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Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:05 am
by SLAJaime
ooking at Grace once more and ignoring Wish He Might Drop-Dead Fred, she asked again, "So, who is this Harkness fella, and how does Wen know him? And really, most important, should we be worried?"


Camron's eyes light up at the sound of the name Harkness Her head spinning around almost like the child out of the exorcist to half look over at Punkin and Grace from where she was She said nothing but Got to thinking to her self Hmmm so he is real I wonder if what thy used to say about him is true ." He Is the leader of Torchwood three I do believe " she said in a loud voice

Tag PUnkin And Grace if y our in ear shot of Camron's big mouth

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun May 23, 2010 2:13 pm
by Foxy
"Who is Harkness? " asked Punkin.

"He Is the leader of Torchwood three I do believe," Camron said in a loud voice.

"Was..." Grace corrected. "At the start of that week, their base was blown to smithereens. Looks like Harkness survived it, though his daughter probably wishes he hadn't..."

"Well, whoever the bastard is, he killed his grandson, didn't he? Steven, Melissa wrote. Sacrificed, and now Wen..." It was like a switch went off in her head. "Oh, Grace... Wen read that. Where the hell IS she?"

Grace's mind raced. Wen had already had a tough time over the whole Merlin/Morgan business and the tragic loss of Penny, let alone coming home to this news. She knew they needed to find her - fast - that and she needed her hip flask back.

"Fresh air or cool off - garden or bathroom... You two take that one," she gestured to Camron and Fred, "Punkin and I'll take the other."

TAG - whoever posts first gets the bathroom!

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun May 23, 2010 2:34 pm
by Gavin
Gavin peered quizzically at Rubin for a few moments. Had it really been fifteen minutes? It seemed more like fifteen seconds - then again he had been absorbed in his work. The device was ready for testing now though, and a quick jab from a fine-pointed tool initiated the reboot sequence. The dark-haired man always agonized over his work, he was a tad bit of a perfectionist, well to be fair it was more than just a bit - then his eyes lit up with satisfaction as the display of the device lit up and the signal strength was strong and stable.

"I think I'm - yep, I'm up." he said, smirking and rolling his eyes upward slightly in response to Grace's and Quin's comments.

The mixing aromas of recently cooked food wafted his way causing Gavin's stomach to spasm and release a torrent of digestive juices and he simply pocketed the device. It was only now that the man remembered that he hadn't the foggiest idea how long it had been since his last meal - it could have been days, or perhaps even weeks. Merlin hadn't told him how long he had been under for. He returned the tools to the appropriate slots and pocketed them for the time being, he'd see to returning them later unless Grace requested to have them back before then.

After the meal Gavin helped clear the table and then set to finding the loo. While on this small trek, Gavin observed some of the others scrambling off in pairs, away from an accessible laptop. He waited a moment until the others had cleared out, then took a moment to read what was displayed. The name Harkness was unfamiliar, though he gathered that the man had a connection to this Torchwood organization he had heard the group speak of now and then, perhaps a colleague. Deciding that this information was significant, Gavin attuned his Palm device into the laptop's wireless signal, backtracked in through an open port, located the file in active memory and downloaded a copy for safekeeping. He then set to continuing his original search.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun May 23, 2010 6:55 pm
by Quin
Grace's mind raced. Wen had already had a tough time over the whole Merlin/Morgan business and the tragic loss of Penny, let alone coming home to this news. She knew they needed to find her - fast - that and she needed her hip flask back.

"Fresh air or cool off - garden or bathroom... You two take that one," she gestured to Camron and Fred, "Punkin and I'll take the other."

Quin carefully put down the tray he was carrying. He could feel the fragment of sword in his arm, Wen was in a bad way emotionally and he knew that the pain he was feeling was nowhere near as bad as what she was experiencing.

Unfortunately the Sword wasn't telling him where she was.

"You're not going without me," he snapped at Grace. I'll go with you and Punkin."

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun May 23, 2010 8:15 pm
by KendleRJ
Punkin Thomas had to think. Neither fresh air, nor cooling off would make sense to her since Derowen MacFie, when she felt the need to blow off some steam, express her anger or build that wall, would leave. Presumably, she came here to Torchwood.

