Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Torchwood Ten, an organization dedictated to defending England against the future. Because the 21st Century is when it all changed.

Moderator: [Sim] Torchwood Ten - Hosts

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Quin » Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:12 pm

"Next one might not be as easy," Quin said. "People buy those little boxes and think that they're a good hiding place for the spare keys. They'd be better off keeping them round their necks. First place I look when I'm boosting a motor."
Quin - Torchwood 10
You got a problem with me? Good.
User avatar
Quin
Commodore
Commodore
 
Posts: 701
Joined: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:28 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby AJHoyt » Mon Jun 14, 2010 6:49 pm

That which is Gavin wrote:"No - it's fine, completely normal, well mostly. Nothing to be concerned with anyway." he said, glancing over his shoulder at Rubin.

Rubin nodded at the offworlder. "Roger dodger. Solid copy. Power consumption is normal...to a man plucked from some nth iteration of this world."

Rubin tried to remember where Gavin came from. His stomach flooded with the feeling of a thousand newly hatched butterflies. Instinctively, Rubin stopped thinking. He gazed around the little storeroom behind Esther's pantry trying to distract himself from himself.

Behind an ordinary gray tin recipe box, he glimpsed what looked like a highly art deco picture frame. It was made of a burnished silvery metal that had a pastel purple Forget-Me-Not cast to it. He pulled it out--and nearly dropped it in surprise.

The frame held a moving picture about the size of a large postcard of a statue of Eros on a 15 foot high, oxidized, octagonal pedestal. Behind it across a curved street, a building was fronted with huge advertisements for food, drink and electronic equipment.

"Piccadilly Circus!" Rubin exclaimed. "Live! But...." He frowned. The picture had a slight reddish cast to it. "Not exactly in living color, though...."

He peered at the slivery-lavendar frame with many little inlaid bumps and depressions. As he turned the frame more parallel to the floor, the picture changed to a dark vaulted tunnel gloomily lit. Tiles made a faint grid. There was a long platform with benches in front of a wide trench, its depth lost in blackness.

He blinked at the scene a couple of times. It looked familiar. Like a dimly lit subway tunnel.

A figure shuffled out of the shadows. In the gloom its features were hard to make out. Clad in dirty overalls, it had an outsized head. It plopped its butt down heavily on an empty bench and clawed at its chest idly. It yawned showing a mouth serrated with sharp teeth and four pronounced fangs.

Rubin jolted with recognition. He was looking at the abandoned Underground tube that ran next to the Hub. He gasped, "A Weevil! Out of its cage at the Hub!"

He lowered the frame to stare at Gavin who was staring back at him.

Rubin brought the frame back up. "What else is loose?" As he moved the frame up and down, Piccadilly Circus and its surroundings climbed and banked and wobbled left and right like he was looking at the area through a portable hole.

"This is a kind of imager. Set to peer at things around the Hub it looks like." He steadied the frame which happened to be pointing passed Gavin out the door of the pantry. The picture in the frame showed a huge, floating pointed shape with tentacles coiling and uncoiling. It was chasing after a Bobby on a bicycle.

Rubin was about to shout passed Gavin when he caught a closer look at the fleeing Bobby. The man's face was bleeding and scored with long scratches. The peace officer was waving one arm in big frantic swings at the empty air around him.

"Stop what you're doing. Find flour and lots of it," Rubin said earnestly to Gavin. "We'll need it more than ammo if we're fighting the Yex."

Rubin took a breath and yelled, "Wen! Brock! Mama Squid is loose and topside. She's hunting. We got Yex and Weevils loose too! We gotta go!"

> Tag all
Rubin Hart - former Torchwood One field operative - now in service, Torchwood Ten
AJ Hoyt - Security, B5: Trinidad Station
Charles Cog - Astrophysicist - SG7

"What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down." – Mary Pickford
User avatar
AJHoyt
Commodore
Commodore
 
Posts: 605
Joined: Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:59 am
Location: USA

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Foxy » Tue Jun 15, 2010 2:33 pm

Derowen headed into one of the two bedrooms, sitting on the edge of a bed. She began to unlace her boots, grimacing at the sight of her clothes. When Grace came in she indicated for the door to be closed.
"We've got one **** of a mess on our hands. Harkness messed up. The Government doesn't want Torchwood anymore, but they need us." she said without preamble, thankful that their friendship was strong enough that she didn't need to sugarcoat.
"Sod the Government," Grace replied, leaning on the door. "Last time I read the charter, we're here til Big Liz tells us otherwise. Haven't seen an e-mail from her..." she grinned at the thought. She'd heard that the Queen had an internet presence, but presumed it was a tech-savvy Lady in Waiting who actually drove the gubbins.

