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Characters: Martha Jones, the Master, Rose Tyler
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern day
Location: the kitchens
Relative Date: after this
Status: Closed
It was quite dark by the time Martha made it back to the castle; the windows were glowing brightly, providing enough light for her to see by as she made her way back in through a door in the rear. By some fortuitous chance, she happened upon the kitchens - and her stomach promptly growled, reminding her of how neglected it happened to be. She unshouldered the bag with her medical supplies, setting it down by the door, and washed her sore hands at the sink before starting to rummage through the pantry. (And she would have to bandage her hands later, that much was certain; she'd managed to acquire no shortage of blisters and split a good few of them open while burying the unicorn.)
She started munching on an apple - a little wrinkled, but otherwise all right - and the food helped to placate her anger the Doctor a bit, as well, though she was still rather worried about Donna. She ducked back into the pantry, muttering a few choice words under her breath as she searched for something a bit more filling (and possibly something alcoholic, just for good measure).
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern day
Location: the kitchens
Relative Date: after this
Status: Closed
It was quite dark by the time Martha made it back to the castle; the windows were glowing brightly, providing enough light for her to see by as she made her way back in through a door in the rear. By some fortuitous chance, she happened upon the kitchens - and her stomach promptly growled, reminding her of how neglected it happened to be. She unshouldered the bag with her medical supplies, setting it down by the door, and washed her sore hands at the sink before starting to rummage through the pantry. (And she would have to bandage her hands later, that much was certain; she'd managed to acquire no shortage of blisters and split a good few of them open while burying the unicorn.)
She started munching on an apple - a little wrinkled, but otherwise all right - and the food helped to placate her anger the Doctor a bit, as well, though she was still rather worried about Donna. She ducked back into the pantry, muttering a few choice words under her breath as she searched for something a bit more filling (and possibly something alcoholic, just for good measure).