Exchanging a look with Grace and Quin, she shrugged. She had no concept of where Wen might have gone in the aftermath of such a discovery, on top of everything else. Punkin only knew where SHE might go, and that would be to hunt the bastard down. Fresh air wouldn't help, but a sit down and think before action might be a better choice. "She couldn't have left... we have no transportation, do we?"

That was a hope. To look inside of the house. "Head up the stairs; let's take the bathroom. I know after that little tidbit, I would have to take care of a few of my particulars." She didn't say that she would need to feel more human; after all, how could anyone confuse Wen with being human when she had lived so very long already? But Punkin remembered their time together, the happiness and the rather twisted memories of humorous decadence; the laughter and the love, and the compassion. It didn't matter what her friend was, only that she was her friend.

And damn it all, she needed them. Even WHWDD Fred.

Although secretly, she hoped that her group found Wen first.

~Tag Grace / Quin and Anyone Else

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood 10 Operative

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Mon May 24, 2010 8:08 pm
by AJHoyt
Tavey wrote:A Tavey / AJ JP

Esther Pennyfeather’s house. Her house. Brock had functioned well right up until he'd entered the house and wasn't needed as much anymore. Aimless now that he had no direct task, and unable to think about cleaning up with the others, he stumbled into the small parlour at the very front of the house and sat down in one of the chairs set politely there.

Brock Finnegan simply stared at the walls. Penny's walls. He couldn't think on that, but instead decided to sink back into memories of a happier time. Not necessarily less complicated, but happier.

In the parlor with Brock, Rubin methodically wiped his lips along his right forearm to the back of his hand leaving a streak from the grease of bacon, sausage and eggs. The wipe moved slowly, contemplatively. Over his moving arm he carefully appraised the tall, black, system administrator for Derowen MacFie.

Brock had that deeply wounded look, sometimes called the thousand yard stare. It was clear to Rubin that Brock was a man who had seen too much. Rubin wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he himself had come to his senses only hours before in a brussel sprout field with a six month gap between leaving this house and where he ended up—and nary a clue in between.

Rubin heard Wen shout in despair. A moment later, she'd rushed between him and Brock. She noisily emptied everything in her stomach into the toilet just off the parlor.

Rubin fought the urge to rush to her, to--at the very least--hold her hair out of harm's way; to be of some fleeting use to this demigoddess who had--probably without her knowledge--become the center of his very existence. He forced himself to defer to Brock.

Yet Brock, in spite of decades of passing every moment with Derowen, sat there, oblivious to her suffering.

To Rubin that was like rainbows without color or Iceland without ice.

The smell of a field in Weston Patrick on a late spring afternoon had brought Rubin back from…from…he frowned, not remembering. A feeling like live worms filled his stomach. He forced his focus on the cure; an everyday familiar smell had brought him back from wherever he had gone.

Brock was a cook par excellence and prided himself on it.

Rubin had an idea. He slipped quietly into the kitchen. He seized a slice of toast from the middle of the table. He slathered on grape jam from the refrigerator. On the counter he found a silver plated salt shaker. He shook it over the thick layer of deep purple jam.

Back in the parlor, he knelt on one knee beside the big man’s chair. He held the toast on a fine porcelain bread plate near Brock's lips. "Sorry to interrupt. The team is having breakfast—even though it is late afternoon—so I made toast and jam with sugar. But, no one is eating it. What’s wrong? Here. Give ‘er a taste. I’d appreciate your advice."

Brock stared at the toast blankly for a moment then took the plate from Rubin’s hand. He sniffed at it delicately. His nose wrinkled slightly.

"Smells strange." he commented. "But that might be the whatever it is jam." His voice sounded disinterested. "Penny always liked a gooseberry jam that we found in Camden Market. Never took to it myself. Didn't like how sharp it was. But we went back, time after time to go and buy more of the stuff."

He took a bite of the toast without thinking. Food in the hand should go into the mouth reflex kicking in. He chewed and swallowed, then continued with his musing.

"Then there was the fad for almond butter, or peanut butter freshly ground in front of her. She loved that. I never understood it, but I love how her face lit up when she got a new tub of the stuff. I think I searched all of the health food stores in London to find it. Not that there were that many back in the day."

