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PostPosted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:15 am
by Tavey
As Rubin helped her remain upright, Wen couldn't help but shake. And seethe slightly.

She managed to get her feet under her finally, although remained holding onto Rubin for stability. She leant in a little closer and spoke very quietly, so that only he could hear.

"I had surgery a day or two ago. Giving up my part of the Eye means things will slow down a little. Thank you."

Before going anywhere, there were a couple of things that she needed to address however.

"Mister Warwick, I am not sure how Department 51 works, but I am completely sure that even media manipulators must be aware that Torchwood answers to Torchwood. Not to the government. I don't care if there are rumblings about our performance levels nor our visibility."

She stopped to take a deep breath as a wave of pain rippled through her.

"Send me a report on what you decide to do about the media and so on please. Through the usual channels. I am sure we'll talk again soon. In the meantime, I will avail myself of an ambulance. And my own driver. Quin?"

With a wicked smile that hinted of the way that she would be when fully healed, Derowen allowed herself to be settled into one of the emergecy vehicles. Insisted that Nathan join her, and produced her ID to prevent the paramedics from driving.

She did not want to go to a hospital.

"Home James, and don't spare the horses." She said to Quin. And wondered where John was.

TAG - Neville
TAG - Quin
TAG - Nathan
TAG - Everyone else..

PostPosted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:04 am
by Quin
Quin smiled. "By the way," he said. "That's my weevil, be grateful if someone could deliver it to HQ for me."

He turned to Wen and with a very creditable Parker impersonation replied. "Yes milady," he said and winked at her.

The 'angel' being was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. He knew that the memory would be with him forever.

"You know," he continued to no one in particular, "I think a chaffeur's uniform would suit my boyish good looks."

ooc - Sorry been mia. I have broken a bone in my right wrist and several bones in my right hand. Unfortunately they are displaced. The surgeon that I saw did not want to touch them until the hand specialist has taken a look. I will see him on Wednesday. May have to have some pins put in.

Apparantly it is a classic boxing injury. Knew I shouldn't have punched that weevil so hard.

PostPosted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 12:47 pm
by Tavey
Brock sat back in his chair and ran a hand across his head.

With a few swift commands, he alerted the appropriate cleanup teams to go in and sanitise the entire Eight facility.

Sanitise in the nothing left alive kind of way. Except for the weevil. There were standing orders from Three about Weevils. If you didn't have to kill them, you just didn't.

He timed the cleanup for two hours from the last van to leave the area, and also set up another emergency close enough by to be feasible, and far enough and dramatic enough that the 'Angel' would be forgotten.

Ten minutes after recieving the order from Wen, the word went out that there was a hostage situation on the other side of Regeant Park. Several cellphones rang within moments, and the media began to pack up.

TAG - The Camden Lock folks.

"Brock to Wen. Situation should be under control soon. Are there any further instructions?"

Wen thought a moment from inside the ambulance. "No. We should be home soon. Bringing in two new folk. Get ID ready for them."

PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 8:41 am
by Tavey
The team arrived at the Hub in an assortment of vehicles. Well, the normal SUV's and one ambulance.

It was odd how Derowen forgot one simple act that would have made the homecoming easier. When she looked back at, she realised it was because they had fit so easily.

She forgot to introduce both Tim and Rubin to Torchwood.

As she was helped into the main hub and settled into one of the deep leather chairs that were arranged around the central column, she couldn't help feel a niggle of thought. She dismissed it, asking instead if someone would mind grabbing her a tea.

There was a strangled kind of silence. An absense of aural activity that was almost a scream in itself. She looked around and her eyes widened.

"Anteros!" she snapped. "They are friends. let them DOWN." With an embarrased shrug she watched as both Rubin and Tim were lowered to the ground. She hurried over to them and checked both of them out for odd marks.

"Call it a security system and don't forget to say hello when you come in. You'll be fine. Welcome to Torchwood Ten gentlemen. I am somewhat proud of it. It wasn't easy making it work around the underground. Torchwood, these gentlemen are staying. This is Tim, and this is Rubin."