She moved to sit beside Derowen. "So... want me to check out the CCTV round Piccadilly? Reckon they'd have mentioned if it was a steaming hole in the ground. Daily Mail wouldn't have missed an opportunity to blame it on asylum seekers..."

Derowen dropped her boots on the floor and wriggled her toes in relief. She fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Might be a plan to check the CCTV." she agreed. "I'm almost afraid to put on the telly to see what the news has to say. Though six months later, department 51 has had plenty of time to spin it."

She rubbed her face. Tired, so very tired. And knowing there was so much to do before she got to go to sleep.

"The Queen is the only one who can revoke Torchwood. And even then she would have to jump through some pretty interesting hoops to do so." She finally said. "I suppose I had better call The Palace and find out what our orders are. You got any ideas?"

"Keep calm and drink gin?" Grace quipped, thinking of a spin on the old wartime posters, although they were both to exhausted to laugh. "OK, we get as much intel as we can on the area - make sure we have a home to go to. Then check out the route between here and there, keep the incidents to a minimum. Once we're home, we can start tidying up. Check in with our contacts, see who's still there and what state they're in. Regroup, rebuild, lots of other great stuff starting with re..."

"Wen, Brock!.. " Rubin's voice floated up the stairs. Mama Squid is loose and topside. She's hunting. We got Yex and Weevils loose too! We gotta go!"

"Recapture?" Wen added wryly. "And I was just about to have a shower too. No, wait.. it's hours until Piccadilly. I still have time for a shower before we go."

She closed her eyes and thought for a moment. "Sounds like they've got some kind of live feed. Off the top of my head, I would say that making sure any vehicles we use are not going to get us stopped. Might want to alert local bobbies to the fact that we must not be stopped."

Her eyes opened. "He did say Mama Squidly didn't he?"

Grace nodded, "And Yex. I hate them - death by a thousand papercuts. Wonder if we can pick up a suit of armour en route..." and with that she tossed Derowen a grim grin and headed back downstairs.

"Gavin," she greeted parallel universe guy. "They got something called Open Source where you come from?" She beckoned him over to the doorway. "While they're sorting out our transport, I think you might want to make friends with Google Android and if you take to that, maybe a couple of nifty apps..."

TAG - Gavin


OOC - this jp was brought to you by Derowen, Grace and the number fnarg.
Image

Thanks, Azaria!
User avatar
Foxy
Fleet Admiral
Fleet Admiral
 
Posts: 3363
Joined: Thu Mar 04, 2004 4:10 am
Location: UK

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Gavin » Thu Jun 17, 2010 2:30 am

Gavin rolled his eyes slightly at Rubin's rather unusual response to his analysis. He waited a moment, exhaled and looked back at the man once more.

"Trust me mate - aside from a few dips at random intervals, the grid's integrity seems to be holding up well, all things considered." he replied in a steady tone.

Tag: Rubin

He watched Rubin as he fumbled with some sort of surveillance equipment and both brows raised, indicating his surprise when the other man began to rant about weevils and something he called a yex. Gavin didn't have much of an idea about what was going on now, but he did recognize an air of concern and perhaps a small dose of fear when it was before him. Whatever was going on near this lot's base of operations, he was certain that it didn't bode well.

Gavin's attention was quickly snatched away by the arrival of one of the women of the group, in this case the one he knew as the boss lady's right hand, Grace. He gave her a quick once over with his eyes from foot to head in order to ingrain her appearance in his mind, lingering on her curves a bit longer than perhaps he should. He nodded in understanding when she had finished speaking.

"Don't worry, I'll plot us a right proper route. Shouldn't be too difficult to divert any law enforcement from our path, and if I'm really on my game I might even be able to ensure that every traffic signal is green." he said in response, winking as he finished.

Tag: Grace
Gavin Morgan
Computer Specialist - Torchwood Ten
User avatar
Gavin
Cadet 4th Year
Cadet 4th Year
 
Posts: 54
Joined: Fri Sep 11, 2009 7:29 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten Hub

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Tavey » Thu Jun 17, 2010 11:21 pm

Derowen stripped quickly. She hunted for something she could wear,finally settling on a simple shift style dress she found in a wardrobe.

