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[Action] Arrival post

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[Elle rolls over onto her stomach and groans. The bed feels weird, and she feels weird, and the air smells weird, and everything is weird. She reaches out for Sylar to make him fix everything. Her hand thunks against something, but she's too busy thinking to pay it any mind. Sylar. Weird. Weird weird weird Sylar. Wait a fucking second. Sylar. Beach. She remembers now. That son of a bitch had killed her! She shoots up, sitting on the ground, her fingers trying to dig into stone.]

MOTHERFUCKER!

[She stares around, searching for Sylar. Where was he? Where was the son of a bitch? Who the fuck were all these other people? Where had that fountain come from?]

Moth... erfuck?

[Something itches her as she turns, and she scratches at it, only to find that it itches her fingers, too. She looks down and gapes at the cheap shift she's wearing. It looks like a hospital gown for poor people. What the fuck was it doing touching her?]

Motherfuck.

[The Doctor vaguely hears voices around him as his mind seemed so cloudy, but there it was, rather distinctively, an angry outburst of foul language. Strange, how did she get in the TARDIS?]

Hello?

[He didn't remember dozing off and blinks his eyes open to an unfamiliar sky. Where was the TARDIS and how did he get here!? Better yet, why was there an angry woman in barely any clothing?]

Hi. [Elle still looks angry, but she's also not really paying attention to him and almost manages to sound civil. And then she realizes that the guy with the weird hair is waking up and crawls over to him.]

What the fuck did you do and why and I wanna go ho- I wanna go back to where I was. What the fuck did you do to me and why would you make me wear this stupid ugly thing? It seriously gives a new meaning to fug. Like your hair, only this is on me.

[When in doubt, accuse and insult the closest person available. Elle Bishop 101.]

[He was still lying down, but manages to scramble to a sitting position.]

I'm sorry, I think you're mistaking me for someone. I certainly didn't bring you here and especially did not put you in that!

[He'd like to know how he got here as well, as he looked around. The surroundings were unfamiliar and he wasn't immediately picking up where or when he was.]

I know, right? It's itchy, too.

[She looks down at it for a moment, scratching at her neckline.]

Are you sure you didn't do this?

Have you seen a kind of tall guy with dark hair who looks kind of like an ape?

Oh, I'm definitely sure. Very positive!

[At her question he shakes his head.] No... What is the last thing you remember? I don't know you, or this place.

[Her hand goes to her forehead.]

I was- My boyfriend was trying to cut through my head.

[She gets to her feet, looking around for Sylar again, only this time, she's not as desperate or worried, she's pissed.] Totally my ex now.

[Annnd he's just staring at you with that reply.]

Right, well, [He brushes off his clothes as he looks around. It seemed rather nondescript, quaint town and begins digging through his pockets in hopes to find something that would help him solve this mystery. Thus far... nothing.]

Argh! I don't know how I got here!

NOBODY DOES. [Elle doesn't mean to shout, but she'd just told him she'd been murdered, and that had been his reply? It didn't even count as a reply. It was a total lack of reply.]

Nobody knows how we got here. That's why everybody's like "What the hell is going on?"

[Boy, she was a little gem, wasn't she?]

It... doesn't make any sense. I should know how I got here.... Do you happen to see a blue box anywhere? A blue police box?

[He wasn't which was furthering his current discouragement as he walked around trying to get clues as to where they were.]

[She gapes at him and holds out her hands.] I left it in my other fug dress.

[She forces herself to her feet and takes a couple steps. Her feet aren't sore, and whatever Sylar had done to her, her balance was fine. Whatever Sylar had done to her... She frowns as a new thought occurs to her.]

Do you think this is hell?

[She doesn't seem particularly bothered by the thought of being in hell. After all, if this is hell, it's pretty nice.]

Definitely not hell.

[Which was the wrong question to ask him in the first place given he didn't believe in such things, not being human and all.He had met the devil, though, which was quite complicated and a story for later.]

It's still Earth, just... very different. [And very frustrating his time sense was off.]

Different? [She looks around, unable to see much that's different other than that she's never been here before and there are cameras all over the place.]

Different how?

Time isn't flowing as it should... I can't even guess where in time we are. My senses are a bit off...

[He claps some final sand and dirt off of him and looks at the people around them. None were recognizeable, although that did look like Martha Jones just a few yards away. So perhaps everyone has been randomly selected. That's wizard.]

I'm the Doctor! What's your name?

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[Martha had been packing. She wouldn't have fallen asleep. Not at all. She told Tom she'd be out by the end of the day. So she was not exactly planning and falling asleep. Nor was she planning on waking up in the middle of a town square that was not any part of London she'd ever seen.}

[Someone was swearing in just the way she would love to if she were perhaps not so British. And there... there was a familiar voice. Finally Martha opened her eyes and they fell on the one man she would be relieved to see after the past few hours.]

Doctor? That you?

Martha!?

[This was definitely shocking! At least it was someone else he knew.] Do you know of how we got here or where we are?

[He rubs the back of his head.] I'm afraid I don't know either of those answers... I was just on a bus trip too...

[Martha sat up and patted herself down. Everything was there. Everything except a ring. Where did... right. She'd given it back to Tom under the tree. Martha tried not to let her face fall.]

I don't know anything. I was in my... in London.

Odd, very odd.

[He dusts himself off and searching his pockets. Pauses with furrowed eyebrows, and searches again.]

My screwdriver...! It's gone. [No need to panic. He's sure it's there somewhere as he rummages his hands again through everything.... Nope. Nothing.]

[Now that was worrying. Martha began looking along the ground.]

Are you sure it's gone? It's not just hanging about in a random pocket? You have a lot of stuff in there you know.

I know that!

[He dug through his jacket pockets, and his suit pockets, and even the inner pockets of the jacket and of the suit, but nothing still turned up.] This... is unexpected.

[All of the situation was, if he was honest with himself.] C'mon, let's have a look around?

[Martha nodded and checked her own pockets. Her perception filter fell out, but it was missing the computer chip that made it work.]

Huh... I've never lost that before.

[There was a small crowd of people also around looking just as confused. It didn't take a genius to discover they weren't the only ones to have woken up here. And hang on... perhaps she should figure out where in their respective timelines she and the Doctor were from.]

When was the last time we saw each other Doctor?

((OOC: Haven't figured out Martha's housing yet. Does the Doctor want a housemate?))

[ooc: The Doctor would love a housemate!]

[He looks puzzled a moment, thinking very hard. Nervously he licks his lips afraid of disrupting their timelines.] Davros.

[Honestly, it hadn't been that long ago for him, so if she had been there, that's all that needed to be said. She would know.]

[Martha immediately reached out and took his hand.]

I'm sorry. It's been a few months since then for me. You holding up all right?

Ah, good! Same timeline it seems!

[That was a relief, at least.]

Yup! Doing fine! [Despite having a prophecy being told him to beware of 4 knocks, but some things didn't have to be told and he didn't want to concern her.]

Me too [Not that she really was doing fine. One doesn't typically do fine when one's fiance decides to break of the engagement. But like the Doctor, Martha didn't want to concern him with anything.]

[Martha does take a closer look at her wrist.] Funny, I wasn't wearing a watch before...