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14 August 2007 @ 12:08 am
Date: December 24th, 2009 (I sorta lost track)
Time: 11:37pm
Location: Cardiff
Characters: Jack and whomever else
Ratings and Warnings: PG so far

Jack now knew escaping from a room he'd been given to sleep in to post a simple entry on some stupid site was a really, really stupid idea. It wasn't his fault every e-mail site he had wasn't working. He'd even tried temporary ones and had been booted out. He'd hit the computer before trying the site, and leaving an entry. He hoped someone read it - they had to know what was happening.

Then the guards came. A bit of flirting, maneuvering and running got him out of the situation and climbing into a vent for the second time that night. He'd even been doing good, having an easy way out as there were no stupid retina scans that he hated so much. He'd gotten so far through the dusty things before they'd heated up and he'd somehow managed to crash into a new hallway.

The hallway had less retina scans though and was part of the main building instead of a sub-section, so he just had to find a window. He was running, guards chasing after him. He'd escaped from his room, broken the vents, smacked a computer for not working and had ended up breaking a guard's nose. It wasn't a good day.

He couldn't quite care though as he raced through an area, skidding to turn and rush through a new door. Alarms were blaring in his ears and he knew someone had to end up catching him. He just wanted to be the one to hurt them.
05 August 2007 @ 12:37 pm
Date: December 24th, 2009
Time: 9:57pm
Location: London
Characters Involved: Martha, The Doctor, Rose Tyler [and OPEN]
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13, to be safe

Well, that was pretty easy, Martha thought as she made her way up the pathway that led to the front gate. She carefully opened the cast-iron gate, stepped through it and, just as carefully, closed it again; making sure the catch was down firmly.

If asked to list some of the most outrageous things she had ever done, this would be one of them. Not the most outrageous, but it was definitely up there. It was everyday that someone claimed they had stolen a Turkey from their Mother for a Christmas dinner with an Alien and his friends in his Space Ship stroke Time Machine.

She grinned and continued to walk down the road, patting the contents of her jeans pocket in thanks. It had been really easy to let herself into the house, make her way to the kitchen and stuff the Turkey (wrapped in tin foil) into her backpack. Her Mother had come into the kitchen just as she was zipping up and she froze, making sure not to make a sound. Francine has just stopped, frowned at point about a foot to the left of her and then went back into the living room. Martha had then made a quick escape; thanking the Perception Filter key with all her heart.

She should feel guilty, and Martha had to admit that a part of her did. A small part of her. it was wrong after all, but it was only a Turkey. She would be replacing it tomorrow and her Mother would never know.

She shook off her thoughts and continued back to the TARDIS.
04 August 2007 @ 05:58 pm
Date: December 27, 2009
Time: 2:30
Location: Cardiff. The Master's labs.
Characters Involved: Whoever would be there.
Ratings and Warnings: None yet?
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete

So far, The Master was pleased with his progress although an overarching plan had yet to solidify itself. There was still work to be done with Jack, but unfortunately learning about his various options, The Master had to rely upon information extracted and reports received from The Rani and other scientists.

The only completely positive aspect was that so very many experiments could do done without any need to remain concerned about the well-being of the test subject. At the moment, of course, he was reading over the feedback and test results he'd been given and trying to come up with something really, really cruel. Cruel to Jack. Cruel to that woman named Martha. And obviously cruel to The Doctor. Killing and hurting humans would not and could not be enough.

Drumming his nails along the edge of the highly-polished surface of his desk, The Master hummed a bit of AC/DC's "If you want Blood" and moved on to the experiments conducted on the third day after Jack's capture. Merry post-Christmas indeed.
01 August 2007 @ 02:21 pm
Date: December 26, 2009
Time: 15:30
Location: Cardiff - the Hub.
Characters Involved: Romana, Toshiko, open to whoever's in the Hub at the moment.
Ratings and Warnings: G.
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete

As secret headquarters go, Romana had to admit that this was a good one. She p
particularly liked the flying lizard.

The lift provided a convenient setup to taking a good look around as she and Toshiko descended into Torchwood central, presuming that was what it was and not a secret incarceration facility cleverly concealed by vigilant humans to trap time traveling aliens who didn't know better. Romana never dismissed that option outright. The lighting was a bit intimidating, the blue glare element overdone, but the equipment looked quite promising, and not, for the most part, 21st century Earth standard. And it smelled clean, which was a big turn up from many secret incarceration facilities.