Heading into the bathroom, she turned on the water and got the shower working. She stepped into the warm water, letting it sluice dirt, blood and associated aches down the drain. With an almost catlike purr rumbling, she washed her hair. Then rested her hands against the tiles and let the water flow down her spine.

After the shower, she got dressed and headed downstairs to get updates on progress.

TAG all
Image

"Oh Bother." Said The Borg. "We've assimilated Pooh."
User avatar
Tavey
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2891
Joined: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:31 pm
Location: Middle of some mountains. Canada.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby KendleRJ » Fri Jun 18, 2010 12:21 am

"No rest for the wicked," said Punkin. Under her breath she thought. There was a call for weapons for sale up in the rafters... apparently Rift Chick was making her mission request a crack at a lucrative business proposition. Leaning over she called up the stairs, "Oy, you up there! If you've got weapons, bring 'em on down. That's what you were sent up there to find. And any negotiations would have to go through Brock and Wen. So be a love and haul them down here, will you?"

After all, they were very pressed for time, and needed to go. Apparently, by all measurements of time and space, approximately now. Perhaps before now, when she thought now instead of imagining the consequences of saying now, but still... now. It wasn't as though she had a lot to carry. And it wasn't as though there was a lot of extra baggage.

A couple of extra containers of preserves and the like might not make or break their lives, but it certainly would make HER feel a little more grounded. She looked for a bag or something to put the few meagre things in, but she felt better. And flour. "Here, I have a bag," she said to the room at large. "We want to take flour with us, certainly, put it in here."

Fighting the Yex that she got to see underground in the Hub. What were they going to do with the blessed things? Coat them in it, roll them in egg and deep fry them? What the hell would flour do against a bunch of creatures that had to be kept under lock and key and behind glass? And how the hell did they get out?

Instead of asking questions, Punkin held open the bag. "Over 'ere," she said and waited. Someone was sure to add to her little stash...

~Tag Everyone within ear shot

** OOC - These questions and more will be answered on the next episode of Soap... Cue music! **

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood Ten Operative
And Carrier of Foodstuffs and innocuous weapons
USS Legacy
Ensign Navkiran Khangura - Engineering
_______________________________________________________________________________________________

Image
The All-Father wove the skein of your life a long time ago. Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won't live one instant longer. Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing. - The 13th Warrior
User avatar
KendleRJ
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2260
Joined: Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:10 pm
Location: Um... *looking around* Here?

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Tavey » Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:41 pm

"Yex?" Derowen asked as she sat down at the table and examined what food was left. "Mama Squidly as well?" She buttered a slice of cold toast. "Cell level two opens up into the tube. The internal security down there must have failed."

She ate the slice, her eyes staring into the distance. Once done, she looked for something to drink, eventually picking up a cup and staring into it mournfully. "Coffee?" She asked, waggling the cup hopefully in the general direction of the kitchen.

"Okay, okay. I give in. Let's plan. Once the boys get back with something that's got fuel, we'll need to get moving. The faster we get back to The Hub the faster we can take care of business. Have to go in through the old entrance under the Hotel. It's the only way through the lockdown security. I'll go in first. Calm Anteros down. Then we go in full bore with the flour and something to lure Mama back into her cell."

She looked over to Rubin. "Any sign of baby squidly?"

TAG - Rubin.

Nodding thoughtfully, she continued. "The Yex come from a place where it's in their best interest to be able to phase out of sight. They've got the worst case of wheat allergy I've ever seen. Plus it's got the benefit of making them visible. They are vicious. Claws the length of.. something very long and sharp and pointy."

She selected another slice of toast. "Clean yourselves up. Make ready. Gavin? Underneath the third panel from the left hand monitor should be a drawer. Inside that drawer should be a grey metal box. Bring it to me please. I'll get your ID sorted out now."

TAG Gavin.
TAG everyone else.
Image

"Oh Bother." Said The Borg. "We've assimilated Pooh."
User avatar
Tavey
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2891
Joined: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:31 pm
Location: Middle of some mountains. Canada.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby SLAJaime » Tue Jun 22, 2010 5:02 pm

Camron bought the crate down the stairs And drooped it onto the the floor in the middle of the front room " did you lot ask for some guns ? maybe I miss heard I'll go sell theses she joked"
If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

]
SLA's very own insane Blonde
SLAJaime
Lieutenant
Lieutenant
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Thu Feb 12, 2009 5:27 pm

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Foxy » Sun Jun 27, 2010 2:32 pm

"We want to take flour with us, certainly, put it in here."

