Martha's 8th - Video - Day 116 - Open/Private

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha looks oddly happy for her. Not as happy as she should, but she's not moping.]

Right. How would everyone feel about a variety show. I'm a storyteller, I know someone who plays music. Anyone else have a talent they would be willing to share?

[Private to Ellen]

If there are people willing to do this, is there any chance you'd allow us space in your pub?

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[notrosesshadow]

Hauntings and death omens. Real run of the mill there Ellen. [Here the sarcasm and see the smile to show she's joking.]

I assume a death omen is what it sounds like. Someone warning you you're about to die?

[justrunsasaloon]

Hey, back home, most of the time it's as simple as figuring out who the pain is and salting and burning their bones.

[She's spent way too much time in cemeteries.]

Exactly. Ever hear the black dog legends? Every fairy tale has a truth behind it. All of them.

[notrosesshadow]

Like the dog in... [She pauses wondering if the books she loved so much existed in Jo's time.] There's a series I enjoyed reading when I was younger. Black dog called the Grim. They said it'd turn up whenever you were about to die. Twist in the book was that it was just a human that could turn into a dog.

In my universe, I've met witches. But they weren't witches. I mean, they were... but they were a different creature. Carrionites.

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen shrugs.]

Black dog legends come from those that made deals. They're hellhounds that are coming after those that signed away their souls.

[Ellen's glass cracks. She didn't even realize she had been holding it that hard.]

Dammit.

[She tosses it away, wiping her hands on a towel.]

That's what witches do: they sell their souls for power and a demon takes them when it's time.

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha starts when the glass breaks. There's more to hellhounds than she knows. She wants to ask, but Ellen scares her a bit. She moves into doctor mode instead.]

Did you cut yourself?

[As she looks over for blood, she continues on about the Witches.]

Maybe in your world they do. In my world, they're aliens from a completely different world. They use words instead of numbers for math. Somehow, they'd been locked away in a... I don't know what exactly. But three escaped. And they went to the Master of Words himself to try and get their sisters out.

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen shakes her head.]

No, it's fine. Didn't even splinter.

[She holds up her hand as proof. Perfectly fine.]

Mine is in a full scale apocalypse when I ended up here. According to the boys, that's over, at least.

[notrosesshadow]

I just helped end the apocalypse in my world.

[Martha knew that feeling well.]

But not from the witches. From the man I told you about before. He's gone now.

[justrunsasaloon]

In ours, it's the feather brigade putting it out.

[More than one of them are here.]

We're not real fond of them doing so.

[notrosesshadow]

And there's another reason to keep them at arm's length.

Are they now? But why? What purpose would that achieve?

[justrunsasaloon]

Hell if I know. Things happened, mistakes were made and then... well, all the angels started showing up and the world's supposed to end.

[Ellen shrugs.]

Meg sicced hellhounds on me and the boys, because we were trying to stop Lucifer from raising Death the Horseman. Didn't work out too well. I don't know everything that happened after that.

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha doesn't know what to say. So she says the only thing she can.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. That sounds awful.

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen smiles and shakes her head.]

We've all got our own hells.

[She reaches under the bar and pulls out one of the last bottles of whiskey.]

We've earned this.

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha looks up, and breaks into a small smile.] I thought that was rationed Ellen.

[justrunsasaloon]

Sure is.

[she still pours them both some.]

But if rehashing apocalypses isn't the way to earn a ration, I sure as hell don't know what is.

[Smirk. Argue with that one.]

[notrosesshadow]

I can drink to that.

[She grins as she toasts the other woman and takes a swig.]

It's too bad you don't have hypervodka. Now that's a drink.

[justrunsasaloon]

I've heard of it, but haven't figured out how to make it. Might have to experiment.

[Because she will get the still up and running. Yep.]

[notrosesshadow]

I'm sure between the Doctor and me, we can help you figure it out.

[justrunsasaloon]

Now that sounds like a plan.

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha grins and finishes her drink.] And with that, I should be on my way. I should grab one of these from the library.

[She taps the book Ellen was using as she says it.]

Thank you for the drink. And everything else.

[justrunsasaloon]

Any time. You know where I am.

When I'm finished with the book, I'll drop it off at the clinic.

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha nods and thanks the woman again before taking her leave.]