don't worry, I won't. [Martha smiled at her, but she didn't laugh. Instead she just nodded and moved closer to look at the wound on Saffron's face.] Well, it may scar a little, but it doesn't need stitches. As for the rest...

[Martha pulled the scanner out of her bag.] Let's see what's going on. Probably a hormone problem, shouldn't be too hard to fix, yeah?

Spam.

[call_me_saffron]

Hormones. Great.

[Saffron's arms came up to fold across her chest, but it wasn't so much an irritated gesture as one of vulnerability. The last time she and the scanner had crossed paths, it had diagnosed her with a rather embarrassing disease. As if she needed reminding.]

How did the flood go for you?

pam.

[thegooddrjones]

I was a woman with no bones. [She said the words softly, and with a little smile.] Well, perhaps I should say the mouse with no bones. I spent the entire breach either in the tent not talking to anyone as I did the show, or in my tralier. Oh and I cooked.

[There was a little bit of a laugh when she said that she cooked, because Martha in the real world? Well, let's just say that she didn't even heat up left overs in anything other than a microwave. When not on the barge, Martha Jones lived on takeaway and frozen pizza. It wasn't glamourous, but there it was. When she was done with the scanner Martha smiled.]

Just hormones, nothing to worry about. I'll give ya a hypo and you should be alright tomorrow. Now, let me take care of that chin, yeah?

Spam.

[call_me_saffron]

I take it you don't usually cook, huh? [Saffron looked Martha over. The little laugh that had followed the doctor's words was almost infectious; Saffron smiled in spite of herself.]

Seems like you've got cures for everything on this boat. If it wasn't such a drag being shut up here, I'd say we've got a pretty sweet deal.

Spam.

[thegooddrjones]

Nope. Completely rubbish at it, me. Once I nearly burnt down my flat in New York while attempting to make rice in a microwave. You wouldn't believe how told off I got my by neighbors as we waited outside for the fire truck to show up.

[She grinned a bit, and then pulled on a pair of gloves and took out the things to clean the wound on Saffron's chin. She was still smiling before she applied antiseptic to a gauze.]

This may sting a bit. And yeah, it can be an amazing chance if you let it, Saffron. It can also be frustrating as hell; there's no way to deny that.

Spam.

[call_me_saffron]

Wow. You know, that's pretty impressive.

[Saffron bit her lip in anticipation of the sting. She wasn't a fan of pain, even if it came up from time to time in her line of work.]

My warden's got me all fitted up for a job, actually. Guess I've gotta integrate sometime.

Spam.

[thegooddrjones]

Tea and coffee are the limits of my culinary skills. Granted, I do them well, but...

[Martha's voice had gone into story time mode a bit when she quickly cleaned the wound and put a nude bandage on it, attempting to make it at least the smallest bit less noticeable.]

The Doctor thought that I'd be the one doing the cooking in 1969, but he was sorely mistaken...

Where did Lord Fanny place ya?

Spam.

[call_me_saffron]

[Saffron brought a hand up to tentatively touch the bandage and made a face.]

How's this for irony? I'm on the breakfast shift in the kitchens.