"Flour bombs?" Grace grinned at Punkin. "Now, that takes me back to sixth form..."

Camron dropped a crate on the floor in the middle of the room. "Did you lot ask for some guns? Maybe I misheard, I'll go sell these..."

"Whoa," she had Grace's attention now. "What have we got in there..? Anyone got a crowbar?"

TAG - anyone?

As the crate spilled open, Grace began to chuckle. "Oh God, it's a good thing no one ever tried to burgle Penny. She could have taken them out and left no evidence at all with this lot... actually," she turned one futuristic-looking pistol round to check out the power level remaining, "maybe she already did...
Image

Thanks, Azaria!
User avatar
Foxy
Fleet Admiral
Fleet Admiral
 
Posts: 3363
Joined: Thu Mar 04, 2004 4:10 am
Location: UK

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Quin » Sun Jun 27, 2010 3:08 pm

Quin drove round the not very big village until he came across a second vehicle worthy of his 'taking without consent' skills. This one was once again large and also shiny but not black. It was a shade that was probably described as bronze but Quin decided it was more like a rusty orange. It wasn't ideal but he reckoned that if it was driven through a few large puddles the brightness would be toned down a little.

This one wasn't as easy to break into either and the interior looked like a kindergarten rubbish dump. Crisp packets vied with juice cartons and sweet wrappers for dominance. Beggars could not be choosers and it was the only other vehicle they'd come across that would be large enough for their extended group. He'd let Fred drive this one.

Quin walked slowly round the 4 x 4 before working his magic on the passenger side door, he flipped down the visor over the driver's seat and sure enough keys fell into his hands. Gotta love country folk even if you hated the environment they lived in.

He walked over to the black SUV and held out the keys. "That one's yours Fred," he said with a disarming smile. "You might want to find a couple of nice muddy puddles on the way back to Penny's."
Quin - Torchwood 10
You got a problem with me? Good.
User avatar
Quin
Commodore
Commodore
 
Posts: 701
Joined: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:28 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby KendleRJ » Sun Jun 27, 2010 11:39 pm

Punkin Thomas wasn't sure that she liked the implication about large creatures wandering about free while bakers the world over would be safe. Flour. Against the creatures she had seen below with Rubin the first time she had... she had... Well, she had tested how much she could feel. Used as a human geiger counter of sorts.

And nope, she didn't have a crowbar handy. It just didn't seem to fit anywhere nicely and so ruined the line of her trousers, so she shook her head no, but watched the weapon spillage with some sense of dread and awe intermingled with a sense of adventure. Oh, either she was sick, or she was actually beginning to enjoy this.

Although her sensitivity was dulled and not overwhelming, it wasn't removed completely. And something was wrong... with someone close. Off. Strange. Distracted. Out of character.

Scanning the faces, she measured each one briefly, and tried to determine which one it might be. It should have been clear; after their closeness and all, but she dismissed that possibility as too obvious and smiled at Rubin disarmingly. But what tipped her off that she should listen to her instincts was the look he gave her back. Like she wasn't there. Or completely transparent. "Rubin!" she whispered at him to bring him back to himself. "Are you all right?" The words were mouthed for no one else's ears.

~Tag Rubin

With weapons from the box and the pantry, apparently, all they needed was a means to get the hell OUT of Weston Patrick...

~Tag Woodies in the HOWSE and out of it...

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood Ten Operative
And apparent keeper of the flour
USS Legacy
Ensign Navkiran Khangura - Engineering
_______________________________________________________________________________________________

Image
The All-Father wove the skein of your life a long time ago. Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won't live one instant longer. Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing. - The 13th Warrior
User avatar
KendleRJ
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2260
Joined: Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:10 pm
Location: Um... *looking around* Here?