TAG - Rubin
TAG - Tim

"Brock will help you with the paperwork." She pointed at the imposing black man who rose from his station on the far side of the hub.

He gestured to the seats nearest him with a "Welcome." that was in a cultured voice at odds with his apperance. "Tea?"


Derowen watched as they both began the process with a smile. She looked over the rest of the team, noting the ones that couldn't look at her with a hollow feeling beginning in her chest.

"Debrief in an hour?" She asked. "Get yourselves cleaned up. Eat. One hour."

TAG - Grace, Fred, Eric, Quin (If you can), Nathan.

As soon as she walked into her quarters she saw it. The small white envelope propped up where she could find it. The cursive hand that had written it so familiar to her.

I cannot remain. I have been summoned. John.

She rested her head in her hands after reading it. And wept silently for the man she missed more than anyone or anything else in the universe.

(and if anyone wants to witness.. she didn't shut her door..)

PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 11:05 am
by brawl
Tim had ditched the UNIT uniform in the ambulance, changing into a much more comfortable jeans and button-shirt. He looked at the jacket. Unstitch the UNIT patches and it wasn't a bad leather jacket. He might keep the thing.

He was grateful for the distraction and the change. It was about time to flip UNIT the bird anyways. They'd given him enough grief. It wasn't like they could do anything about him quitting. He was a criminal in the US, not over the pond. Besides, he was going to work for another covert alien bashing team.

He was still adjusting his collar as he walked into Torchwood Ten's HQ. He grinned as he saw the Hub. It was a paradise for someone like himself. He couldn't wait to dig in. He just hoped Forbes wouldn't be too much of a pain in his ass.

"So, where am I going to be cra-" Suddenly he found himself yanked off his feet and hanging upside down.

"Son of a bitch!" he choked. "You're kidding me!"

"Anteros!" McFie snapped. "They are friends. Let them DOWN." Tim dropped to the floor, landing on his shoulders. He grunted and rolled onto his side.

"My hell," he said. "I hope I made the right choice."

(tag all)

OOC: And I hereby unveil- the Torchwood sig! Yay!

PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:19 pm
by Foxy
Grace muttered a brief greeting to Torchwood as she entered, heading straight for her terminal to check how far the footage had escaped and whether any of it was worth worrying about.

"So, where am I going to be cra-" Tim's voice broke off behind her and Grace glanced back to see him hanging upside down.

**** - should have thought of that, she thought, but as she drew breath to do so, Derowen had already sprung into action. Grace left her to it, logging into concentrating on a particular conspiracy theorist site she had bookmarked. She didn't want to shut them down - they were too good a source, even though they didn't know it, but she would put in a couple of posts with fake ids, pointing out the "obvious" flaws with their footage... Someone else had already put a link to an obvious fake with a lot of similarities, claiming it was derivative. She was willing to bet money that was the 51 guy hard at work...

"Debrief in an hour?" Derowen called. "Get yourselves cleaned up. Eat. One hour."

Grace grunted an affirmative, typing busily.

OOC - Cool sig. I must get working on the title sequence again ;-)

PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:35 pm
by Black Scar Ozzy
Fred strode into Torchwood a little behind the others, wanting to make sure the SUV’s were parked, and nothing was left behind.
“Torchwood,” Fred muttered as he strode in, in time to watch the two newbies being given the special treatment.

Fred almost chuckled to himself as he made his way over to the kitchen to get himself a cup of tea. He did pause long enough, on his way to the kitchen to look at Derowen.

"Debrief in an hour?" She asked. "Get yourselves cleaned up. Eat. One hour."

He gave her a brief smile as she looked at him, before carrying on towards the kitchen.
“It’s good to be home.” Fred said to himself as he filled up the kettle.

PostPosted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:34 am
by Quin
Derowen watched as they both began the process with a smile. She looked over the rest of the team, noting the ones that couldn't look at her with a hollow feeling beginning in her chest.

"Debrief in an hour?" She asked. "Get yourselves cleaned up. Eat. One hour."

