This was so not good. Apparently, in some strange twist of fates, Martha had ended up back in the French Revolution. And for some reason, the "authorities" took umbrage with her. Probably because she was English. A few days starving in the Bastille and then she was chained in this long line of people knowing exactly what was coming up. The chink of the guillotine far ahead kept her on edge and the clattering of knitting needles helped drive escape plans from her head.
But escape she must or Martha was going to end up headless.
*And then there's a perception filter on her and her chains are unlocked.* Honestly, you get in more trouble than the Doctor does. Sit tight, will you?
*Apparently the Master got bored and decided to be the executioner for a day. God knows why.* Next prisoner, please.
Martha murmurs a thank you and moves to a corner of an alley where she can remain huddled. In the back of her mind she knows she should stop his bloodthirsty ways, but she's too damned weak. Dehydrated past the point of OK and emaciated with lack of food she stayed huddled up waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing. She didn't even have her mobile. It'd been stolen along with all other items on her person.
*What he's doing is executing a long line of prisoners. He just wishes they had more meat on their bones . . .
*Once the work is done he walks back to her, a few choice bits stuffed in his pockets.* I suppose you're still not hungry enough to eat with me, but I'll get you some water if you like.
Martha looked up at him... more grateful that disgusted at this point. "Water, please," she croaked. Then added, "With rum..." Knowing the lack of hygiene in the streets in 1789, she needed the alcohol to kill any bacteria in the water. No sense dying of cholera.
Water and rum... awful tasting, but she won't die. Martha takes small sips and shakes her head no in answer to his question. She waits until her throat feels a tiny bit better.
"UNIT... told the chief not to... not to touch it... thing.... don't know what..." A rest for some more water. "They stayed... I ended up here... caught thanks to accent..."
She nods at his vague description, then shakes it vehemently as he asks to kill the man. "Please don't." She's finding more and more of her voice. "They're stupid... yes... that's why I work there. To teach them."
Martha looks over. "Is it too much to ask if there's any bread somewhere?"
Martha takes his and leans heavily on him, slipping an arm around his waist to keep herself up. "Sorry... still weak," she says slightly abashed. "Thank you for saving me... again."
She regards him quietly, as much as she can while they walk. "Probably best if you don't show your face in UNIT." No use in mentioning they have a kill on sight order...
Welcome, dear. I am trying to be a better person, it's just hard.
Not even with you to vouch for me? *He sighs.* Shame, I wanted to yell at someone.
*Once they're away from the crowd he takes out an alien device and presses a few buttons.* Hold on tight. *And they're gone from France and from that century.
*Of course, they arrive right where she left from, because the Master can never get a break.* Well this is a friendly welcome.
And quite a pair they make: Martha, thin and sick looking, vomiting from the sudden time shift, and the Master looking slightly bloodthirsty and with human meat in his pockets. Guns are drawn and it takes every last ounce what little strength she has left for Martha to throw herself in front of his body.
What a surprising turn of events.
"He saved me from the guillotine," is all she says.
That is a great picture. Sorry Martha's not giving you much... notrosesshadowApril 20 2012, 03:26:26 UTC
Those who are not disciplined in their emotions allow their jaws to drop at both Martha's outburst and the Master's revelation. "We didn't know," the chief says. Martha looks as though she's about to do something, but instead crumples to the floor in malnutrition, exhaustion, and time sickness.
Want to make it a 'verse? :DofdrumsthesoundApril 20 2012, 03:43:39 UTC
Get her food. Or I'll cook one of you up for her, I swear I will. *He glares at them.* Now!
*Then he sits down next to her, puts her head in his lap and strokes her hair.* She's the only person in UNIT who deserves to live, as far as I'm aware.
She beat me once, you know. None of you have ever even come close. *He smiles evilly at them.* Now then, which one of you set it off? I promised her I wouldn't kill you, but I would feel a little less like torturing you if you confessed.
But escape she must or Martha was going to end up headless.
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*Apparently the Master got bored and decided to be the executioner for a day. God knows why.* Next prisoner, please.
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*Once the work is done he walks back to her, a few choice bits stuffed in his pockets.* I suppose you're still not hungry enough to eat with me, but I'll get you some water if you like.
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Is the Doctor around here somewhere, or did you get into this mess on your own?
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"UNIT... told the chief not to... not to touch it... thing.... don't know what..." A rest for some more water. "They stayed... I ended up here... caught thanks to accent..."
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Don't worry, though, I can get you home. *He smiles nastily.* Want me to kill the idiot for you? I've been missing well-fed victims . . .
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Martha looks over. "Is it too much to ask if there's any bread somewhere?"
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Probably better if you get home first, the food around here is probably not very clean.
*He holds out a hand.* Come on, lets get out of here.
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She regards him quietly, as much as she can while they walk. "Probably best if you don't show your face in UNIT." No use in mentioning they have a kill on sight order...
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Not even with you to vouch for me? *He sighs.* Shame, I wanted to yell at someone.
*Once they're away from the crowd he takes out an alien device and presses a few buttons.* Hold on tight. *And they're gone from France and from that century.
*Of course, they arrive right where she left from, because the Master can never get a break.* Well this is a friendly welcome.
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What a surprising turn of events.
"He saved me from the guillotine," is all she says.
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*Then he sits down next to her, puts her head in his lap and strokes her hair.* She's the only person in UNIT who deserves to live, as far as I'm aware.
She beat me once, you know. None of you have ever even come close. *He smiles evilly at them.* Now then, which one of you set it off? I promised her I wouldn't kill you, but I would feel a little less like torturing you if you confessed.
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