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby SLAJaime » Tue Jun 29, 2010 6:20 am

Camron took out a normal looking hand gun and pu tin her battered and stained holster on her leg and turned heading for the front door the pass she had sneaked away and inside her back pocket was safe for now she figured " I have some things to check on she said looking at the broken Hopper on her wrist some parts to find you might say " She opened the door to head out pausing for a moment and thinking about giving them the pass as she had no real use for it other than it was there and away into to a base with weapons.
She did still have her own mission on her mind plus she could do a lot more then use the rift key to help her time line
If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

]
SLA's very own insane Blonde
SLAJaime
Lieutenant
Lieutenant
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Thu Feb 12, 2009 5:27 pm

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Tavey » Wed Jun 30, 2010 11:30 am

A few moments later, Quin and Fred arrived complete with vehicles. Wen grinned at the sight of the copper coloured SUV that pulled up. She took note of the licence plates and headed towards Penny's hidden computer.

She shooed away anyone sitting at the console, stealing the first chair that came available.

"Right, first off, we hide the theft." she murmured. Her fingers flew across the screen and keyboard, tendrils from the ever present entity following her every move as if it were greeting an old friend. "Involuntary aquisition, take this lovely piece of paper to the local dealership and get a nice new car, courtesy of Her Majestys Ministry of Defence."

Done.

"Gavin.. gavin.. What is your last name please?" she asked the new chap who had arrived with them from Torchwood Four.

TAG - Gavin.

Within short order she had created an id for him that would get him through most inspections. If anyone wanted to dig deeply into his past, they'd find a big blank space, but it would do for now, so that he could get himself sorted out. She also created a Torchwood ID as well.

Then methodically, she began the process of reactivating Torchwood Ten. On the strange mirror like creation Rubin was holding, lights began to turn on in the Hub. Almost immediately a storm of paperwork swirled into view as Anteros reacted. Wen frowned.

"Someone remind me that I need to go into the Hub first." she said, suddenly realising that without Nathan, she was about the only one who could keep the strange child calm. And that reminded her of other obligations.

"On the way, we'll be stopping at one of the RAF bases to drop off Nathan and Nigel. They'll be taken care of from there."

It took about an hour in total before they were ready. Wen nodded in satisfaction as the team climbed into the vehicles and strapped in. It was tight. Not that after the last few days for them were anything but.

"Three hours or so and we will be back at the Hub. Let's go."

TAG - all

((OOC - we'll be heading into the next episode shortly, so finish up anything you've got happening here.. next stop.... the Hub, with Anteros, Mama Squidly and the Yex on the loose..))
Image

"Oh Bother." Said The Borg. "We've assimilated Pooh."
User avatar
Tavey
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2891
Joined: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:31 pm
Location: Middle of some mountains. Canada.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Gavin » Thu Jul 01, 2010 8:15 pm

Gavin had appropriated himself the laptop he had first found the cryptic email displayed upon earlier and had begun a systematic search of the official and unofficial news feeds he could pull from memory. A modified search algorithm he wrote himself began to probe the far corners of cyberspace, and again began to show returns, one of which in particular caught the man's eye.

"Hang on, this might be of interest - popped up on Sphere Guide less than twenty four hours ago." the dark haired man announced.

Tag: All

He waited for a set of eyes, any set of eyes that are not his own to fall back upon the screen, then starts the video playback. The footage appears to be shot from a mobile, the lighting isn't fantastic, and the hand is unsteady - but the picture is just clear enough to make out two individuals, a man and perhaps his son or younger brother, struggling against an array of tentacle-like structures emerging from a tube station. The victims soon lose their fight and are dragged out of the frame, and at that moment the device strikes the pavement which abruptly brings the video to an end.

"This stuff has hit the web, and has already started to go viral - cleaning it up isn't going to be easy." he said to no one in particular.

Tag: All

Gavin then turned his attention to Derowen, and smiled apologetically. He got to his feet and walked towards where the boss lady herself was seated. He peered over her shoulder and watched her work.

"Right, ID - sorry, I can get caught up in my work at times. Last name is Morgan." he responded.

Tag: Derowen
Gavin Morgan
Computer Specialist - Torchwood Ten
User avatar
Gavin
Cadet 4th Year
Cadet 4th Year
 
Posts: 54
Joined: Fri Sep 11, 2009 7:29 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten Hub

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Quin » Fri Jul 02, 2010 5:29 am

This stuff has hit the web, and has already started to go viral - cleaning it up isn't going to be easy." he said to no one in particular.

"Been there before," Quin said. "I believe the last time it was a leaked trailer for a new TV show about an intrepid group of alien fighters." He smiled at Gavin. "Either that or an advert for a sushi restaurant."

