taxonomites | 002: Down to Business [Visual]

Martha, wearing a white coat and a businesslike expression, switched on the tablet to address the citizens of Taxon. She was sitting behind the desk in her surgery, which she'd opened just in time for whatever was about to hit the city. It wasn't a particularly elaborate building, but it was well stocked and she had a lot of experience when it came to treating people in unusual or unpleasant circumstances. She was as prepared as she would ever be.

"Hi," she began, her voice crisp and clear. "I'm Martha Jones. Doctor Martha Jones. I think we all know by now that something - something bad - is about to happen to the city ..."

She liked to think that it was impossible to tell how many times she'd rehearsed this speech. She'd been on the stage with Shakespeare, for goodness sake. She could definitely talk to a little metal device.

"I've not been here long, but it looks like I'm the only medical professional in the city. I've just opened a surgery in Central, but if you need me for anything, you can contact me on the tablet at any time. I've got a lot of experience when it comes to working in the field."

She had learned how to operate on little or no sleep during the Master's year in power, too. Despite her best efforts, and the best efforts of both Tom and Mickey, she'd never managed to break the habit.

"And Kaylee? Lorne said I should speak to you about supplies for the bunkers you're building?"

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Fred smiles back at Martha, looking very grateful. "Thank you, Doctor Jones. I'm hoping this'll all blow over and no one will need your services, but it's good to know they're there." Her smile turns a bit wry. "You look like you're fairly used to this sort of thing. Or ready for it, at the very least."

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