War Is Coming Communications.

Kansas? Really, Doctor. Kansas?

[Now Filtered against an apparently internet trolling Lucifer]

Okay. While this isn't the first time I've ended up in a place I didn't expect, I've normally been able to explain why. Usually because the Doctor is involved Anyone care to fill a girl in?

ETA: Apparently I need to introduce myself to medical people, like Rory and Kimberly Corman. I'm Doctor Martha Jones, hello.

[Filtered to Elena, Kim, Sam, Lee, Jules, Felicia, Lexi, Lois, Abby, River, and Lancelot]

I just wanted to say thanks. Your offers to help, and to hug, and to distract, and to just be there in general mean more to me than you'll ever know.

I spent most of yesterday and today in bed. Tomorrow, it's back to living. I needed the time to deal So yeah, if any of those offers for going out or distracting or whatever still stand, I might be willing. And please know that I never meant to ignore anyone this week. I haven't been in the best place lately.

[Filtered to Andrew and Peter]

I'm sorry. I know I've been a pest. It's been a rough week and it isn't your fault. Though I do think you should both at least consider giving it a chance, it isn't my place to push and I'll back off. I think I just wanted to hope at least someone could be happy here.

[Filtered to John]

Thank you. For being there. And biscuits, obviously.

Also, your dog eats green peppers.

[Filtered to the not-quite-Doctor]

Are you even still here? Seal-nappings are something I take pretty seriously, so if you are, could you at least say so? Because right now you're being kind of a prat and

Hard to believe it's been nearly ten months since I've seen Amy. Though, it's a blink of an eye I'm never saying blink of an eye againshort after having waiting nearly two millennia for her.

Still, I miss her

I'm not okay. Maybe it'll never be okay but

Today would've been my wedding day.

I still miss him so damn much it burns

Whatever is causing this better stop this before I make you. Leave me alone You all ready did your damage

And why, exactly, must I "do it like a man?" Men are obviously doing it like women.

(Filtered against Jack Harkness)
How did that man come back from the dead?

Now that I'm settled into this place and over the 'Where am I? What's going on?' phase, I can actually say hi sensibly. So, hi. Captain Jack Harkness. Turn ons include, danger, long walks on alien beaches and welsh vowels. Turn offs include psychopaths and impending apocalypse.

Now I need to know about this fight and how to fight it. I've heard there's a training camp you can go to so sign me up.

[Team TARDIS]

Got myself settled in and got myself some hypervodka. Guess she likes me again, opened a door and there it was. Still no sonic cannons though.

Anyone care to share.

[Peter]

Found a few bottles of something alien, exotic and better than Midori. Tempted?

Okay I suppose I'll take Kansas over being repeatedly killed for the amusement of a madman. where I was. But I know I didn't get myself here and things look way to...normal down here so...

Doctor, was this you? Did you get free? Where's Martha?

[Filtered to Rory and River Song]

I feel it's only fair to warn you it's back on tonight. The show. I don't know if either of you is the type to want to see it, but better to not stumble on it if you're not. I don't know...at least you'll be able to see Amy if you do. And the Doctor. Something to think on.

[Filtered to the Doctor]

I was wondering if you wanted to
Never mind

[Filtered to John]

Feeling any better?

[Filtered to Elena]

You still owe me Germany. But not this weekend because now I'm the one who's got someone who's having a hard time. Next weekend, woman. You and me.

[Dad]

As I'm sure you've seen, there's another Doctor here. He only knows about me from the Library, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't tell him anything. Possibly best to break it gently to him that you're my father, he is in information overload right now.


[Nine]

With that new Doctor here, I would appreciate if you wouldn't let him know who I am aside from being Rory's daughter. That is a conversation that will need to take place later on when he can handle it.

In the meantime, sweetie, feel up to doing something?

Very funny. Very fucking funny. I see what you did there, Seal. Once again, I get the original taken away and the replacement thrown in my face. I get it, okay? Never going to have him. Don't even fucking care anymore. Except I do. God, I do, I wish I didn't but I do

I need a drink. Or thirty. And dancing. All the dancing. I need to forget

[Jules]

I know how you feel about it, but I promise, it's just this once. Or twice. I think. Hell if I know. I can't I won't be like him.

So. Lawrence, Kansas. 2012. Nice enough city, but not where I was expecting to end up at any rate. Must have made a wrong turning somewhere… Anyone seen a big, blue, phone box around here? Says “Police Box” across the top? Only I seem to have misplaced her... again.... really, that should not happen as often as it seems to. That's kind of rubbish, isn't it?

Oh, and Other Me, where the hell have you wandered off to?? …Blimey, I really sounded like Donna there. Must work on that. are you here anywhere? Or Donna? Rose? …Jackie, even? Just don’t tell me I came through whatever rip in the dimensional barrier we apparently stumbled across by myself…

So it seems there's a lot of crazy going on. Don't care much for fighting but if a nurse/medic is needed along for the ride, I can come with. And I can fight it's just not my favorite thing to do.

[River Song]
You doing okay sweetheart?

[Rose]
I've found some good actual English tea in the cupboards here if you want me to bring you any. If there's anything I can do give a shout.

Not again. Please not
I can't do this.
He's not. He can't be
Fuck the Seal. Seriously. I can't

He's gone.

Again. I can't keep living with
How many times do I have to
I'm so tired. I'm just so, so damn tired

You realise once and for all you're in a different dimension when you're watching a historical event you took part in and it goes nothing like what you remember. Still, good on you, London. My torchbearer, though better looking and much more brilliant, isn't as adorable as those kids. Feeling a bit homesick right now, really, but I imagine it'll pass. Now, where's my male gymnasts?

[Filtered to Who-people]

I hate to sound like a dower here...but has anyone seen Eleven around? He's typically tinkering at some point or another and I haven't seen him in the Console Room at all this week. I know it's easy to get lost in there but really? He's known for being out and about and in the way. Please no If it took him, wouldn't it have taken the Oh I haven't seen Se the human TARDIS around in a while, either.

This has the potential to suck, guys.

Would one of you mind popping my father and I over to Cairo? Call it father-daughter time.

I am rather pleased to say I did not get killed in this bout of evil crazy shenanigans. And that I also have the most incredible daughter in the world.

[River]
Have I mentioned how proud I am of you or how much I love you sweetie?

[Kimberly]
We should grab a drink to celebrate not getting blown up when the crazy calms down.

Bloody hell
Damn Irishman

I have a message and a question.

( Message )

Someone help?

\I do have a story.

When I was very young and wandering outside I would sometimes watch people, and not in any negative sense of the word. I am hardly that sort. But I would watch people because they do the damnedest things. Sometimes, while I watched them I'd construct little stories about their lives.

I saw this woman once, she was an older lady that looked very remarkably like a hag. I do not know her name, but I still do very clearly remember her face, and only half because she tried to eat me as I walked by. You see, she grabbed me in passing and told me I reminded her of her husband Gene, which in hindsight I find terribly unfortunate.

I was ten, you see. The problem is obvious, isn't it?

Anyway, the point is that I sometimes imagine that she was a giant spider trapped in her human flesh, and what she was going to do was take me back to her spidery lair and there consume me. You can imagine that as a ten year old, it was rather frightening.

I see her face sometimes, and I wonder if all older individuals eventually just look the same; like old hags trying to eat children.

Anywho, the moral of the story is to not get kidnapped by old hags.