[Locked to Angels, Torchwood, and Friends of Martha, locked AGAINST the Doctor]

[failedhullabaloo]

Um... hi. So, if, say, a girl were to be in the market for a two-bedroom flat around here... how would she go about getting one?

[Locked to Martha]
Also, how do you feel about having two bedrooms free?

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[Locked to Martha]

[failedhullabaloo]

I just... I don't know. Last time I shacked up with a guy (NOT the Doctor, thanks), I skipped my A-levels, got my heart broken, and ended up £800 in debt by the time I was 18. (I've had really bad taste in guys in the past, can ya tell?) This is going to be a VAST improvement.

I've gotten myself some papers, I don't know if John has. We'll get him some if he hasn't, though.

If you talk to him, I'll love you forever. Even if it doesn't do any good. Get Donna to smack him around a bit - that seems to work.

...don't mind me, I think I just fell in love a little. More.

[Locked to Rose]

[narrated]

That guy, whoever he is, was a complete wanker. I haven't had the best taste myself in the past, but I only had to suffer through a couple ridiculously bad shags. Oh, yes, John Smith may be the only genuine gentleman in this universe.

Okay. I may know someone who can help you out. She has a lot of resources anyway. I'll get back to you.

Oh, I'll talk to him alright. It certainly does tend to help. I think I'll have a little talk with her on the bus ride to Oklahoma. Really, the three of us should get together some time over tea. I'm sure we'd have plenty to discuss.

[Locked to Martha]

[failedhullabaloo]

Oh, he really was. Musician, thought he was so good. Whatever. Tosser.

Thank you so much.

And that would be lovely. Though we'll probably have to tie him down and lock the door and take his sonic screwdriver to get him to stay.

[Locked to Rose]

[narrated]

...that is not out of the realm of possibility.

I have handcuffs. (Des and I are a bit-)... somewhere or I'm sure I could find some rope and people willing to guard the door from the outside.