Martha was used to sticking plasters on scraped-up elbows after a mission - no matter whether they succeeded or not, people would insist on getting themselves hurt in the field. (To be honest, it was a bit, well, annoying to be pulled away from her work researching viral mutations to perform basic medical techniques anybody without a medical degree ( Read more... )

Martha clung to the console of the TARDIS as the ship spun through the Vortex, secretly glad she hadn't had much to eat earlier. Of course, they'd been on a planet where the tea they'd been offered had been a strange yellow colour, and the sandwiches had contained purple slugs - all a bit off-putting, really. As much as she liked adventuring, ( Read more... )

Log One: Wherein Martha arrives and stumbles across a corpse, because she's unlucky like that.
Log Two: Wherein Martha enjoys a reunion. And more fun with corpses.
Log Three: Wherein Martha discovers that the Doctor turns up like a bad penny, listens to Sam give a eulogy for a unicorn, and buries a unicorn.
Log Four: Wherein Martha is pissy with ( Read more... )

( things to know about Martha when RPing, or Megan's annotated guide to personal fanon! )

It's Christmas morning, and Martha rises early, as is her habit, wrapping herself in her robe and making a cup of tea. She curls up in an armchair in her living room and watches fat white flakes of snow drift down outside her window, and she can't help but smile. They don't get white Christmases often - not real snow, anyway. She wonders if she ( Read more... )

Martha steps out of the TARDIS, blinking at the bright South Pacific sunlight. "This is where UNIT was broadcasting their signal from," she says to the Doctor. "Looks pretty peaceful, though." She shrugs out of her jacket and tosses it just inside the door of the TARDIS, as she obviously won't be needing it here. "Wouldn't be a bad place to have a ( Read more... )

"Me? I'm not the one who crushed their high priestess under the TARDIS!" she points out. "Good job there, Dorothy!" Martha eyes the water, then the pygmies. Yeah, she's pretty sure she's going to pass on getting stabbed to death by miniature spears. "Jump!" she cries, pulling the Doctor off the cliff with her.

Martha's pressed up against the creamy stone exterior of the building, her breathing still coming hard and fast after running away from the guards. They'd captured the Doctor nearly a day ago, and she's only just escaped them again while trying to investigate the security level of the building he's being kept in. (It seems to be pretty tight.) A ( Read more... )

Martha sets the files she's working on aside, rubbing her temples with her fingertips and wondering if she can get Ianto to run out and fetch her some takeaway soon. It is lunchtime, after all.

((OOC: Holy fuck, it's a post that isn't a meme! Also, for any innocent bystanders who may be interested in reading the log, this is the third in a series ( Read more... )

As it turns out, the best place to find aliens who abduct attractive young women is at speed-dating sessions. Martha's never been to one herself, but Tish has, and she's always described it as being full of lonely weirdos. Judging by the aliens - some humanoid, some not, some male, some female, and some of an entirely different gender altogether - ( Read more... )