He took another bite. His eyes widened as he chewed and swallowed.

"Rubin." He asked in a strangled sort of tone. "What exactly is on this? It's... salty.. and grape-ish in that American sort of grape way.. and.. Rubin.. it's terrible old man."

Rubin knew this return to full awareness could fade fast like a brilliant sunbeam on a windy overcast day. He looked sheepish. "Camron bought all this stuff, including the jam." He leaned toward Brock who held the toast far away like it was poisoned. "She's not from around here, you know. Who knows the quality of jam she picked for us. I used what I found, but maybe Penny has some of that gooseberry jam."

Sounds of Wen sniffling from the stairs punctuated his sentence.

Brock nodded. "Gooseberry jam would be lovely right now." His voice trailed off as his eyes strayed to the door. A slight frown creased his forehead. He opened his mouth, then shut it again as the frown deepened.

"That sounds like Derowen. That odd little second catch in the breath.. what's happened? I.. Rubin.. I.. "

His eyes cleared and he gazed at the toast in his hand. "Rubin, you are a terrible man. Remind me never to get on your wrong side."

He placed the offending piece onto the plate and put it down gently upon one of the side tables. Standing up, he moved quickly to the door of the parlour, looking up the stairs in concern. Looking back towards Rubin, he smiled briefly. "Thank you my friend. I may have lost one but I also have so many more to care for. Count yourself among those I treasure."

He left the room quickly, striding up the stairs two at a time until he could enfold Wen in his arms and remove the brush from her hand.

TAG

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Wed May 26, 2010 10:36 am
by KendleRJ
Punkin Thomas watched Brock slip by them, focussed and firmly assured of his direction as they made their way up the stairs. Giving Rubin a brief and appreciative glance, she stood aside and let Grace and Quin go up first. "It appears," she said needlessly, "that Wen is up them stairs."

She was looked after by the man who needed some looking after himself. They would find solace with each other, and Punkin's presence wasn't really necessary. There would be time enough for she and Wen. There would be time enough for everything.

Her phone was gone, but there was a landline in Penny's house, wasn't there? She moved back down the stairs and headed for the 'phone. It was in the sitting room; newly cleaned and looking out onto the street. She needed to check on her life, however little it had been. But at least the landlord was drawing his payment monthly automatically, or else she might be short all of her clothes and literally out on the street.

Lifting the receiver, she delicately placed it against her ear as though something awful might come crawling out of it. Nothing did; not even a dialtone. Sighing and defeated, she placed it back down. Nothing she could do about it; she'd have to wait to return to London before returning to her life. Had she not had a fresh shirt, she might have rifled through Penny's clothes in search of something a little more appropriate.

And thinking on a few possibilities, she imagined that it wouldn't be half bad an idea anyway.

~Tag Everybody

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood 10 Operative

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Thu May 27, 2010 2:55 pm
by Foxy
As they rounded the corner approaching the bathroom, Grace spotted Wen, slouched on the stairs - clutching a comb. She took a seat on the step next to her, touching her by proximity but not by tapping or grabbing her.

"Got any of that ginger wine left?" she asked, miming the hip flask.

TAG - Wen, Quin

"So, Harkness is a ****. Want to hunt him down? You can kill him if it helps - probably several times. I'll hold your coat... although thinking it through, he'd probably thank you..."

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Fri May 28, 2010 7:26 am
by Quin
"Ginger wine," Quin mouthed silently. He was a little at a loss, Wen was strong, Wen was powerful, this wasn't Wen.

He didn't really know what to say to her so instead he sat down on the step above the two women and waited for further instructions.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun May 30, 2010 6:00 pm
by Tavey
Derowen rested her head against Brock's shoulder gratefully. Quickly, she explained what Jack had done, and more specifically, why. Brock went still.

"The 456 came back? Again?" he asked. Wen nodded. "Damn them. Damn them all for giving in." he growled, his hands closing into fists. Wen continued with her tale. At the end she opened her eyes and looked soberly at them.

