Martha Jones walks into the Inn with the Doctor (tenth regeneration to be exact) right beside her. Her shoulder bumps against him as she walks inside and well, stops as soon as she gets through the doorway
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Jack looks up as the pair step inside. He doesn't recognize either of them, and while he'd heard the word "Doctor"... well, there are lots of doctors in the worlds all over the universe. It doesn't mean it's the Doctor.
So he smiles at the two of them, over the back of the couch he'd been sitting on, and says cheerfully, "Hi there."
He looks at Martha, a far too amused grin on his face. "We're back at the Inn! And with You too!" He waves at Jack, and starts walking around, inspecting the area.
"None of it's changed either. The one place that time never touches."
"The what? The Inn. Y'mean, this isn't just the Tardis re-decorated or somethin' like that?" Martha can't help, but smile a little at the grin, but still... she hates that he never explains anything unless she puts her foot down and demands the explanation.
"And who are you?" She looks over at the other man, with a slightly exasperated smile. "Another one of the Doctor's companions then?"
The wave kind of baffles him for a moment, because he's pretty sure he doesn't know this guy - not that he knows everyone he's met, with those two years of his memory missing, but he's got a pretty good guess.
And then Martha mentions the TARDIS, and his heart gives a leap. He bounds off the couch, hurrying toward the two of them. Obviously from a different time period, since the Doctor didn't have Rose with him, but...
Martha's question goes ignored for the moment - Jack doesn't mean to be rude, but his mind's occupied with other things just now.
"Doctor?"
He doesn't look like the Doctor, certainly, but... Jack knows there's only one TARDIS left in the universe, and therefore one person it could be.
And once again, Molokov is the witness to more strange people arriving into the Inn. If he didn't know any better, he would swear it was a conspiracy. (Well, he'd swear it was a conspiracy no matter the case.)
He sighs, because he has no desire to be a welcoming committee, but he goes to greet them anyway. If nothing else, he may be able to extract interesting information for his and Walter's use.
Martha stares as he approaches, and then turns to whisper to the Doctor. "All right then, when'd you start letting strange men into the Tardis?"
Of course, she's come to the conclusion at this point that this is not quite the Tardis anymore, but some place together.
"Hi." She raises her chin and squares her shoulders "I'm Martha Jones. This is the Doctor... Wait!" Martha really examines his features this time, tilting her head to the left. "Aren't you... Mr. Saxon, uhm, sir?"
What is he doing here of all places? This is starting to get weird.
It always amazes her, the people that come into the Inn. Lately, it seems there have been many with accents so thick, it's nearly impossible to understand them!
...Thankfully, she could. Most of the time. So when she's gone and phased from the floor of the Library to the Lobby (because for her, that's perfectly normal) she is only feet from the newcomers.
Books held tightly in hands, she turns and blinks, "Oh! Hello there."
Because little girls falling through ceilings happens all the time.
"Blimey, did you just fall straight through the ceiling?" Martha steps forward and looks the girl up and down. "And you're in one piece and all even? How'd you do that?"
Her first thought is magic, but then the doctor doesn't quite believe in magic. More like the science of magic. So her second thought is a ghost, but she doesn't think the Doctor quite believes in those either. It's not that she has to follow his belief system, but he seems to know more than anyone she's ever met.
It makes sense that he'd know what's closest to the truth more than anyone else.
Kitty laughs at the woman's reaction, more than little amused by it. really, at first, she hadn't even realized she'd phased through the ceiling. She's getting much better at controlling it now.
"Yeah, it's a tricky subject, really. My atoms and their subatomic particles rearrange themselves to fit through nearly anything, making me able to pass through." It's brief and she speaks of it like it's simple. "It's a fantastic, see?"
She's energetic today, so she sinks into the floor, only to reappear beside Martha, smiling sweetly. "And I'm perfectly fine." She offers out a hand as proof.
Please don't mind his excitement at seeing her, it's been a while. There is huging and grinning and petting of her head. "You haven't changed a bit have you? Still carting around those books and all. And the phasing! Love the phasing!"
There is a blonde who the Doctor might be interested in seeing, wandering around and poking her head in corners.
She's looking for Jack, if anyone's wondering. Because... well, she doesn't know him too well, but she was comfortable with him, and it was nice. Anyway, she wants to ask his opinion on what she should do when she goes out the door.
The Doctor freezes at he sound of her voice, he'd almost forgotten that he met her here once before. Almost.
"Rose?" He turns around, spotting the girl not too far away. "Rose Tyler! Well who would've thought! ...Well, except I should have but that's besides the point."
Martha freezes at the name and the girl. Internally, she's reeling and rolling her eyes.
Of course, she's blond.
Somehow it all makes sense now, except not at all.
She steels herself and stands at a distance. She will likely get much more information from this interaction than she could ever get out of the Doctor herself, unless she pulled the New New York thing on him again. And she'd rather not do that.
April bites her lip and smiles excitedly. She won't interrupt, but oh god... it is quite good to see him, and looking so much better than the last time.
