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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[thelasttimelord]

"Of course, you did." Because as much as she the girl who had done that, she still, also, the Martha Jones, who walked the whole world and made all of humanity believe one strong enough thought based on her sheer will and a single story. The one who was strong enough to choose herself over him and all the wonders the he and the TARDIS could offer at a too steep price.

One he didn't know how to stop exacting, on her or the rest of time and space until Donna.

"It's all closed up and sealed away now, yes?" Just as important.

[treadstheground]

"It is. I made sure what he was using was neutralized once everyone was back where they belonged." She shakes her head. "It was only a month, but I swear it was the longest month of my life." Lack of food and sleep could do that to a person.

"He was trying to build an army. Some of his choices were... interesting." TEenaged girls. Sure, some had superpowers, but some didn't and some were on the verge of dying of heart conditions.

[thelasttimelord]

He gets that she’s being dramatic in her terminology, and that’s only one of a million thoughts all going around at once, because he’s keeping up and he’s a bit bright, shaking his head, all at once. Because here she is and of course she did. She’s Martha Jones. She walked the earth.

“What was his flavor of choice?”

[treadstheground]

"A lot of them had some sort of superhuman ability. But he didn't care if that ability was attached to a twelve year old girl." She hadn't been close with little Molly the way Cottle had, but her very presence still made her angry. "And some of the teenagers didn't even have superpowers. But he'd throw them into dangerous situations whether they could handle it or not."

[thelasttimelord]

The Doctor’s face stonewalls with a flash of stiffened disgust and anger when she gets to the word. Children. He hates when it is children. It’s wrong. Beyond wrong. Children were not to be used at the front lines of defense in any war. Not your own children. Not even the children of your enemy. Not any child.

Only it wasn’t that rare. The monsters in the universe loved it.

“And where they now?” The children. She already said what happened to the other.
But Martha could decide the question goes either way. It’s only angry and icy still.
The right hand of storm and the storm. The voice that is a warning to the world.

[treadstheground]

He should be angry. What had happened could sometimes only be described as torture. Bad enough for the adults. Unacceptable to target at children. "Back where they belong. We got everyone home." Which she'd had a lot to do with, as the resident weird stuff expert. "If my experience was anything to go by, they might not even remember it unless they get torn out of their own universes again."

Probably better that way.

[thelasttimelord]

The Doctor tipped his head, a crinkle furrowing between his eyebrows.

"You didn't remember it happening until you came here?"

[treadstheground]

She nods. "Or I would have said something last time I saw you. I know it's the sort of thing that would interest you."

Interest, infuriate, a bit of both.

[thelasttimelord]

"Yes." He nodded, because that much was true, and it was something he might go mucking about and looking into. Once he could get out of this place. "They're all home?" All of them. Because it was a little rankling that people couldn't remember, and then no one could be able to check on that, to be sure, to keep an eye open and a watch posted.

[treadstheground]

"Saw to it myself. I was the one who had the best idea of how to use the equipment." Sure, she'd never seen anything like it, but neither had anyone else. She had the most experience in general weird things. "I was the expert on... Dr. Cottle called them nonsensical tidbits."