"I don't have time to grieve the lad." She began slowly. "We're it as far as I can figure. Cardiff is gone. I'm not sure about the others. We have to get back to London and our Hub. Only from there can we try and find out exactly what's been going on."

TAG - Grace, Quin

She straightened up. "I can deal with how I'm feeling later. Right now, I think I just want to get clean."

She dug into her pocket and pulled out the battered hip flask handing it to Grace with a smile. "yours I believe? From what i remember, Penny used to keep special supplies in the under stairs cupboard."

She looked tired. Grim. And as though something precious that she had held onto was gone.

"Quin love, think you can find us a vehicle or two? Brock round up the others and fill them in on the situation. I really think we're it. Use Penny's access point to get the new chap and Rift Chick some kind of ID that's going to work here. Grace, you and I need to have a chat and figure out what we want to do."

TAG - Quin, Grace.

Brock patted Wen gently on the shoulder and stood up. He walked downstairs to the living room and headed to the table where food had been set out.

"Gather round everyone." he began in his rich deep voice. "We've got a bit of a situation on our hands. We need to sort it out. Gavin, Camron, I'll get you some ID shortly. Is there coffee?"

TAG - everyone anywhere near the living room.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 3:08 pm
by Black Scar Ozzy
As if not having any transport would stop Derowen. Annoying Punkin really didn't know Derowen as well as she claimed. Still he kept his mouth shut and looked at Camron.
"Well Kid, looks like you and I get the grounds." He said half heartily, heading towards the door. "Did you want to look under the rose bush or should I?" Fred asked when Camron joined him outside.

Tag - Camron

After a fruitile search of the grounds Fred and Camron headed back into the kitchen just as Brock entered.

Tag - All

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:31 am
by Tavey
Brock sat heavily at the dining room table and played idly with the embroidery on the table cloth.

"Right, where was I?" he murmured.

"Fact, we are about six months out of where we should be. Fact, Torchwood Three in Cardiff is gone and Wen can't get hold of anyone else. We have to get back to London and into the Hub to find out what the situation is there. Until we hear anything different, Derowen is the director of Torchwood as the next in line. Harkness is missing in action. Or run away, as the case may be."

He gathered his thoughts for a moment.

"Assignments. Fred, Quin find us transportation. Camron, Punkin I want you two to dig through the place and find Penny's weapons stash. There's no way she doesn't have something here, and we left in enough of a hurry that there's bound to be something left. Eve, see if you can find out anything from your friends. Rubin, dig into the computer system. Find out any more information about what happened and the current situation in London that you can. Gavin, I don't know what your speciality is, but use it to make things easier."

TAG - Fred, Quin
TAG - Camron, Punkin
TAG - Eve
TAG - Gavin

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:05 pm
by Quin
"Assignments. Fred, Quin find us transportation. Camron, Punkin I want you two to dig through the place and find Penny's weapons stash. There's no way she doesn't have something here, and we left in enough of a hurry that there's bound to be something left. Eve, see if you can find out anything from your friends. Rubin, dig into the computer system. Find out any more information about what happened and the current situation in London that you can. Gavin, I don't know what your speciality is, but use it to make things easier."

Quin smirked. "Couldn't help noticing a few Chelsea tractors on my way here, must have some yummy mummies in the village. Fred and I could liberate a couple without too much trouble."

He gave his old friend a solemn look belied by the twinkle in his eyes. "Up for a little TWOCking?" He asked.

(TWOC Brit slang for Taking Without Consent)

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:11 pm
by SLAJaime
Cameron Looked up at everyone and just surged her shoulders in that don't ask me kind of way she had lots of things she wanted to ask but none of them she waned the group to know she she kept her gob shut for now .

"Punkin Would you Like the top of the bottom ?"

