Operation 1

[in_earthlight]

...This... What? I... I was just... This is amazing but it is not where I need to be, so take me back! Take me back right now! I don't have time for this, the Doctor needs me and I can't be just sitting around here twiddling my thumbs. I have my job to be doing, not-

...Is this a trap? Its too nice for the Daleks... I was talking to them seconds ago

Comments

[iheardrums]

[someone is still a cougar, so have an unfriendly snarl at the journal instead of snark, Martha]

((ooc: *proceeds to spam entry* >_>))

[in_earthlight]

What the hell was that?!

[walkingthedust]

Martha? Is that you?

[in_earthlight]

Uhm... Yes...?

[walkingthedust]

It's Donna! Look, I know this sounds a little weird - okay, a lot weird - but you're in a sort of...magic castle that takes people from all throughout time and space. The Doctor's here, too - three of him - and Jack, and Rose, and Jenny...loads of people, really.

[in_earthlight]

...What? You're kidding me. That can't be real, and where's that... [sound of the journal being picked up, and the flipping of some pages]

...Oh. Oh my God...

[twatular]

Now, that sounds like Martha Jones.

[in_earthlight]

...And that sounds like Owen Harper.

[twatular]

Unforgettable as always.

[in_earthlight]

Who could think of forgetting a face like that?

[not_from_mars]

Martha!

[in_earthlight]

...Doctor?

[not_from_mars]

That's me! Hello!

[in_earthlight]

You were just there on that screen with...

You really are here? Three of you? How does that work, anyway. Three...

[queendramabitch]

[oh, vomit]

[written]

Welcome to hell, Martha Jones.

[in_earthlight]

Thanks, I think...

[queendramabitch]

You're not welcome.

[in_earthlight]

Really.