Quin nodded. He didn't want to eat but cleaned up sounded like a good idea. He was covered in weevil blood and his own blood and reckoned he would need a long hot shower and some elastoplast. Maybe he would get SNathan to take a look at the bites although the doc looked to be in worse shape than he was.

As soon as she walked into her quarters she saw it. The small white envelope propped up where she could find it. The cursive hand that had written it so familiar to her.

I cannot remain. I have been summoned. John.

She rested her head in her hands after reading it. And wept silently for the man she missed more than anyone or anything else in the universe.

Quin saw Wen go into her room. He followed wondering if she'd like some tea. Quin backed away hastily as he saw that Wen seemed to be crying. He took a deep breath and tapped the door.

"Can I help?" He asked. "Tell me to buggar off if you want but I'm a good listener."

PostPosted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 9:49 am
by Tavey
Derowen turned to face Quin, a thoroughly wretched look on her face.

"He's gone." She said, wrapping her arms around herself in misery. "He didn't even get to see the end. He didn't.. didn't say goodbye."

Staring at Quin for a moment, her face tight and unhappy, Wen took few deep breaths and continues.

"John and I. We met a long time ago. It's always been like this. One of us running out on the other. For more years than either wants to admit. No idea who the hell he really is, or what. He just stepped off a plane one day and walked in like he owned the place. Four. He owns Four. "

She sat down suddenly on one of the chairs. Her voice became bitter and low. "And now he's gone again. Back to the monsters."

TAG - Quin.

PostPosted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:23 am
by Quin
"I'm sorry," Quin replied. "But 4 is lost isn't it?" He looked puzzled. "How.....? Sorry shouldn't be cross examining you. Should know by now that some things are beyond explanation."

He moved over to where Wen was sitting and put an arm round her shoulders.

"He'll come back," he said. "How could he stay away? And as for monsters I think we've got plenty of them here."

PostPosted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 4:24 pm
by Tavey
Derowen wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Four is lost. That's part of the problem." was all she said.

Though knew very differently.

She straightened up, placed the note on a side table and nodded to Quin.

"Debriefing shortly. Thank you. Go and get yourself cleaned up Quin love. Weevil blood might be all the rage, but it doesn't suit you in the least."

TAG - Quin.

She spent the rest of the hour getting herself cleaned up. By the tme the debriefing rolled round, she was back into her usual attire of smart trousers (complete with extra gusset for movement), shirt and jacket. Her hair was tied back neatly into a long plait that swung between her shoulderblades with each step. She felt much better.

Walking into the common area, she toggled the inter-hub communications. "Debrief, coffee, tea and if I am not mistaken, cake."

TAG - everyone.

(OOC - okay chaps, debrief, and this episode is done!)

PostPosted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:15 pm
by AJHoyt
Rubin had been surprised and pleased at how quickly Brock had been able to produce a Torchwood id card complete with a color picture of Rubin's somewhat rumpled appearance. Brock's tea wasn't half bad either. And when he'd pointed Rubin to a tin of shortbread cookies, Rubin was euphoric.

He'd spent the hour before the debriefing staying out of the team's way. He scouted the Hub and marveled at its asymmetrical layout and central column. He studied a wall of pictures of people he didn't know who grew ever leaner and more haunted looking. Torchwooders he guessed. He picked a room for his own. He even had found an armory area that had both .38 caliber bullets and a .38 sized leather shoulder holster with the name Bennet tooled into it. When Brock had confirmed Bennet wasn't there anymore, Rubin appropriated the holster. He'd stepped through the rift into Camden Lock with nothing but the revolver. It wouldn't do to walk around with it stuck into his trouser top pointing dangerously close to a certain area.

He drew near Wen in the common area, assuming that if this wasn't where the debrief would take place, she'd go where it was. He stood holding a partially eaten shortbread, cupping a hand under it to catch crumbs. He figured the regular crew had favorite spots among the chairs and sofas. He could wait until all were settled before he picked his own.


PostPosted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:10 pm
by Quin
Derowen wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Four is lost. That's part of the problem." was all she said.

Though knew very differently.

She straightened up, placed the note on a side table and nodded to Quin.