She asked of course she was referring to the search for weapons
She couldn't resist looking back at Quin and Fred and giving them a cheek smile and a wave as She Said " Don't Go getting your self hurt Boys I would think Eye Candy there has more uses than just making a girl smile"

"Are you Sure you want to go giving me a Weapon Now ?" She asked Wen " I mean last time i had one I tried to kidnap you I sort of got my arse shot up in to lil bits as well I would say it's a bad idea to give me a gun of any kind but your the Fear less leader "

She looked at grace for a second before saying her next little out of turn comment not that anything she ever said was in turn that is

"Now If you Like I Can make my self useful and search the pretty one with brain I think I could handle that" She laughed to her Self


Tag

Punkin

Wen
Grace
anyone who just really wants to beat camron lol

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:05 pm
by KendleRJ
Punkin raised an eyebrow and looked Camron up and down. "Well, with our height differences, love, I should imagine I should prefer bottom, don't you?" Her lips curled up in a sultry smile with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Searching for weapons. There WAS that trunk upstairs... "I know it seems almost cliche, Rift Chick, but perhaps if you look in Penny's closet."

Turning to follow Camron's glance, she smiled widely at Quin and it all but drained from her face as she caught sight of WHWDD Fred and nodded politely, but with some disdain. Although she should have just left it and turned abruptly away, disgusted more that she acknowledged his presence than anything else. Oh, Camron could hope that they didn't get hurt, but at least ONE half of that team mattered to her...

Grabbing Camron by the elbow, she leaned in close. "You'd best watch Grace. She's a rough'n, well worth it, but I'd stay at further from arm's length before she gives you what for." Punkin beamed at the subject of her discussion for a brief moment and winked. Then she moved to check the basement.

"Weapons, Rift Chick, IF you don't mind," she said over her shoulder from the steps. "We've already been away for six months and if you push your luck, you might be laid up for another six recuperating from hard use and a good ass whooping."

Let her do what she wanted with that bit; there was basement to check out, and hitting the light switch which illuminated a single bulb in the centre of a rather dingy room, Punkin Thomas went downstairs.

~Tag Household Woodies

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood Ten Operative

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:43 pm
by Gavin
Since his arrival at this rather quaint locale, the only progress Gavin had made towards 'sorting himself out' as several of the others had put it was to steal, check that, borrow a portion of another individual's identity. Having only a working PDA would have to suffice for the time being, as he simply didn't have the time or the equipment to accomplish the task of writing himself a proper identity in this new world right now - to do that he would need access to the central government's database. Fortunately, much of the pain and weakness he had felt upon exiting his state of hibernation had subsided, but he still thought it a good idea for him to get checked by the right kind of doctor.

"With all due respect, maybe I should be the one digging into this Penny woman's computer records? Computers and I speak the same language - just need to know what you're looking for and I'll find it." the man said, turning his attention to Derowen.

Gavin anxiously awaited the team leader's word on the matter. While he would accept a secondary role if need be, he knew that he was the best person for the job - computers were his area of expertise.

Tag: Wen

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 4:07 pm
by AJHoyt
Brock wrote:"Rubin, dig into the computer system. Find out any more information about what happened and the current situation in London that you can."

"Arrr," Rubin said, placing the fingers of his closed fist against his temple like a right and proper salute from a lowly seaman on a Victorian British sailing ship.

He headed into the pantry and entered the secret room to look at the monitor. Behind Harness' message and other windows from Derwen's use, he found Grace had left it with four or five cascading windows showing power station loads and telephone company traffic rates. He made a mental note to ask her how she managed that proprietary info hack. Figures on the power company screens were updating, but at what seemed very low activity. The telephone companies showed zero flow.

Rubin brought a hand up to rub it over his mouth as he puzzled the information.

Gavin wrote:"With all due respect, maybe I should be the one digging into this Penny woman's computer records? Computers and I speak the same language - just need to know what you're looking for and I'll find it." the man said, turning his attention to Derowen.

Gavin anxiously awaited the team leader's word on the matter. While he would accept a secondary role if need be, he knew that he was the best person for the job - computers were his area of expertise.

Rubin didn't wait for Wen to give her okay. He stepped aside, deeper into the pantry's secret compartment--which wasn't actually all that deep. "Knock yourself out, Gavin. I'd say start with the power stations--we need to see what the average power exchange rates should be for this time of day. They look low to me...not that I know...but each of those panels shows a few thousand kilowatts. It should be hundreds of thousands I'd imagine. It's like the lights are on, but no one is home. So, for me, immediate questions would be: Are they low? If so, for how long have they been low? Are they low in London, too? We're heading there--on tractors, apparently. Be nice to know if the lights will be on and the water hot when we arrive."

