Martha nodded. “The kangaroo thing makes sense. All their weight is shifted forward, it would be a mess trying to reposition their center of gravity just to hop backwards. And… honestly, from what kids say these days about gingers, I don’t think redheads got off the hook after Ancient Greece.” Martha smiled. She liked these little tidbits.
((Did you also know that when kangaroos fight, they balance on their tails so they can karate kick with their legs? Google it.))
Returning to the coffee shop, Martha frustratedly mumbled, “…Bloody hell. Someone made off with my briefcase.” There were UNIT files inside, she needed that briefcase now.
"…Snowflakes? Oh my God. Should’ve seen it coming, though. Thank you anyway." Martha had never been told that she rocked, per se. It was nice. Martha looked forward to another Secret Santa message.
((Oh my goodness! Hi! I didn’t ever receive a message with who I’m supposed to be a Secret Santa for, but looky here, I’ve got one! And don’t worry, mun always appreciates a bad joke, even if Martha doesn’t.))
((Ok, I gotta actually leave Tumblr, either to do homework or sleep. Geez, I thought I was gonna be productive. :( ))
Pro Tip for Roleplayers:
Right now, a lot of you are getting that god-awful grey box in place of your gifs and icons. After using the image upload option, go into HTML editor and add an s after the HTTP of the image URL and put a 31. in front of the media in place of what’s there, or if nothing’s there, you shouldn’t get the grey box. Example.
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Martha’s eyes widened as she found herself being pulled towards the door. Adrenaline, heightened spacial awareness, tensed muscles, fight or flight battling in her system. Pushing against the force, she scooted around the perimeter of the TARDIS to see the monitors on the console. Thin, almost translucent amoebas, attached to the walls. That looked like the far hallway to the kitchen. She could get there, but then what would she do?
"Must be living. Can you do a scan on the biological makeup of them? Carbon-based? Cyanide-based? Are they some sort of evolved extremophiles, like a tardigrade?" Martha wanted to know what she was up against before she went in. Martha was scared. She hadn’t been this properly scared in such a long time. But she would not let the TARDIS be destroyed by these things. Maybe she could reason with them. Going below the grating, she searched for any assorted bits and bobs of alien gadgets she might be able to use. Certainly, she’d have to figure out what they did and how they worked, but a regular old flashlight wouldn’t do the trick.
I scanned, one layer after another, for once distraught at how big my structure was because there was so much space to search, so many of these creatures that had found their way into my core spaces. They weren’t accessing the Eye of Harmony yet, which was some relief, but they had clearly drained me enough that I hadn’t remembered their existence, and that was beyond dangerous itself.
"They’d have to be some sort of extremophile to survive the energy intake from me— incapable of burning without doing some extreme damage to the interior and probably destroying functionality. I could try to excise them but then they’d be out in the open and latch on to any other sources nearby, though I presume they wouldn’t be able to get far that way, since they’re still here instead of leaving me after draining me so badly." I grimaced internally, and it was obvious from my voice that I was both upset and a little frightened. "I can reroute the passageway from the main console to the secondary artillery. It wasn’t something the Doctor wanted to keep, but I stole things from various places we landed in case running didn’t work out. But…" I let a wave of warm air, the very most I could spare at the moment, wash over her"Please be careful. I can’t get a genetic tracking on them, so I can’t tell you what they’re made of, and I don’t know what their attack capabilities are."
The warm air wasn’t necessary, it just made Martha more scared. The TARDIS was worried for her. “I’m going to get it out of you, save your energy. I’ve got a jacket on.”
Extremophile. Very dependent on large amounts of energy, probably specifically TARDIS energy. Unknown genetic makeup. Martha internalized this, immediately making connections to antibiotics and various ways to kill viruses or cancers. Cut it off from the TARDIS’ energy supply, starve it out until all of it was gone or until it was ready to… communicate? It was what the Doctor would do, find out its motives and use diplomacy. But that would be hard with an amoeba creature. The TARDIS didn’t even know what it was, how could it possibly translate a language for her?
Sprinting down the hallway, she ducked into what she assumed was the artillery. Various alien tech, much more useful looking that what was under the grating of the console room. Martha found a laser spanner. No time to laugh at the irony, Martha also picked up some sort of scanning probe and a larger, more robust gun. Taking a test shot at the wall with the spanner and gun, Martha discovered that the spanner was more precise, but the gun produced a substantial blow. Some sort of high-energy system fueling the larger gun, perhaps nuclear technology, probably something far more advanced.
Stepping out into the hallway again, she asked the TARDIS, “Where is your energy supply strongest? What needs protecting the most?” She would make her way there and starve them outward.
Dystopia Love AU (A future time when love is illegal/considered a disease. You can only be with the person assigned to you- but two characters fall in love despite the rules.)
I WANT THIS
“I don’t- what- how ?”