She hopped out of the limb and, curbing her Doctorlike tendencies with a measure of effort, stood still with her hands folded behind her back, waiting for Toshiko to guide her onwards. She racked her brain for a comment like stupendous, unearthly, I can't believe my eyes, but all she managed to come up with was, "cozy."

She smiled at the human woman, a smile meant to set at ease. "What do you feed your pterodactyl?"
26 July 2007 @ 01:26 pm
Date: December 24th, 2009
Time: 1.30pm
Location: Cardiff
Characters Involved: Ianto Jones, Open
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13 just in case
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete

Ianto Jones was lingering over tubs of fruit while vegetables leered from the parallel row of the aisle. He had his back to them, and stood in the centre, absently squeezing a banana between his thumb and index finger. His dilemma was a simple one. Would Owen, Gwen and S-... and Tosh Eat fruit and vegetables if he bought them? Secretly he has hoped to sneakily inflict health upon them for quite some time now. Shopping at Tescos in the past he has stood here, lingered, and even gone so far as to progress beyond squeezing and actually taken an apple or a kiwi into his hands. Rarely.

Tosh would eat them, he was quite sure. If he purchased a bag of apples, maybe he and she could set up a system of eating an apple for every cup of coffee drunk, or something, so that even unhealthy activities had a healthy edge. Gwen, however, would likely feel better suited to a bowl of curry or a kebab at 5.00AM than an assortment of healthsome fruit or vegetables, though she would probably insist that she was going to eat them, and that she was glad to do so. She just never would. Owen would simply snarl at Ianto – he believed – for the mere suggestion of his so much as inhaling the scent of citrus juice.

So, amidst the bustle of Christmas shoppers – most of whom seemed to be taking advantage of the discounted ingredients for Christmas day meals which the store had shrewdly put into effect – Ianto continued to be indecisive. Ten minutes later he left Tescos with a box of lightbulbs, two pints of milk, a number of secret components for his own special blend of coffee, and a single banana. Automatic doors opened and closed and, despite having stayed up late last night, and then early this morning attempting to track the movements of vortex-hopping Time Lords, he took a breath of afternoon air with a smile on his face.

22 July 2007 @ 11:51 pm

Date: December 24, 2009
Time: 4.00 PM
Location: Cardiff
Characters Involved: Owen Harper, Open
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13 just in case
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete

Owen walked along the bay, hands stuffed in his pockets, protecting them from the cold of the harsh December air.  He knew he shouldn’t have waited until today to make sure he had everything he needed for Christmas, presents included.  Cardiff was going to be mobbed, he was sure of it.

A smile plastered itself over Owen’s face as he recalled the night before with Gwen.  He didn’t understand why she left so soon, and refused to take the offered lift.  Perhaps she was scared of what anyone would say.  Scared of the fact that she had been seen leaving with him and then returning the next morning, still in the same clothes.  But why that would matter, god knows.  The rest of the hub pretty much knew about the previous affair. 

He sighed, shaking his head.  It didn’t do him any good to dwell on it.  He had worse things to focus on.

Like finding presents for Gwen and the rest of the team.

God how he hated Christmas.

22 July 2007 @ 01:34 pm
Date: December 24, 2009
Time: 6:00PM
Location: London
Characters Involved: The Doctor, Rose Tyler, Donna Noble, possibly Martha Jones (?)
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13 just in case
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete

When the TARDIS had materialized, Rose pushed away from the column that she had been using to steady herself throughout the flight. She picked her jacket up from its heap on the floor and zippered herself snuggly into its warmth. Mittens and a scarf soon followed, hiding away what skin was left uncovered by the jacket and its hood. "Hope everyone's well bundled, then." She said with a smile, before striding down the ramp and shouldering open the blue door.

The strange Time Lord readings that the Doctor was receiving and the whirlwind of happiness and confusion that accompanied her return--it would certainly all be balanced out by a fine Christmas adventure on T..Tr..? Rose shook her head, unable to remember exactly what the Doctor had called this place. Regardless of pronunciation, she stepped out of the TARDIS in full anticipation of a crystallized  and icy (and alien) landscape.

