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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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[took_a_year_out]

"Yeah, you sound like it mate."

Scepticism is both a gift and a curse. Especially the slightly teasing kind.

[creator_raven]

He grins, wide and bright.

"They call me Raven. So."

That is self-explanatory for some people.

And Bird is vain.

[took_a_year_out]

"So..."

He is like a bird, she thinks, but it doesn't occur to her that he could be more than just a simile.

She marks her page neatly, closing the textbook and tucking it under her arm.

"I'm Martha."

[creator_raven]

Raven wrinkles his nose, then grins again.

"That, I think, is not so bad a name."

He also flicks a cookie at her.

It is oddly sparkly.

[took_a_year_out]

Simply, "It's mine."

She catches the cookie, more out of instinct than anything else, and then inspects it.

"...Those are sparkles, right?"

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"Yes."

He is very vain.

"They are, I think, very pretty."

[took_a_year_out]

"Sparkles are good."

She eyes the biscuit a little dubiously. "No 'eat me' sign? Since I've gone down the rabbit hole and everything..."