Ten Forward: ON the matter of weirdometer calibration

[treadstheground]

Martha had been out of Glaxcin just long enough to start to feel like maybe she could have a normal life. For a definition of normal that involved working for UNIT against alien invasions and having the Doctor's phone number programmed into her phone, at any rate. Her weirdometer had been uniquely calibrated for a while.

Suddenly being in a bar was still at least a seven though. Not being able to remember how one left the pub was one thing, but this was rather the opposite. "Again? Really?" She sounds more... annoyed, than anything. If this place is anything like Glaxcin... she'd rather liked regular meals, once she got back to them.

But, time to assess. A quick glance down reveals that she's still wearing her own clothing. That was something, she definitely hadn't missed the Warden's incredible fashion sense. And her surroundings... no obvious danger. And viewports... "Space. Well then." It hasn't been that long, since the Doctor had just popped by. But still.

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[kristenkgcpd]

"At least there's no flying bullets right?" came the voice of a woman dressed in what would basically be called retro wear. Kristen had heard the pop while trying to study and decided to make another step in the whole being social aspect of life.

[treadstheground]

"That's something, at least." Not everyone got that luxury in Glaxcin, after all. And no flying bullets meant she didn't have to immediately patch anyone up. "How often do bullets fly here?"

[kristenkgcpd]

"Thankfully no flying bullets and I'm in my 3rd month here." Kristen observed with a shy smile. She lowered her PADD since she deiced this was good timng for a study break,"Its still a bit mind blowing given my being pulled here when the squad room was being shot to bits."

[treadstheground]

"The last place I didn't mean to end up had flying bullets pretty regularly, so I guess this is an improvement." She still doesn't appreciate being dragged off like this though. She was enjoying being home with Tom, actually. "I got pulled out of a relatively calm moment."

Which mostly was making her cross with whoever is behind this.

[thelasttimelord]

The Doctor had been in one of his more preferable spots, where it came to Ten Forward at least. A wide window ledge, right next to the thin barrier between the room and the wide, endless vacuum of space, where he'd been sitting in a corner, one knee propped up, with his PADD resting against it, reading through the details as a new wave of people was starting to appear throughout the ship again. The notification flaring each time a new file for a displaced was placed, which was still usually about half a day to a day off from their appearances.

It's why he isn't either expecting or not expecting new voices in this room -- the one with the most glaring of time rips, over and over and over again, everywhere, like a skin torn apart with hundreds of knives, over and over -- but at the same time he isn't except that specific voice.

"Martha?" He's pushing himself up suddenly, shock turning into a blend of surprise and elation. Which turned from a stumble in a near on jumping thing, to regain his footing from stumbling down in that surprise to very quick steps in her directions. "Martha Jones! And what would you be doing here?"

[treadstheground]

"Doctor!" She'd only just seen him, but him being here was a relief. Maybe he wouldn't know what was going on, but then again maybe he might. And if he didn't, well, at least she'd be able to puzzle over it with him. They spoke the same language.

"I was hoping you might know what I would be doing here. No?" Well, they'd figure it out.

[thelasttimelord]

"Ah, well." The Doctor grinned. "No new precognitive skills you managed to pick up since the last time?"

Which could have been any time, even with having a general idea about her timeline. Age. Physically unchanged make up. But Ten Forward was rude like that often, and by Ten Forward, he meant Q, who played with time like a childhood with a yo-yo. Made of razors, lasers beams, and universal lockpicking skills. But that could wait a few seconds, for some grandstanding, some smiling, some generally mad-gabbery, and, of course -- hugging her.

With a laugh, "I supposed I'll settle for it being good to see you. Even if it could be under better circumstances."

But wasn't that always the way it was with all of them. These situations brought them out of all the cracks it seemed.

[treadstheground]

She hugs him back gladly. It had been good to see him again. Though she could have gone without quite so quick a repeat performance now. "I'm afraid not. Just the same old medical skills."

Maybe with some precognition she could have avoided ending up here. Unless this was a fixed point, which would be a bit annnoying. "It is good to see you again." And of course, because there were certain traditions with timetravellers. "2009, for me."

[thelasttimelord]

"Just the same old Martha." He hugged her again, tugging her only a little ways off her feet.

Glad to see her, again. Glad that she'd never stopped being in one piece. Never been lost. Never been lost by herself, or from herself. (Had always been strong enough; the stronger of the two of them more than once or twice.) He said it like coming home. The way people said Christmas and Birthday and It's always been too long.

"Not too bad then." He cocked his head, rocking back on his sandshoes. "UNIT?"

It's more like a pressure gauge on where exactly in 2009. Who, where, what.

[treadstheground]

"Yes, I'd actually just seen you recently." Apparently there were other interesting events in 2009. Which shouldn't really surprise her. Her life was just like that now. And she was actually perfectly fine with that, even if she could do with fewer kidnappings. "There was a side trip along the way I hadn't been able to tell you about then. A stopover in another dimension."

Which yes she is well aware is very dangerous for the fabric of reality and had even informed the Warden of that fact.

[cridhe]

Cridhe was 'people' watching in Ten Forward. She was worried about the Doctor and had frankly, run out of ideas for how to help him. So, she came here to watch all the alien interact with each other so that she could get some ideas.

And that's when she heard an all too familiar voice behind her. She turned, because she needed visual confirmation. She grinned broadly seeing the other woman.