But when Rose's eyes focussed upon what waited for them outside the TARDIS, she paused. "Err, Doctor?" She tossed the words over her shoulder, back into the blue box. "I think we took a wrong turn...somewhere."

She blinked. She closed her eyes and rubbed at her lids, but when she reopened them the sight had not changed. Oh, it was still Christmas. Except, it was Christmas in London.
20 July 2007 @ 04:22 pm
Date: December 26, 2009
Time: 15:00
Location: Cardiff
Characters Involved: Romana, open to others (calling Toshiko Sato...)
Ratings and Warnings: G to begin with...
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete

Romanadvoratrelundar was not a happy Time Lady. Which was, after all, to be expected, seeing as she was very likely the last one.

Last of the Time Ladies, that is. The Last of the Time Lords was still alive and well, it seemed, although if it was up to her, that condition wouldn't last.

Romana was not happy with her improvised Vortex Manipulator, which landed her in a very backwards part of a rather backwards planet, albeit at the right time period, which was more than she could say for some of her TARDIS trips. It had, initially, surprised her to hear that the Doctor seemed so adamant to stick to this bit of space/time, but she reasoned that she was not qualified to evaluate his mind-set at the moment. Besides, there was always this urge for replacements. As if adopting Earth could ease the memory of Gallifrey, now that there was only a memory left.

She did a Doctor-style trouble round of the city, but apart from an odd encounter with a very ugly humanoid coming out of a manhole (an encounter that ended with some mutual gnashing of teeth), the only intereting thing that she could find was the perception filter next to the fountain. It was a nice bit of technology next to a nice bit of architecture and she was sure it was not there by accident, being as it also was on top of one of the more powerful rifts she had ever seen.

So true to the lessons of renegade Time Lady-ship, she took out her sonic screwdriver and started fiddling with the wiring on that perception filter, figuring out where its signal and power came from, then disconnecting it just to see who would come running. She was out for trouble, after all, she knew exactly what she wanted.
16 July 2007 @ 07:35 am

OOC; Again, the last board went nuts and started hurting my eyes, so new board and first post... hope I don't get this wrong...

Date: December 24, 2009
Time: 12:30 pm
Location: A lab somewhere around Cardiff
Characters Involved: The Master, The Rani, Jack sooner or later, maybe Lucy?
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13, subject to change.
Incomplete/Complete Incomplete

Lucy frowned at the monitor in front of her. That woman, <i>whoever</i> she was, was standing far too close to her Master. The looks he was throwing her way were causing a burning sensation to start deep in her stomach, acid churning inside. Face hardening she smoothed her dress down one last time and decided to make an appearance.

Striding purposefully along the corridor, Lucy felt the eyes of Harry's security on her. She was used to the attention now, after a year of fading into the background it was a welcome change to be adored again. Her heels made sharp clicking sounds on the linoleum, the sterility of the hideout somehow fitting to her Master's plans, even if she wasn't allowed to know everything about them. From what she had overheard, and seen, it had something to do with that annoying man they'd had chained up like some cheap ornament last year.

Turning the last corner she walked straight into the room she had just been watching, not bothering to knock, a superior expression on her face.

But her Master wasn't there. The other woman whirled at her entrance, face contorted in annoyance.

"Hello, I'm not sure we've met. I'm Lucy, the Master's wife."

15 July 2007 @ 09:52 pm
Date: December 24, 2009
Time: 3:30 pm
Location: Cardiff
Characters Involved: Gwen Cooper and The Master
Ratings and Warnings: PG, subject to change.

It was late afternoon and Gwen had barely just left Owen's. Instead of having him drive her, she'd decided to walk back to the Hub to retrieve her car. It would give her time to clear her head. She hadn't yet heard back from Jack...or Ianto and Tosh for that matter, but assumed all was fine. If it wasn't, they would certainly have phoned her mobile. They were probably just enjoying Christmas Eve with their families. It was something she'd be doing later that evening, she reminded herself. 

She and Rhys were to have dinner with his parents that evening and then spend Christmas day with her family. It was their own little tradition, and the first time since Gwen could remember that she wasn't looking forward to the holiday. 

She wondered what it said about her that she'd rather have just spent the entire thing in bed with Owen. She couldn't hide from Rhys forever, though, and the previous evening with Owen should have never even happened. 

Gwen crossed her arms against the cold as she walked briskly down the sidewalk.