Operation 1

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

...This... What? I... I was just... This is amazing but it is not where I need to be, so take me back! Take me back right now! I don't have time for this, the Doctor needs me and I can't be just sitting around here twiddling my thumbs. I have my job to be doing, not-

...Is this a trap? Its too nice for the Daleks... I was talking to them seconds ago. It doesn't make any sense. Doctor? Doctor!?

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[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

[someone is still a cougar, so have an unfriendly snarl at the journal instead of snark, Martha]

((ooc: *proceeds to spam entry* >_>))

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Martha? Is that you?

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

What the hell was that?!

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

Uhm... Yes...?

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

It's Donna! Look, I know this sounds a little weird - okay, a lot weird - but you're in a sort of...magic castle that takes people from all throughout time and space. The Doctor's here, too - three of him - and Jack, and Rose, and Jenny...loads of people, really.

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

...What? You're kidding me. That can't be real, and where's that... [sound of the journal being picked up, and the flipping of some pages]

...Oh. Oh my God...

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Yeah, magical talking journals. It records everything that's going on when it's open.

Listen, though - this place looks nice, yeah? But it can be vicious at times. There are all sorts of people here, doing...well, everything imaginable. And the castle itself...it's sentient, Martha, and it likes to take things from us. You lose something when you come here - could be memories, or abilities, or, well, anything. And it doesn't stop there.

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

This place sounds like a bundle of laughs.

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Don't get me wrong, though - it's not always bad. A load of us are living in the TARDIS; I'm sure the Doctor would let you move in, too. At least then you'll have familiar faces around.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Now, that sounds like Martha Jones.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Martha!

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[oh, vomit]

[written]

Welcome to hell, Martha Jones.

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

We were all just together, though. It was only just a minute ago.

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

...And that sounds like Owen Harper.

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

...Doctor?

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Like I said, the castle takes people from different places in time - the Doctor can probably explain that better than I can. The Doctor's been here for over a year; I've only been here for...god, has it really been four months?

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I think...

[torchwoodgenius.livejournal.com]

[and Tosh eventually shows up, having read the comments first] Hello, Martha. Welcome to Paradisa.

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

But... Why? What could this place, or the thing controling it, be getting from this?

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

You're not welcome.

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

Nobody knows, really. There are theories about it...liking to torment us. Which, considering that it's turned me into a cat, a teenager, and a man, I rather have to agree with.

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

Tosh? Is everyone here?

[in-earthlight.livejournal.com]

A man? That must have been a laugh.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Unforgettable as always.

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

That's me! Hello!