"Martha Jones!"

Oh she was glad to see her... Maybe she would know what was wrong with the Doctor and how to help.

[treadstheground]

Martha gives her a troubled look. She doesn't recognize this woman at all. Of course, as an experienced time traveler, that wasn't so troubling. It was just a reality of life.

At least she was saying Martha and not Alicia. That counts for something. "Sorry, we must not have met yet when I am."

[cridhe]

Cridhe realises she might have come on too strong. She's been working on that. She tempers her excitement a little.

"We have, well, not like this. But it would have been impossible for you and the Doctor to have met without me. Usually I'm a bit bigger, a bit boxier, and a bit bluer."

She hopes that's enough of a hint, without being overwhelming.

[treadstheground]

"A bit..." Was this how Dr Cottle felt when she started uttering her 'nonsensical tidbits'? She would have to apologize to him should she ever cross his path again. "Do you mean you're the... did he wish really hard?"

Surely this can't be the TARDIS. She can't be speaking to the TARDIS using words.

[cridhe]

She blushes slightly.

"No... I did."

But her smile falls slightly into something a little more serious.

"I am from the Doctor's personal future. He is a great deal older than when you travelled with us."

And that's without her counting the four point five billion years he spent in the confession dial.

[treadstheground]

So it's mutual, then. That shouldn't really surprise her. If it wasn't, it would presumably have gotten weird after a few centuries. "At this point I've just given up on the word impossible. It never seems to mean what I think it means."

Somehow, her being from the Doctor's future seemed tame in comparison to her having a body. "So you're just brimming with spoilers then."

[osirian_doctor]

Simon's been on the ship for long enough now that he's seen quite a number of arrivals, and most of them show significantly more surprise than this woman. It's not even the sort of outward calm he himself is often so good at projecting, which makes it seem as though things aren't a shock when they are.

No, she simply looks around, then down, checks out her surroundings, and makes a calm comment on space.

That in itself is enough to draw Simon's attention. He's sitting at a table not far from where the woman appeared, and while he could just keep reading the medical journal he had open on his PADD, he decides to go over to her.

"Can I help you?"

[treadstheground]

Now that does cause Martha to blink. She had so far been operating under the assumption that she was in space in her own dimension. But apparently this was more complicated than that.

Because she recognizes him. He'd come and gone several times while she was in Glaxcin. Gone, more than she would have liked given the need for his skills. And half the time he didn't even remember to know why she was cross with him.

"Dr. Tam?" If it's him, that makes this interdimensional. Again.

[osirian_doctor]

Simon frowns, his weight shifting slightly from one foot to the other in an unconscious sign that he's suddenly less comfortable than he was. He's taken, in his time aboard this ship, to dressing in a slightly more casual manner than he had when he'd first arrived. There are days, and today is one of them, when he can be found in smart jeans and a nice shirt rather than a suit, or a waistcoat and shirtsleeves.

"Do I ... know you?"

He's sure he doesn't recognize her, but she knows his name. More than that, she's looking at him like she not only recognizes him, but is far more surprised to see him here than she had been to appear on the Enterprise in the first place.

[treadstheground]

Okay, they've been through this before too. The she knows him and he doesn't know her. She even recognizes the body language, more or less. Most people aren't as used to this sort of thing as she is. "Maybe not on your end. Have I just been dragged somewhere by some sort of force that plucks people across dimensional barriers?"

Obviously the first question, right?

[kaylinneya]

Again? ****s, that did not bode well. Kaylin liked it here. She knew she needed to go back home, that there was probably 14 different kinds of **** occurring because of the way she vanished, and in whose presence, and she RELLY hoped she didn't come back to find herself in the middle of another Draco-Barrani war... Not that she thought other races wouldn't be involved, it was just that other races were mortal, an thus seemed to count less. But for all that, while she was here, she was here.

Again implied that this could happen, un happen, happen, well...again and...

And then she heard the rest of it. She could wind up somewhere else?!

"Again?" she asked, trying - and failing - to keep her dismay off of her face. Kaylin never had been good at that, it took no mind reading to know her thoughts, she wore them all openly in her expression and her voice.

[treadstheground]

"Getting whisked off to... somewhere." She's still figuring out the details. She's hoping it might be within her own dimension. She's not counting on it though. All she's sure about is space. "Is starting to resemble a habit."

One she'd rather not have, actually. If she had any say in the matter which it would appear she doesn't.

[kaylinneya]

"So this happens with more places than just here," she concluded. She then proceeded to swear in more languages than the powered down Tardises here could readily translate. At least one of them did not sound like a human throat should have been able to survive it. It was too rough, a growled sound with texture. Of course, it had nothing on the one Dragon curse she knew, but she held that in reserve. Kaylin was ****ed off, and couldn't hide it. Didn't bother trying.

[treadstheground]

Martha gives her an impressed look at the string of profanity. SHe'd heard some colourful curses from multiple planets from Hobbie, but these were all new. "At least one other. And I know he was competing with others." That had taken... not all that long to figure out, in the grand scheme of things. It just felt longer.

[kaylinneya]

She swore again, mostly in the rough Leontine. It was the office favorite for cursing. "I really ***** hate ***** magic," she snarled and she said the word magic the way she said the swear words. Which wasn't a reflection about how she felt about magic. She LIKED swear words.