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It'd been two months on this ship, now. Two months of some sort of Giger fantasy-world zooming through space, and Martha just clinging along for the ride. Yet nearly all of her time had been spent in the Med Bay working or the TARDIS. Both of which were slowly losing their appeal. Back home, it wasn't odd for Martha to find herself taking a night on the town, whether with her sister and brother or her mates. She even had quite a few nice dates with Thomas. But now that was all different wasn't it?

Or maybe it didn't have to be. Determined to get to know the ship and give herself the freedom she used to feel before, Martha decided to take a trip to the City Level of the ship. Just herself, but still hoping to find some fun.

((OOC note: Martha's going to be all over the city, so feel free to expect her at any location therein!))

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In a group of ravaged buildings stood a respectively clean one with buildings, "THE AWESOMEMPORIUM" in now very dry but-had-been-dripping-when-painted red paint over the building front. One of the windows also had the rules, also painted with the same brushstrokes;

1) Find stuff you like
2) Exchange it to us for stuff and service you have
3) We have the right to refuse any deals
4) No Zedds allowed

Inside, Lash was busy reading a book and making notes, the pen in her mouth as she quietly studied a few books from the pile in the counter. Merchant demons were busy cleaning up the shelves. Fancy a little shopping?

Okay, Martha was pretty used to unusual things at this point, having traveled not only through time and space with the Doctor but yet again on Stacy. Yet when you see a place called "THE AWESOMEEMPORIUM," you can't just pass it up. So with a curious smile she walked in, looking around with a glance at everything the store offered.

She wasn't sure who was in charge, so spoke aloud to whomever may listen.

"Right, I hope I don't qualify as a 'Zedd.'"

"Unless you wear your skin on the outside, then nope!" The afro wunderkind's voice was muffled by the book she was holding, but she peeked just enough so that her eyes could be visible.

"Oh! I don't think I know you at all!"

Martha was close to commenting that everyone wears their skin on the outside, the unknowing of the possible reprecussions just let it be. The young woman seemed friendly enough, anyway, and she wasn't inclined to make a bad impression right off the bat.

"Don't think we've met. My name's Martha Jones, and I have to say you have ... well, a pretty awesome shop here."

She held out her hand to shake, giving a warm smile in the process.

~~Lash took her hand, extended it and then removed it at the last minute.~~

She shook it back, having learned that sometimes being a tiny bit nice could get you better favors in the end. Yes. That was a perfectly valid excuse for being nice.

"Name's Lash. Just Lash. And of course it's awesome, me and Zetta made it!" Modest as always.

Edited 2011-09-23 06:08 (UTC)

Zouichi was in the Game Room (http://t9.attention-universe.com/tiki-index.php?page=Level+4), shuffling a deck of cards -- or trying. There was a brightly-colored parrot at the poker table, apparently focused on picking cards out of the deck with its beak and dropping them on the surface of the table. For whatever reason, Zouichi didn't seem to mind.

He looked up as Martha came in, curious. "Hello. Come to play something?"

Something described as a "game room" didn't exactly conjure up images of a casino, but rather some sort of wreck room with crafts for kids. So Martha was pleasantly surprised to find slot machines and the stairway leading up to the poker table. Martha was never one for gambling, leaving things up to chance never sat well with her, but it was worth some exploration, right?

She made her way up the stairway and into the sight of Zouichi. She gave a small wave as she saw him, as well as a raised eyebrow to the parrot.

"Oh, hello. I'm not a big gambler, actually. Just looking around."

"Aha. Are you new here?" It's just a hunch; there are people aboard the ship that Zouichi's never met, of course, but since she was also unfamiliar with the Game Room...

"This place belongs to a friend of mine. He's much better at gambling than I am, but he did teach me how to play poker." He paused. "There's also an A.G.W.S. game in here, but I haven't given it a try yet."

The parrot looked up at her, then went back to playing with the deck of cards, his task made easier by the fact that Zouichi had stopped shuffling it.

"New enough. I haven't really wandered far from the medbay, not with all the madness going on. It's pretty quiet now, though, so I thought I'd give the city a look."

She extended a finger to the parrot, hoping to give it a little pet on the head.

"A.G.W.S.? And what's that?"

"Oh, you're a doctor?" He sure ran into a lot of people from Medical. "I paid the Bay a visit shortly after the last mission. They were short-handed enough that I helped bandage someone up... although he seemed to take it upon himself to make it as difficult as possible. I don't think I even got his name." And you'd think the Master could have at least given him a name.

