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Post by Samantha Wells on May 30, 2011 11:50:50 GMT 10
(moving play from the Plass)
One more look around the Plass, and her eyes settled on the Tourist Information Office. Her gaze had passed right over it before. It seemed rather disused and uninviting. She could slap herself for being so stupid. It would be a great way to disguise an entrance.
She tossed her half-empty cup into a nearby garbage can and strode determinedly toward the Information Center, a smirk on her face.
Sam was greeted by some racks of brochures, assorted clutter, and not much else. There was certainly nothing that would encourage tourists to linger, which, if she was right about this place, was probably the point.
She walked over to the unmanned counter, spotting a security camera on the ceiling beyond. Unlike the CCTV that she was sure littered the rest of the Plass, there was no reason to hide the camera here.
Well, it was time to see if she was right or not. If she were wrong she was about to be supremely embarrassed. She spotted a pen on the counter and grabbed it, along with a pamphlet that was only printed on one-side. She scribbled something briefly on the blank side, before holding the paper up so the camera could see it.
It read, simply: "TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER"
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Post by 0wenharper on May 31, 2011 13:31:19 GMT 10
Kicking his feet on his desk, Owen watched the female walk out of view. She just took the fun out of his entertainment. He pushed himself back in the proper position in his chair. He raced through his keyboard to catch her on the camera. It looked like she entered the tourist office.
Tapping for the tourist office surveillance camera, Owen observed that the bird held a sign that said “TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER”. She wasn’t hiding the fact she was looking for Torchwood. He grabbed his black leather coat, pulled it on as he quickly rushed to the office.
Stepping through the doorway, Owen walked in, looking at the bird. “Love, are you proposing to me to have coffee with you?” he asked pointing his digit at the sign. He gave her a lopsided smile and a wink. He had to know what she wanted. “There is a small breakfast café around the bend there.”
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Post by Gwen Cooper on Jun 1, 2011 8:06:51 GMT 10
(moved from the Plass thread, sorry for being so late)
Gwen dug out her phone and called Owen. "Hey Owen, heads up. There is a stranger headed towards the Info entrance. Get Tosh to run recognition tests. I am going to head her off before things get bad."
She ran after this and caught up to the woman at the entrance. She managed to get up right next her as the woman looked around. She looked to be writing something down "Pardon me for being late. Took a bit too long on my lunch break, you know how it is. How may we help you here at Cardiff Tourism?"
Gwen gave her best customer service smile and held her hand out to the woman, who was much smaller than from a distance. She turned on her earpiece while pushing her hair behind her ear. Hopefully Tosh and Owen can help her out here.
Owen had reached the room before her however, and it looked like he had tried chatting her up and she dropped her hand. She noticed that the paper in the woman's hand read TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER.
Gwen wasn't nervous per se, more angry that Owen just walked into the situation without a care in the world.
She glared at at Owen and said, "As I said, how may we help you?"
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Post by 0wenharper on Jun 1, 2011 12:29:42 GMT 10
Crossing his arms, