Martha Jones is leaving at last.

It's time. Far, past time. She waited as long as she could. Martha has her backpack ready, her antiboitics stocked up, and she's ready.

She's been ready.

Well, she would leave, but she has to say goodbye first to certain individuals. So she waits by the door with an Irish coffee in her steady hand.

Puss in ( Read more... )

((OOC: In honor of Valentine's Day and my insanity, I decided to make a post featuring all of my characters. Feel free to reply with more than one character or to more than one of my characters. This is the post of doom. A V-Day gift to Nina who felt it would be made of win XD And I apologize, in advance, for how many characters I have. HAPPY ( Read more... )

Jack is not looking his best when he walks in. It's not anything about him physically that's really changed - though there is a bit of blood spattered on his face and coat and hands, none of it his. It's his expression, dark and closed-off, and rather pained ( Read more... )

Really, he should be surprised when this place shows up instead of the conference room. Ianto should be completely, utterly surprised that this strange, warm place has suddenly thrown him in its grip ( Read more... )

So. The narration feels a bit guilty for not having posted certain people in for a while. So here's a post.

Kaylee has wandered in again, with a baby inna sling against her chest. She looks very cheerful about being here, and has thought up her usual treat of strawberries and cream to celebrate.

Florence is sitting at the bar, not even ( Read more... )

Angua has to admit, she's feeling a little silly, hiding in the Inn.

Only if she has to go to another museum any time soon, she's going to kill something. And Carrot keeps asking, and it's so hard to say no when he looks so excited and ( Read more... )

Tonight could not possibly get worse. There's a good chance the show's going to end, and that will mean she and almost all of her friends are abruptly out of work. Harriet is not a pessimist, but she can't convince herself things could possibly be any worse. Then, if she were a pessimist, she'd be convinced it could and is going to get worse, but ( Read more... )

The Master is slightly bemused by the Christmas decorations that have spontaneously appeared in the Inn. He's currently sitting in a chair facing a Christmas tree, holding a drink in one hand (of Gallifreyan, not human, origin), tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair with the other. He's wondering, a little, if the Christmas tree is going to ( Read more... )

Angua had been walking into a bar. (No, this isn't a joke. We promise.)

She walks, instead, into the Inn. She's adjusting her clothes like she's just put them on, and making a bit of a face, as if at some taste in her mouth.

Unwashed criminal and blood is not a good thing to have in your mouth.

Sometimes, entrances do not begin with an opening door.

Sometimes, they begin with a low-pitched whirring (which doesn't entirely describe the sound, but it's impossible to understand unless you've heard it anyway) and a flashing blue light ( Read more... )