>tag Gavin, Wen, all

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 6:50 pm
by SLAJaime
Camron Smiled and moved away fast she really did not want to get laid up fo six or more months So she noded to Punkin and move towards the stairs to go look in the closet for weapon or something

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 5:00 am
by Black Scar Ozzy
He gave his old friend a solemn look belied by the twinkle in his eyes. "Up for a little TWOCking?" He asked.

Fred grinned back.
"Why not," He said. He was about to lead the way out when Camron spoke to them.

" Don't Go getting your self hurt Boys I would think Eye Candy there has more uses than just making a girl smile"

Fred chuckled to himself, with a slight shake off his head. He couldn't see eye candy being worth much. Still he didn't plan on getting hurt. They were just going to grab a few cars, or vans, or worse case scenario, tractors. That was when he spotted Punkin smiling at Quin, before she looked at him. Her smile disappeared, but that wasn't what surprised Fred.

What surprised him was that she acknowledged him with a nod of her head. Fred found himself returning the gesture, before he could stop it.

"Right lets go." Fred muttered to Quin, before turning and striding out through the back door.

Tag - Quin

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:17 am
by Tavey
(( OOC - Wen is upstairs chaps. Brock is the person downstairs.))

Outside

The village of Weston Patrick was as sleepy as it had been the last time they were there. Well, when they first arrived anyway. There were few signs of the battle that had occurred as they left. From the lack of activity, it was probably mid week, kids in school, adults off at various jobs around the local area. Still, parked outside the cottages and the inevitable council houses were useful vehicles.


Computer hunt


Information flowed across the screen. The Torchwood Ten hub was indeed still intact. There was a note from some military adjunct that it had been impossible to get inside the place and the only two who had gotten close had returned bloody and refusing to go anywhere near the Trocadero again.


Weapons hunt


Well, well, well... Esther Pennyfeather had been a startling old lady. Hidden at the bottom of her linen closet, she had a box with various weapons stashed in it. Some were obviously not of Earth origin. In addition she still had a passkey to Torchwood tucked away. Which might be helpful to open up other doors, to other facilites.


General


So far, nobody had noticed that anyone was in Esther Pennyfeathers house. How long that would last, nobody knew. But for sure in a small village like this one, any activity in a place that was supposed to be empty would have been noticed. And authorities notified.

It was only a matter of time.

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:01 pm
by KendleRJ
Meanwhile, down in the basement...

Tins, tins and MORE TINS. That women must have done down some rather unique foodstuffs, because with sealed mason jars and this whole row of tins, the cold cellar, though small, was laden with some peaches, pears and apple sauce. Like she had lived through a war or something. Thinking about what they had just gone through she smirked a little herself and sobered a bit. With everything...? There should have been more...

Grabbing up some lovely jam, some preserves and compote she brought it back to the kitchen. Looking at Brock she indicated her find and the treasure trove. "Unless Penny had a REALLY twisted sense of humour, I think it's safe to say that the basement is clear and devoid of weapons. But some lovely additions to afters."

Placing them on the table, she looked at Brock and watched the back of Gavin and Rubin's head. Chuckling a bit, she felt warmed by the thought that they should get along famously. After all... PunkIN, RubIN, QuIN, and now GavIN... Looking over their shoulders from a respectable distance, she waited for the others to return. And place a hand on Brock's shoulder, just so he knew that he wasn't alone.

~Tag Everybody is still in the HOWSE

Punkin Thomas
Torchwood 10 Operative

Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:25 pm
by Gavin
Gavin turned his gaze back towards Rubin for a moment, nodded and moved toward the computer that sat before them both. The man wasn't an electrical engineer by any means, but everything appeared normal to him - well there was an indication of one minor power drain in the vicinity of the Piccadilly Circus in London. Seemed that the security system belonging to this lot's headquarters nicknamed 'The Hub' was responsible for the drain, must be one hell of a formidable system. Speaking of security, these files were clearly of a sensitive nature and whatever safeguards that had been in place were no longer active. He made a mental note to put a new encryption cypher in place as soon as he was done here.

