War Is Coming Communications.

This isn't London, this isn't Cardiff. Now the only question is how the hell did I arrive in the middle of America without actually having left where I was staying. Of course it isn't that difficult a question to answer, but the Doctor isn't here. Neither is the TARDIS, and the key wouldn't do this by itself. Calling home isn't doing any good, calling the individual who normally would help me in this situation is a dead end as well. I'm just glad I didn't change all of my money back to Pounds when I finally left New York.

My name is Martha. If there is anyone out there reading this, seeing as there are others writing on this board, a few answers would be appreciated. Normally I would have someone else feeding me all the information I need, but no one has been able to give me anything beyond some odd looks.

For whatever reason the super-phone isn't working. And it never fails! It can call anywhere in the Universe and it will never miss a call! I couldn't possibly be in another universe... could I? UNIT couldn't have had anything to do with this... could they? They wouldn't go to lengths such as this! It doesn't make sense!

If anyone is looking for some normal, you can help me with my physics homework. I'm convinced it's actually evil.

I'd rather be training, no offense Romana. Physics kills my brain and I'm probably lagging behind with my blades.

Does anyone care if I paint a mural on the office that's used for the classroom?

Someone had better have a good explaination for this.

[ooc: Posted after being cured of the Red-K in his system. If anyone wanted a backdated log with him, anything's open for it. ;)]

What is going on? What.. I don't understand. And why did that guy Damien suddenly take off when he saw me a moment ago The date, it has to be wrong. I couldn't have lost nearly two weeks. But my gut instinct tells me it isn't wrong. I can't seem to remember anything. Maybe a little. Bits and pieces here and there. Mostly fragments. And feelings of.. anger, of intense rage. Especially toward Oliver and Tim, but that's wrong, they're good people But that doesn't seem like me. And a bit of attraction, but.. no. I had a family I do remember handling some evidence. Or maybe I imbibed a drink after work and something was in it.

Would anyone be so kind as to tell me what took place? I've heard references here and there about kryptonite. But there was no meteor shower. No black ship of Brainiac or arrival of Zod. Lawrence isn't decimated by falling meteors. There must be something I'm missing. I'm a guy that likes having all the facts, all the information before making a judgment. I'd also like to know what I did wrong. Because I have a strong feeling that is the case. I feel it in my heart, in my instinct. I need to know so I can make amends for it. Or I could try to read all my posts, not sure yet

I'm getting rid of every box of sugary cereal in this apartment so I am never woken up by someone jumping on the bed again. Or playing that awful kazoo you found as a prize.

Bart I expect this from, maybe. You? No. At least you got me coffee but still I had the alarm set you know! And you went off a full hour before it was suppose to.

Bobby would never do this to me!

"I'm Sorry" can't really cover the things I said or did. but I am and If I can do anything to make it up to any of you...tell me how. I mean it, anything.
I'm really bad at this

[Buffy, Clark and Bart.]
I can't even
If none of you want speak to me again, I won't blame you. I don't want th
I don't deserve to

[Buffy]
Do you still want me to leave? Cause..I'd get that..and I'll pack up.

[Oliver]
I
I can't even
damnit

[ooc: After this]

Hello, I was told I could find help this way. Can somebody tell me what is going on?

We have ainsane amo crazy good amount of rock salt stored up now. Next time take my purse away when I go If anyone needs any for ... whatever. You don't have to go out and buy your own.

So...I just got asked out on a date by one of my favorite superheroes.

How awesome is that?!

Dawn has a date.

Make it stop.