He also knew that weevils were about and the Yex, the area between Quin's shoulder blades always itched when weevils were about. He shivered involuntarily. Change the subject. He held up a set of keys.

"Who wants to drive the copper coloured beast?" He asked. "Fred has first claim."
Quin - Torchwood 10
You got a problem with me? Good.
User avatar
Quin
Commodore
Commodore
 
Posts: 701
Joined: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:28 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Fri Jul 02, 2010 4:06 pm

Fred grabbed the dangled keys from Quin's hand.
"I'll need them to drive through muddy puddles," Fred said sarcastically, before flashing a grin at Quin. "Think they'll mind if I roll it across a muddy field?" Fred chuckled to himself.

Tag - Quin

He made his way back over to the copper coloured SUV, and climbed into the drivers seat. He hoped Derowen would ride with him, but would be content as long as Punkin didn't get into his copper coloured SUV. Fred rubbed his chin absently as he wondered how to get Quin back.

Tag - all
When you stare into the depths of space, all your see is infinity staring back at you, letting you know, just how insignificant you really are.

Image
Where would we be without Kuruma..?

Active
- Fred BJ Black (Torchwood Ten)
- "Black Scar" (Dragon Squadron, FL)

Forgotten
- Leiutenant Commander Kurayami Sennai / SW-142
- Black / Kageashi / SW-193
User avatar
Black Scar Ozzy
Vice Admiral
Vice Admiral
 
Posts: 1790
Joined: Wed Dec 10, 2003 7:02 am
Location: England

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Quin » Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:18 pm

Fred grabbed the dangled keys from Quin's hand.
"I'll need them to drive through muddy puddles," Fred said sarcastically, before flashing a grin at Quin. "Think they'll mind if I roll it across a muddy field?" Fred chuckled to himself.

"So long as you don't hit any of those big things that eat grass and go moo," Quin replied. "I think they call them cows. Legend has it that you get milk from them but I'd rather not think too closely about how it's done."

He looked round at the rest of the team. "Wanna ride shotgun Grace?" He asked. "Just like Brynner and MacQueen in the Magnificent 7, except I'm the pretty blond one."


Tag Grace for the put down.
Quin - Torchwood 10
You got a problem with me? Good.
User avatar
Quin
Commodore
Commodore
 
Posts: 701
Joined: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:28 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby AJHoyt » Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:21 am

Rubin stood between the dark SUV and the Coppertone one, extemporizing, vaguely aware of Quin flirting with Grace.

He had two pistols jammed into his belt from Camron's timely discovery of Penny's crated cache; a military .45, primitive, blunt and L-shaped like a piece of meteoric slag beaten into a crude weapon by rock-wielding troglodytes ; and a sleeker M9 pistol with a 15 round magazine.

The crate held no holsters. He guessed, with respect, that Ester had understood in the middle of a prolonged, close quarter battle with encroaching aliens the tactical need to break out a fresh crate of wuppass. He realized he'd vastly underestimated this sweet little old lady's savvy about such desperate times. He regretted she was gone.

He held out, two-handed, the alien viewer so he could see what was happening near the Hub, some 3 hour drive away. Baby Squidly, he guessed, had just dined on two men who appeared to be foolishly shortcutting across the police cordon around the towering statue of Eros—which also sat above the Hub.

"We've got civilians dying down there," he said loudly. "Let's roll!"

Without really choosing, Rubin chose the copper colored SUV. Climbing into the spacious back seat, he swept the clutter of kiddie stuff onto the floor. His right hand came away covered in sugar coated, festive red, white and blue cereal Os. He shook his hand peevishly, but the cereal adhered stubbornly to his sweat.

He decided the better part of valor forced him to ignore such indignities. He brought the viewer up again. He watched a Bobby, a sturdy, athletic looking woman this time, bicycling fast in a circle around Eros, her cap gone, her square face scratched and bleeding in long straight lines as she grimly punched one-handed with a meaty fist at things both invisible and of slight weight. Mama Squidly pursued close behind her, but the Bobby pedaled just a little faster than the tentacled menace could float. Rubin's eyebrows rose.

He called out loudly, "It looks like the local constabulary is running Mama Squidly in a continuous circle. They're taking turns. Keeping her occupied. It has the look of...of a delaying tactic. I think they are waiting for us."

