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Who: Martha Snape-Jones and Open
What: An open log where Martha's going on a run.
Where: All around Sobek Croix.
When: Today
Notes: This is an open log, and Martha will be jogging all around so please feel free to hop in! I'd love to use this to build more CR for her.
Warnings: None, will update as needed.

Since she'd traveled with the Doctor, Martha Jones had always used her running time to think. It hadn't started out that way, but having spent the better part of her time with him on the run from something and needing to think about how to outsmart it, or what the next step in the plan should be meant that she'd gotten quite good at it. During the year especially, Martha had thought and walked, or thought and ran, even though there were times when her thoughts weren't the best of company.

Today they moved back and forth, striding the wall between being good company and not. There were still too many variables and too many things to consider about the two of them being here for her thoughts to be one or the other. So instead, Martha ran through the neighborhood, savoring the sensation of real sun on her skin and real wind in her hair. After two years of running in CES where everything was manufactured, it was brilliant to have the luxury of this. Also running like this gave her the time to get to know the land, and hopefully meet some of the people around. Oh, she knew that she could run at Hellsing, but running on a track or treadmill just wasn't the same as road, grass and path beneath her heels.

Every so often Martha wished that she'd had her ipod in her pocket when she'd been taken. Or perhaps the mirror that Severus had given her. Perhaps if she'd had them then she wouldn't have needed to literally see him in order to remember. Thinking about that wasn't helpful, she decided, and her steps slowed a bit as Martha took a shaky breath and sipped from the water bottle she carried.

Threaded | Flat

For someone who'd taken pains to make himself a contracted, on-call consultant to Hellsing, Jim Kirk certainly was spending a lot of time there. He still spent time exploring the city, talking to people, reading, absorbing as much information as he could about this place in hopes of figuring out how to escape. But his presence seemed to be more centered around the guild hall these days, those explorations now becoming errands to pass the time rather than the main focus of his efforts.

And here he was again, making the twenty-minute hike through Sobek Croix from the nearest rail station, headed to the guild hall. Bones was certainly the more loquacious of the pair of them on the subject of how goddamned good it was to have solid earth beneath their feet and real sun on their faces and wind in their hair, but Jim wouldn't deny that he enjoyed it too. He was taking his time with the walk today, letting his body occupy itself with movement while his mind worked.

It was better than being home alone again. Half the reason he was headed to the hall was to see if Bones was in medical there--the two of them had seen each other so infrequently lately. He knew his friend was still broken up over losing one of their own; all of Hellsing had been moved by Dean Winchester's death but Dr. McCoy was taking it particularly hard, blaming himself for not being able to save the man. He'd thrown himself into work to distract himself, Jim could tell, but somehow his work at Hellsing and his work at the temples conspired to keep him out of Jim's sight all day, every day, lately.

His trained senses caught the sound of someone on the path ahead, moving toward him, the cadence of footfalls telling him they were running. He snapped out of his thinking, attention coming to bear on the figure ahead, quickly appraising the situation. Nothing chased her, and her bearing didn't seem worried, or defensive. Nothing about what he saw and heard told him to ready himself for a fight.

He relaxed, offering a bright, easy smile as she approached. He recognized her. Didn't he? He thought he'd seen her in medical once when he'd poked his head in looking for always-busy friend. "Hi," he called out when she was in earshot. "How's the running going?"