Oh, the last time...
Even if he looks different, it's good. What's up with that? But it has to be him. April doesn't question things like this. She's learned not to. She wishes she knew about that.
Even if the Doctor doesn't notice her, Martha might spy a girl with a knowing grin on her face.
April laughs and hugs back. "Look at you! You look awesome." He gets a kiss on the cheek. "And so different! It was just a couple of days ago, and all this looks different... you're so skinny, do you even eat?"
He pulls back just enough to twirl around a bit and let her get a good look at him. "Nice, isn't it? Wouldn't mind a few alterations here an' there but I really can't complain over all."
There's a laugh. "You really will make an excellent mother, you know that? I feel terrible for the child." His words are all in jest though, no worries.
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So he smiles at the two of them, over the back of the couch he'd been sitting on, and says cheerfully, "Hi there."
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He's in the Inn.
There is a Jack.
...Well, this is different.
He looks at Martha, a far too amused grin on his face. "We're back at the Inn! And with You too!" He waves at Jack, and starts walking around, inspecting the area.
"None of it's changed either. The one place that time never touches."
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"And who are you?" She looks over at the other man, with a slightly exasperated smile. "Another one of the Doctor's companions then?"
At least it's not Rose.
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And then Martha mentions the TARDIS, and his heart gives a leap. He bounds off the couch, hurrying toward the two of them. Obviously from a different time period, since the Doctor didn't have Rose with him, but...
Martha's question goes ignored for the moment - Jack doesn't mean to be rude, but his mind's occupied with other things just now.
"Doctor?"
He doesn't look like the Doctor, certainly, but... Jack knows there's only one TARDIS left in the universe, and therefore one person it could be.
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He sighs, because he has no desire to be a welcoming committee, but he goes to greet them anyway. If nothing else, he may be able to extract interesting information for his and Walter's use.
"Hello."
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Of course, she's come to the conclusion at this point that this is not quite the Tardis anymore, but some place together.
"Hi." She raises her chin and squares her shoulders "I'm Martha Jones. This is the Doctor... Wait!" Martha really examines his features this time, tilting her head to the left. "Aren't you... Mr. Saxon, uhm, sir?"
What is he doing here of all places? This is starting to get weird.
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"I am Alexander Molokov," he answers after a moment. "You have me mistaken for someone else, I'm afraid."
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She adjusts the jacket she's wearing and slides her hands into her pockets. "When... I mean, erhm, where are we?"
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...Thankfully, she could. Most of the time. So when she's gone and phased from the floor of the Library to the Lobby (because for her, that's perfectly normal) she is only feet from the newcomers.
Books held tightly in hands, she turns and blinks, "Oh! Hello there."
Because little girls falling through ceilings happens all the time.
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Her first thought is magic, but then the doctor doesn't quite believe in magic. More like the science of magic. So her second thought is a ghost, but she doesn't think the Doctor quite believes in those either. It's not that she has to follow his belief system, but he seems to know more than anyone she's ever met.
It makes sense that he'd know what's closest to the truth more than anyone else.
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"Yeah, it's a tricky subject, really. My atoms and their subatomic particles rearrange themselves to fit through nearly anything, making me able to pass through." It's brief and she speaks of it like it's simple. "It's a fantastic, see?"
She's energetic today, so she sinks into the floor, only to reappear beside Martha, smiling sweetly. "And I'm perfectly fine." She offers out a hand as proof.
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Please don't mind his excitement at seeing her, it's been a while. There is huging and grinning and petting of her head. "You haven't changed a bit have you? Still carting around those books and all. And the phasing! Love the phasing!"
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She's looking for Jack, if anyone's wondering. Because... well, she doesn't know him too well, but she was comfortable with him, and it was nice. Anyway, she wants to ask his opinion on what she should do when she goes out the door.
"Jack? You down here?"
Nope. Not behind the potted plant. Damn.
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"Rose?" He turns around, spotting the girl not too far away. "Rose Tyler! Well who would've thought! ...Well, except I should have but that's besides the point."
Don't mind the hugging, really.
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Of course, she's blond.
Somehow it all makes sense now, except not at all.
She steels herself and stands at a distance. She will likely get much more information from this interaction than she could ever get out of the Doctor herself, unless she pulled the New New York thing on him again. And she'd rather not do that.
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"Sorry... do I know you?"
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The Doctor's back.
April bites her lip and smiles excitedly. She won't interrupt, but oh god... it is quite good to see him, and looking so much better than the last time.
Oh, the last time...
Even if he looks different, it's good. What's up with that? But it has to be him. April doesn't question things like this. She's learned not to. She wishes she knew about that.
Even if the Doctor doesn't notice her, Martha might spy a girl with a knowing grin on her face.
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"April?" Well of course it's her, he wouldn't mistake her for anyone else.
There are hugs, many many hugs because well...yes, there just have to be.
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Wow. Hello mother-mode.
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There's a laugh. "You really will make an excellent mother, you know that? I feel terrible for the child." His words are all in jest though, no worries.
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