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

Tag: Rubin

Now, with Rubin's immediate concerns addressed, he continued to delve into the Pennyfeather woman's records. Looks like a number of appeals to this Torchwood organisation had been made to help alleviate the burden UNIT had been saddled with since a host of creatures were reportedly released from the Torchwood Four site. So far these calls have fallen upon deaf ears. Since this lot were trapped in another point in spacetime their failure to respond was clearly excusable and didn't need checking into - but what of the others? Surely there were others. Gavin backtracked a bit and soon came across an entry for Torchwood Three, and then something in his mind clicked into place - Harkness, first name Jack was a member of the Cardiff branch of Torchwood. Seems that he's gone missing since that incident the email had made mention of, and quite honestly he couldn't blame this Harkness fellow for wanting to disappear after what he'd done. A cohort of his, the only other surviving member of Torchwood Three, a Gwen Cooper has recently become a mother and was living happily ever after with her husband and child in their flat in Cardiff. Blimey this line of work seemed hazardous, what has he gotten himself into?

"Looks like you lot have been missed, might be a good idea to communicate with one of your contacts if you haven't already. Best be discreet though, you never know who's listening." Gavin commented, and then continued - "Here's something on that Harkness bloke, seems he's gone missing for some time now, no one knows where he's gone to - and a woman named Gwen Cooper, an associate of his, has become preoccupied with her newly born child and has been unreachable."

Tag: All in room

Gavin once again set himself to searching the database for anything else that might be of importance to this lot, and a short time later he had another hit regarding the aforementioned Piccadilly Circus. A series of particularly gruesome murders had taken place in the area's vicinity, three in total, all without leads. The London Police are baffled - nothing new there. He afforded himself a brief smirk before returning to work. His mood quickly darkened as he happened upon one last piece of pertinent information, well at least he thought of it as pertinent given his attachment to technology.

"If we're headed back to your headquarters in London, caution will certainly be called for. There's been some terribly violent murders in the vicinity of late." he said, paused and then added - "Oh, and the sun is entering an unusually high period of activity - a solar flare could force communications to go dark for a short period, provided the ESA's and NASA's monitoring systems do their job properly. Then there's always the worst case scenario, but let's hope for the best, yeah?"

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Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:12 am
by Quin
"Right lets go." Fred muttered to Quin, before turning and striding out through the back door.

"I wish she wouldn't call me Eye Candy," Quin muttered. "She knows me from the future or something, I have a hidden dread that I might be her father or even her grandfather." He fell silent for a moment before following Fred.

Just across the road from Penny's cottage was one of the aforementioned 'Chelsea tractors'. Sleek, black and shiny the 4 wheel drive SUV was a thing of beauty.

Quin walked over to it, then walked round it. He reached under the rear wheel arch and produced a small magnetic box. Once opened it proved to contain a set of keys. Quin opened the driver's door and indicated to Fred to take the passenger seat.

"Strap in mate," he said. "One down and one to go."

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Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:16 am
by SLAJaime
Camron looked in the places she would normally hide stuff starting with under the bed in a wardrobe and a few other places before Looking into a linen closet she drag out the box opening it up smiling nice she thought to her self And yelled out loud so the other would here he big mouth " Anyone order Some Guns !!" she left everything in the box but the pass key which she tucked in to her back pocket use later on the last thing she really wanted to do here was be called a thief

She closed the lid again on the box And really hoped there was not a note about the cad in there going to the door again yelling once more " I have guns lots of guns come get em Boys and girls Am only chargeing 100 per gun "


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Re: Thank you for flying BBW Airlines.

PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:31 pm
by Black Scar Ozzy
"If it helps you any," Fred said following Quin across the street, "I don't think even Camron is that warped. Not all there in the head maybe, but not warped. So don't worry about it." He watched Quin walk around and after briefly leaning down open the car. Was Quin really that good at breaking into cars?

"Strap in mate," he said. "One down and one to go."

Quin said as Fred hopped into the passenger seat.
"I'd forgotten why I liked working with you." Fred said strapping himself in. "Lets cruise for another ride then," Fred said with a wolfish grin, as he wound the window down.

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