In the cellar vault beneath the Avalon nightclub, far away from the press of dancing Mortals, the lights are low.
Down in the cellar vault of the Avalon, away from the sweaty press of people and the nightclubs' bright lights it is quieter.
Here a calmer atmosphere prevails in the low lit area which is heady with the bright scent of fresh lemons.
Tiny Martha shares a leather sofa in the Common area of the Court with Dillon ( @ Wolven Pryde ). They sit at a low coffee table which is piled with notes, printed out copies of maps of Sacramento and copies of many US newspapers, tables of spreadsheets for various Domain accounts, learned academic periodicals and PDF print-outs of FBI manuals and police procedural documents. At their feet rest several bulky looking equipment boxes in cardboard cases. A carafe of freshly made lemonade and tall tumbler glasses rest in the coffee table too.
Martha sits prettily, meekly and sweetly attired in an English school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose, she wears a long black gymslip shows her slim legs to mid calf...her ebony black hair is tied into neat twin tails, each tail is tied with a large red ribbon bow. She wears a white kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished black Mary Jane shoes thanks to her C-Leg prosthesis. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie which is tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel and a simple metal walking cane rest at her side and are propped against the couch.
Martha is reading carefully and looks up over the page to smile to Dillon and then glance over to The Stairs to see if the Doctor will arrive shortly.
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