Take an episode or a scene and write it in the style of another TV series or film or bookMy name is Martha. Just Martha. I can't tell you who I am or where I live. You just have to trust me; the future of the human race is at stake. My life used to be normal, just like your life used to be normal. Maybe it still is. I doubt that, though. I'm ( Read more... )

"I don't see why we've all got to go to a strip club," Martha complains good-naturedly, adjusting the sparkly tiara on her head. She's the bait in this unlikely situation; Jack, Gwen, Owen, and Tosh are masquerading as her guests, while Ianto (being Ianto) monitors the situation from the SUV ( Read more... )

Martha takes shelter under the table, something she will never actually admit to later on, should anybody ask. (Though, as the walls are coming down around her in great chunks of plaster and dust, under the table seems like a perfectly safe place to be - the general across from her seems to think so, too. Twenty-first century UNIT obviously ( Read more... )

The Doctor beams and pats the massive snout next to him. "Look, Martha, dragons!"

"Is he always like this?" the man in the bottle-green coat asks her, raising an eyebrow. "And do you always go around dressed like that?"

Martha sighs - of course she's not dressed for the nineteenth century - but, then again, she's pretty sure she sees a girl ( Read more... )

Martha looks out over the balcony at the Earth, hanging round and full in the sky, and thinks of Adeola. She was the one who'd always wanted to go to the moon when they were kids - Martha had wanted to be a doctor, but Adi always wanted to be an astronaut, even though Britain didn't have much in the way of a space program. She'd never told Martha ( Read more... )

Follows this fic.Martha unlocks the TARDIS and steps in, full of uncertainty. She imagines that the lights are a little dimmer, that the background hum has shifted to a diminished chord, melancholy and sorrowful. She rests a hand on the console, not sure what she's meant to do next. Nobody's offered to transport her back to Earth - they seem to ( 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... )

RP: Write a letter to someone. It can either be the intended recipient who responds, or someone else who has intercepted it.

( cut for spoilers for Journey's End )

You've heard reports from the locals that Bigfoot is in the area. Or possibly it's a panther escaped from the local zoo. Although you're on your own, you find someone else has heard the same rumours and is also investigating.

"Bigfoot," Martha mutters under her breath, pushing her way through the brush. "You don't get bloody Yetis in Scotland." ( Read more... )