> Tag all (let's load up and put the pedal to the metal!)
Rubin Hart - former Torchwood One field operative - now in service, Torchwood Ten
AJ Hoyt - Security, B5: Trinidad Station
Charles Cog - Astrophysicist - SG7

"What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down." – Mary Pickford
User avatar
AJHoyt
Commodore
Commodore
 
Posts: 605
Joined: Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:59 am
Location: USA

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby KendleRJ » Mon Jul 05, 2010 7:49 am

Hauling the sack over her shoulder, Punkin Thomas was just about ready to head out with the rest of them. A weapon from the stash, some extra flour she managed to scrounge up and a small knick knack as a memory from Esther Pennyfeather's home. Much better than the indelibly etched vision of her head being detached from her body and rolling towards her feet. That rounded out her specially packed bag as she strode out to the vehicles.

Between the black, sleek SUV, and the rather metallic looking one, Punkin measured up a few things and slid her bum into the back seat of Quin's ride. Seemed a bit cluttered and unwelcoming over there with WDYDD Fred and distant Rubin in the midst of family central. It seemed that the trip to Camelot aka Torchwood IV was a bit more impactful all round. As she looked into the empty sky and took in the emptiness of the streets, it seemed that grave things had been happening in more than one dimension.

And from what Rubin had said before heading outside to hop into the vehicle, it wasn't over yet.

Punkin cradled the weapon and weighed it against the flour. Both served their purpose. And both would probably be used up before this was over. She might have been looking forward to London, but not for this kind of scavenger hunt.

~Tag Everybody

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood Ten Operative
USS Legacy
Ensign Navkiran Khangura - Engineering
_______________________________________________________________________________________________

Image
The All-Father wove the skein of your life a long time ago. Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won't live one instant longer. Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing. - The 13th Warrior
User avatar
KendleRJ
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2260
Joined: Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:10 pm
Location: Um... *looking around* Here?

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Gavin » Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:52 am

Gavin had completely ignored the crate of firearms, having had virtually no training in how to use a weapon of this kind, he surmised that he may do more harm than good if he had procured one for himself. Instead he raided the kitchen cupboards and procured himself a set of ceramic cooking knives which he tucked beneath his leather overcoat. He assisted the others in loading the supplies into the two SUVs, then considered his options carefully. The choice between the two SUVs was a simple one, however, as Gavin was a fan of black which was plainly evident to any observer since much of the man's personal attire was black. He swiftly climbed into the back seat of the vehicle, secured the safety belt across his body since he had no proof whatsoever to the adequacy of Quin's driving skills, but based on what he knew of the man's personality, caution was certainly prudent. He set the appropriated notebook PC across his lap and powered it on, ready to work his magic whenever necessary to ensure that their trip into London was as smooth, and swift as possible. He permitted himself a small smirk when he noticed the strong, stable internet connection that had been established through the orbiting satellite network. Hacking directly into Archangel had been no easy task, though at least the laptop's OS seemed to have the appropriate protocols already installed.

"I'm ready when you are." he said, peering towards the driver's seat.
Gavin Morgan
Computer Specialist - Torchwood Ten
User avatar
Gavin
Cadet 4th Year
Cadet 4th Year
 
Posts: 54
Joined: Fri Sep 11, 2009 7:29 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten Hub

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Tavey » Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:43 am

Once everyone was in various vehicles and ready to go, Derowen made sure to lock the door to Esther Pennyfeathers little cottage and climbed into the passenger seat beside Fred. She had noted that the majority of the group had headed for the black SUV. It made her chuckle, until she realised that the interior of the copper coloured one was filled with kids toys.

"Doesn't anyone ever tidy up anymore?" she complained. "Let's go. Straight to the Trocadero."

They had made sure that there was one cellphone in each vehicle before setting off, so that they could stay in contact. Three hours was a long enough time to get into trouble without being able to call in backup.

"I want my own car." muttered Derowen. "Or one of ours with the proper equipment in it."

Calling the other SUV, she quickly detailed what route she wanted them to take, and where they should stop in London so that she could begin to open the Hub.

TAG - all

(OOC - Three hours until we reach the hub... )
Image

"Oh Bother." Said The Borg. "We've assimilated Pooh."
User avatar
Tavey
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2891
Joined: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:31 pm
Location: Middle of some mountains. Canada.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Foxy » Tue Jul 06, 2010 3:46 pm

He looked round at the rest of the team. "Wanna ride shotgun Grace?" He asked. "Just like Brynner and MacQueen in the Magnificent 7, except I'm the pretty blond one."