"Debriefing shortly. Thank you. Go and get yourself cleaned up Quin love. Weevil blood might be all the rage, but it doesn't suit you in the least."

Quin nodded. "Yes Boss," he said. He wanted to know more about 4 and the mysterious John but he knew Wen wasn't ready to tell him.

"Thanks," he continued. "Thanks for taking back the sword, it was changing me, I know it was. I'm not a killer, although I've killed but it was always in self defence." Quin paused. "Never going to feel quite the same as I did before."

He left Wen before he said too much. Quin went back to the small room he used when he stayed at the Hub. He showered until he felt waterlogged. He had a small but comprehensive first aid kit and he dealt with the weevil bites himself. He didn't want to bother Nathan, the doctor looked worse than he did.

By the time that Wen's voice came over the comms he was feeling almost 100% again. Coffee sounded good but cake was even better, he was starving.

PostPosted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:16 pm
by Foxy
Grace sauntered over, collecting a mug of tea and a slice of cake from Brock and slumped into her chair. She took a bite of the cake.

"Brock - did you bake this yourself or get it from M&S, cos if its yours, I may have to have your children!"

She was faking cheeriness better than she deserved to. She pulled her feet up to the edge of the seat, scrunching up into a ball. Tea was refreshing, but what she needed was vodka and plenty of it. She'd screwed up - badly enough that she'd practically ended up begging Derowen to take the sword back, to lose herself to that thing again, to get them... to get her out of ****. What kind of bloody XO was she, doing that? How could she ever look Wen in the face again, knowing she'd forced her hand to that degree. She felt ashamed, but for now it was buried, deep down, she'd cry later, not here, not in front of everyone...

PostPosted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:22 pm
by Black Scar Ozzy
Fred had retired to his room briefly, to at least freshen up. He had taken a quick shower, and chanced into another brown suit when he heard Derowen’s voice over the comm. He strode out of his room, and down the brief flight of steps to the seating area. Grabbing a cup of tea, Fred sat down in one of the armchairs, and crossed his right leg over his left leg as he sipped his tea, and waited for Derowen to start.

PostPosted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:40 am
by Tavey
Derowen glanced at all of them and sat down in one of the deep leather chairs. She turned one of the nearby screens to face her, tapping an instruction on the surface.

Off to the right of them, a patch of wall slid to one side. Behind it, a flat screen moved forward with barely a shudder or noise. On it was a picture of a kite shaped piece of metal, four holes drilled into the centre of it, and some kind of symbol etched into the surface.

"That was the Eye, sixty years ago. What we saw today doesn't match what it did then. If anyone has any ideas, I would love to hear them."

TAG - the gang.

PostPosted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 8:34 am
by Tavey
There was silence. Derowen looked at them all while sipping her drink. Then shook her head slightly.

"Okay, no ideas. It's been a long few days. Here's what I think. I think Torchwood made a mistake. Whether the right host was available back then I don't know. Suppose none of us ever will know."

She flipped a switch showing footage of the misshappen shape that Theo had become and another unidentified person floating in a room that was on fire. The images were horrific, the more she showed.

If she was truthful, she would have to admit that she needed to validate the decision to break the piece into four and scatter them.

"This is what it did before. Not what we saw today. Today was... different. I have a feeling that there isn't much more to say about what happened at Eight. "

She paused. "Does anyone have any questions about Eight?"

TAG - All

PostPosted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 2:11 pm
by Black Scar Ozzy
Fred took in the footage calmly, and with a slight detachment. This all seemed far too technical for him to properly understand. If what was being shown to them was true, it was safe to say they took the right approach to separating the eye.

"Does anyone have any questions about Eight?"

Fred leaned forward in his chair.
“First, I hope that’s the last we see of eight.” Fred said, before taking a sip of tea. “Second, just what was Eights purpose?” Fred asked curious as to why Eight is the hell hole it is, and why Torchwood would scansion such a facility.

Tag - Derowen

PostPosted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 3:06 pm
by Foxy
She paused. "Does anyone have any questions about Eight?"

