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[boeshane_boy]

Strip twister. The twentieth. No danger of flying balls. Well - not the rubber kind. Anyone interested, stop by my room. Level three, room fifteen. I think everyone could use the lift after that mess in the dining hall.

Speaking of, any new information on that? I saw someone was looking into the radiation.

Saxon, you've been quiet. That keeps up, you'll give me an ulcer. I don't like ulcers. Tell me you're not wearing those awful clothes anymore.

Did anyone get hit by this that I really ought to know about?

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[toldastory]

Guess so. You know how time travel works.

[boeshane_boy]

Very well, yeah. Wonder if that can be utilized, here. The Doctors have their TARDISes, don't they?

Private.

[toldastory]

Yeah. When things settle down the Doctor and I are going to take a little holiday.

But I was just trying to figure out... how old I am now. Or will be, I guess.

Private.

[boeshane_boy]

That sounds really nice, Martha.

What do you mean? You're too young to forget your--

Is the twentieth your birthday?

Private.

[toldastory]

Yeah. I'm trying to figure out how old I am now, given the year and the time in 1913 and the time in 1969 and that apparently it's now 2010. Much more work than I thought.

And also, I owe you, Jack. A lot.

Private.

[boeshane_boy]

I stopped counting...well. Few centuries ago, actually. I'm not all that sure.

What's that for?

Private.

[toldastory]

Seems a bit depressing to stop counting between 25 and 27. Or 28.

For not letting me be an idiot about this.

Re: Private.

[boeshane_boy]

Don't bother trying to find out till you go home. Then just do the math...in whatever year you end up.

Anytime, Martha Jones.