The parrot hopped deftly out of reach of Martha's hand; he wasn't being hostile, but he did look a little wary.

"Here," said Zouichi, producing a couple of sunflower seeds from one of his jacket pockets and offering them to Martha. "Looks like you'll have to bribe him first. An A.G.W.S. is... it's a sort of manned armored suit, designed for ground and space combat. Sort of like the Gundams in the Hangar, although the two don't really resemble each other very closely."

Howard's up to his elbows in a green plastic trash can when he hears someone coming down a street in the City. Dumpster-diving: not the most unusual choice of activities for him, but also not the most glamorous. He pokes his head up over the edge of the trashcan to identify who it might be approaching.

"Hey, I've seen you, right?" He's pretty sure he's seen her before. "You're one of the new recruits for Medical, right? Martha Something, right?"

Stacy provides everything the people need, right? So it's a bit of a surprise for Martha to discover someone looting through the trash. She crosses her arms as she approaches, not out of judgement but more a defense of apprehensiveness. The kind of people she'd seen on the street back in London looting through the trash weren't exactly the friendliest. But as Howard looks up, her brain goes through a flash of memory. She'd seen him before.

"Yeah, Martha Jones. Err, Howard, right?"

"Good memory. I was doing my best not to meet any of the new blood after that fiasco of a mission."

He leans out of the trash can and places some of his finds on the ground - mostly pieces of metal or discarded plastic he can find some use for, but he's especially happy about finding a box with some still-straight nails left in it. He cocks his head at her, trying to get a good read on her.

"I haven't seen you hanging much around Rory, so I guess you're either already trained as a nurse or you're a doctor, right? I mean, no offense, but you don't seem quite awkward enough to be a medical administrator. We only let the weirdos take that job." He shrugs. "Unless you're secretly a lot weirder than you look, which is completely possible here."

She gives a chuckle at that, knowing full well the awkwardness of many administrators she'd met through her years of shadowing.

"We're all a bit weird to go into the medical field, right? But yeah, I'm a doctor. Although being a doctor on Earth was pretty different than here. Still have plenty of training to go through again."

Martha walks a bit closer now, feeling better about Howard now. Although the gathering of items still drew her curiosity.

"And what is this about?"

Oh, you have no idea, Martha. Howard's seen Stacy's medical administrator bite someone's hand off. Literally.

"Med school and everything? Really? You look way too young for all that. Too bad they probably didn't teach you how to activate the holograms or whether those big computer things in the med bay are coffeemakers, diagnostics machines or portals to hell." He drops a Tupperware lid and, with a pleased little huff, a length of twisted up twine over the edge of the garbage can, then clambers out.

"What's what about? This? I'm the resident junkyard packrat. At least, that's what Chase calls it."

As ever for one walking through the city, it was not an uncommon sight to find a dragon flying about in the sky above the city as was the case that day. The dragon in question in this case was a dark silver scaled dragon with a red underbelly and a clear enjoyment of her flight. It didn't take long however for Celena's sharp vision to pick up on the woman walking the streets below, recognizing her as one of the medical staff that had been helping during the battle of Lirath in the medbay aboard ship.

Tilting on wing tip she gave a wave of forelimb down to her as she looked for a spot nearby to land.

Martha had been through alien worlds, seen strange and fascinating creatures, yet none of that could have prepared her for the sight of something so large soaring through the sky above the city. And when the shadow overcame her, instantly she shot her head up to look in surprise.

The creature was large and beautiful, and looked ... indeed, it looked like a real dragon. It would be foolish of her to disbelieve the existence of one now, but it was still an amazing sight to behold.

And ... did it actually wave at her? She gave a curious smile as she found herself sprinting to follow the dragon, a childlike glee taking over her. A bloody dragon!

That she had indeed, Celena couldn't help but smile with some amusement as the other began sprinting her way even as she found a suitable place to land, one of the wider intersections not far ahead of the woman racing after her. Though not the largest of dragons in her current state, she still reached roughly fifteen foot from snout to tail-tip.

With exceptional ease, Celena weaved her way between the taller buildings and came down to land with a single backward stroke of her powerful wings to land gracefully even as the woman she had taken interest in would round the corner. Folding her wings in against her sides she dipped her head in cheerful greetings, "Hello there, I hope I didn't disturb your wanderings too greatly,"

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