Fred leaned forward in his chair. “First, I hope that’s the last we see of eight. Second, just what was Eights purpose?”

"And Third," Grace chipped in, "what happened to their research notes? OK, what they did was horrible, but maybe we can still learn from it."

Nathan shot her a pointed look.

"Yes, I know," she countered. "It's Mengele, but at least if we make use of the knowledge, then their sacrifice means something. Isn't that better than dying for nothing at all?"

PostPosted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 8:32 pm
by Tavey
Derowen sipped her tea and considered the questions.

"Torchwood Eight was a mistake. We knew it was a mistake very quickly after it was opened. Unfortunately the director of the facility was in favour of experimentation as a means of getting information." She closed her eyes against the sudden memories of some of the methods he had used.

"His prefered manner of getting experimentation would be called torture now. There were some subject that it was extremely useful for mind you. Some that saved England, some the world. At least one the universe. It's why he was allowed to continue well into the sixites."

She opened her eyes again, and looked at each of them in turn. "But then there was the little boy. The one who Eric so kindly killed today. David his name was. Very bright. Very loving. Beautiful little lad. Alien. And Charles linked him into the database in order to use his brain as a master computer."

She swallowed. Her distress obvious to them all. "I got there too late. " Bowing her head, I will never forget the screams she thought, not wanting to share that with them.

Quin suddenly sharpened his gaze anyway.

"You need to know. I killed Charles. And I wasn't nice about it. Some things are not acceptable."

She finished her tea and smiled winningly at Fred to get a refill.

"I suspect that most of the files were lost with David. I hope so."

She stood up and walked over to the image on the wall.

"Torchwood has done some terrible things in the past. It's also done a hell of a lot of good as well. Don't let others tell you anything different. And by now, the sanitation team has been in and Eight is merely a set of empty tunnels and memories. It stays that way." It was less of a statement, and more of an order.

TAG - All.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 8:48 pm
by Quin
Quin shook his head. "What's past is done," he said. "Can't change it now. I think we should lay Torchwood 8 to rest and get on with our own concerns."

Quin found that he really didn't care if the work done at 8 was lost forever. He did wonder why Wen hadn't ended the experiment when she'd killed Charles. Maybe one day he'd ask her but not today.

PostPosted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:32 am
by Black Scar Ozzy
Fred got up, and took her empty cup from her, smiling warmly at her as he did so. It wasn’t just her words that were worrying, but her emotional state. Being trained as a lawyer, gave him a slight insight to those that lied, or tried to hide things from him. He refilled the cup, once happy that the tea was still hot, and handed the now steaming cup back to her.

“At least they were able to do some good, at some point.” Fred said quietly to her, before moving back to his chair. Fred knew you couldn’t justify evil, by the good that came from it, or could come from it. Yet knowing that good things had come out of Eight, was better living with the knowledge that it was a place of pure evil, that people had just turned a blind eye too.

PostPosted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:57 pm
by Tavey
"Oh yes, once. Once it was a place where new species were held until we could find somewhere for them to live. But then Charles took over. Then it changed. We all changed under Yvonne's rule."

She held up a hand, palm out, in a gesture of peace.
"I can't explain. Just that we lost our way. And that time is past, long past."

The team began to chat amongst themselves when it became apparent that she wasn't about to say anything else. Talkinf about the insane running around across the country they had done, and the things they had seen, experienced and felt.

Derowen considered the grainy picture of the transformed Juliette that was showing on the wall in front of them. She thought about all of the things she had gone through, and touched one of the wounds in her side ruefully.

It hurt. That was good. Hurting meant she was still alive. Still able to keep going another day.

Her eyes returned again and again to Juliette. Someone that they would find out later had been a simple secretary in a large firm. Someone who had happened to be born with the right set of genes. Ones with an added twist of something alien wrapped around them. A lost, lonely and angry girl, who had found herself in possession of such power that she transformed others into horrific sand and earth creatures in an effort to control her boyfriend.

"She really is beautiful." Derowen finally said into a moment of silence. "I wonder if we made such a mistake back then. Or if this was the right time after all."