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[took_a_year_out]

A young woman in a labcoat walks in, her nose buried in a medical textbook as she bites her thumb thoughtfully.

When the change in noise from where she's come from registers, however, she looks up. Eyes go wide.

"...Oh my God. Who the hell put a bar in the students' lounge?"

Welcome to Milliways, Miss Martha Jones.


[OOC: Martha is currently just pre-canon! She's completely free to tag by everyone and anyone, but all I ask is that nobody mention the Doctor to her, please.]

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[honourbyname]

Ooh. This is one of those new people things, isn't it?

The last time Albus introduced a new person, he wasn't even himself (Sodding Milliways), really.

"It's not the student lounge," says the young boy by the door with a butterbeer in his hand. "You're ... rather far from any sort of student lounge, really."

[took_a_year_out]

"You look like a student to me," Martha points out pertly, her mouth doing that talking-without-thinking thing. It does that sometimes, though not too often.

"...Sorry. Okay, so ... bar. Not the hospital. Right."

LOGIC. PLEASE, WHERE IS THE LOGIC?

[honourbyname]

He nods.

Slowly so as not to scare the starting-to-look-scared lady.

"Yeah, um. Actually. It's -"

He pauses.

"You really ought to suspend every single bit of logic you've got? Because um. This is a bar at ... the end of the universe."

His face? Totally not joking either.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"I know, right?" a girl nearby exclaims, turning around with shock and irritation. "And here I was just going to study, and it's gone!"

... it might be worth pointing out that the girl in question is only sixteen and decidedly lab-coat free. Also, trying not to giggle, quite evidently.

[took_a_year_out]

"I have exams!"

On the other hand, apparently she also has a bar. As a medical student and therefore knower of all the best parties (work hard, party harder, arbitrate family squabbles like they're going out of fashion), Martha is deeply divided over this.

She settles the intense moral debate by carefully marking her place and then tucking her textbook under her arm.

"...So. Why am I in a bar?"

She is pretty sure none of the professionals would ever be kind - or stupid - enough to give the students a bar in the hospital.

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Maybe they thought you'd been working too hard and needed a break?" Steph suggests, grinning. She hops off the back of the couch she'd been perched on and offers a calloused, finely-traced-with-scars-like-the-rest-of-her hand to Martha.

"Welcome to Milliways!"

[betagainstme]

"They should really tell you before they make changes." Alice says sagely, blinking at the new girl with big gold eyes. And smirking softly.

[took_a_year_out]

"Yeah, like they ever tell the students anything important like that." This is, perhaps, a sore spot. Two cancelled classes in a row will do that to you.

"I think we'd probably have noticed the workmen, though."

Especially if they were fit.

[betagainstme]

"Could be you just...hopped dimensions." Alice offers with a quick little grin. "Maybe."

[hallelujahpilot]

"The same folk who put a bar in my barracks," an Hispanic woman in her late twenties comments from a table. She doesn't look like a medical student; what she looks like, even dressed in shorts and a tank-top, is a soldier.

Which...she is. She might not wear dog-tags, but it's obvious what she is.

Even with a cast on her left lower leg.

[ooc: obviously, millitimed to AFTER Trudy is rescued from the jungle <.< ]

[took_a_year_out]

Trudy gets a curious once-over.

"...Does this happen a lot, then?"

[hallelujahpilot]

She's stocky, fit, but with dark circles under her eyes and some bruises on her arms (you try crashing a helicopter-type-thing without any injury). And there is that cast which although might be from the future is still obviously a cast.

Also, crutches leaning against the table.

"Uh, depends? I mean, I only had this place show up a couple months ago, and it's random when it does. It's a weird...wormhole type deal, I think." Accent obviously American, too.

[isaysimplewords]

Well.

Cal likes to greet newcomers anyway, and hasn't had a chance for awhile. When a newcomer is a gorgeous woman, it's a welcome bonus.

"Hi," he says with a friendly smile. "This your first time here?"

[took_a_year_out]

"--Um. Probably?"

That would... depend on where 'here' is, after all.

On the other hand, he's hot. If aliens have mysteriously dropped her somewhere, at least they have the decency to be fit.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal chuckles.

"If you're not sure," he says, "then it is."

He gestures to his table. "Please, have a seat, I can tell you exactly where you are."

For a given value of "exactly," anyway, this being Milliways, but never mind that.

[creator_raven]

"Mostly, I think, the person who put it everywhere, yes?"

Raven drops down beside her, head pre-tilted to an incredibly awkward angle.

It is a thing.

"Though person, I am thinking, is also a tricky thing."

[took_a_year_out]

She jumps at the suddenly appearing alienpersonwhatever.

"...Um. What?"

Raven is confusing, and Martha is confused!

[creator_raven]

"Not everyone, perhaps, is so much for having hands."

Or a brain.

Or anything else recognizably human-shaped.

"Independent thought is also difficult."

[basic_powers]

...Who the hell is the guy acting like a cat that just got splashed with cold water?

For the record he's REALLY hoping that this isn't what he thinks it is.

[took_a_year_out]

Blink.

Blink.

Hand on hip.

"...What?"

[basic_powers]

"...Nothing?"

Except that panicked tone in his voice is probably too much of a give to how utterly freaked he's getting. At least before he registers that she didn't call him Moon Shadow.

So. PROBABLY SAFE. Yeh.

"I didn't put the Bar in the students lounge if that's what you're thinking."

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

And, look! There is a Bart.

Eyeing her dubiously.

"Someone really awesome?"

[took_a_year_out]

"Somebody pretty cool, maybe," she allows. Eyeing Bart right back, so there!

"I'll only upgrade 'em to awesome if it's a free bar."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Jesus." Says Ace, clearly, as she sketches chemical compounds to see if they even make sense. "I've also heard Karl Marx blamed. An' Groucho Marx, while y'at it."

[took_a_year_out]

"...Anyone ever blamed George Bush?" Martha wants to know: apparently pat answers are taking precedence over total bloody confusion for the moment.

"It's pretty popularthese days."