Grace scowled at him, but as she did so couldn't help thinking there was maybe a passing resemblance to Steve MacQueen in Quin...

"In that case - shall we dance?" she nodded toward the vehicle.

It was weak as returns go. Damn weak. It was a sign she was dog tired and she knew it. Hopefully someone had cooked up a thermos of black coffee she could swig on the way back - last thing she needed was to nod off in the car, partly for fear of waking up screaming and partly for fear of making Quin think she trusted his driving that much...
Image

Thanks, Azaria!
User avatar
Foxy
Fleet Admiral
Fleet Admiral
 
Posts: 3363
Joined: Thu Mar 04, 2004 4:10 am
Location: UK

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Quin » Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:44 pm

Quin tipped an imaginary hat to Grace, she looked exhausted, that she hadn't come back to him with a put down said a lot about how she must be feeling. He climbed into the driver's seat and looked round at his passengers. "Belt up everybody," he said.

Gavin already had his seat belt on and Quin smirked. If they hadn't been in such a hurry to get back to London he could have had a little fun with the newbie. If there was one thing that Quin was good at it was driving. He almost became one with the vehicle. He put the car into first and pulled away smoothly. Wen's instructions puzzled him a little, the route she'd given him wasn't the most direct but she must have her reasons for choosing it and Quin wasn't going to argue.

He accelerated, going up through the gears. Quin gave a small shiver of anticipation, whatever was waiting for them back at the Hub they were going home.

Grace was very quiet in the seat next to him and he glanced at her profile. "Something's up with you Grace," Quin said softly. "When this is over you and me are going to have a talk."
Quin - Torchwood 10
You got a problem with me? Good.
User avatar
Quin
Commodore
Commodore
 
Posts: 701
Joined: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:28 pm
Location: Torchwood Ten

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby KendleRJ » Mon Jul 12, 2010 5:15 pm

Punkin was quiet, watching the countryside go by, and rather confused at the amount of clean up going on everywhere. It was fair sailing, and that seemed a little unlikely to be so, but no planes in the sky, few cars on the road... Now it was a mental toss up between fighting the BBW, or trying to cope with whatever they missed here.

She thought about calling it 'back home', but somehow, with the jarring changes that took place, it might take her a few days of adjustment to consider it that again. She was confused about what she missed and instead turned to her companion in the back seat of the Black SUV.

"Gavin, right?" she began and held out her hand once more. "Now that you're up and about, I can formally introduce myself, and you can look me in the eye without the whole naked cold thing..." Her violet eyes twinkled a bit with humour, meant to make him comfortable, and then said, with an open expression on her face, "I'm Punkin Thomas. Formerly of Tintagel, and now residing in London, England." After a beat, as she hadn't really gotten the hang of things, she added, "Earth."

Continuing to flash that smile, she said, "And you?"

~Tag Gavin

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood 10 Operative
USS Legacy
Ensign Navkiran Khangura - Engineering
_______________________________________________________________________________________________

Image
The All-Father wove the skein of your life a long time ago. Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won't live one instant longer. Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing. - The 13th Warrior
User avatar
KendleRJ
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2260
Joined: Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:10 pm
Location: Um... *looking around* Here?

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

Postby Tavey » Mon Jul 12, 2010 8:39 pm

Two hours into the journey, the cars pulled over to get fuel and stretch legs. Derowen paced as they got all the consumables they needed to make it the rest of the way to London. She wanted her own vehicles back again. The ones that went for a long time on one tank of gas and had everything she would need in the back of them to get the team through all that they could.

Incidentally, she'd made good use of her cellphone while on the road. The Torchwood Team was met at the petrol station by two armoured ambulances. All of the injured and not-talking or responding were loaded into the back of them by efficient and silent men.

Derowen touched Nathan's cheek gently, hoping that he would return to them soon.

Once the ambulances had gone she nodded to the rest.

"Well, at least we know our authority hasn't been changed." Smiling slightly, she added to Gavin, "Not many people have the same kind of security clearance we do. Let's get going and get home."

TAG
Image

"Oh Bother." Said The Borg. "We've assimilated Pooh."
User avatar
Tavey
Admiral
Admiral
 
Posts: 2891
Joined: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:31 pm
Location: Middle of some mountains. Canada.

PreviousNext

Return to TW10 Previous Episodes

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 1 guest


cron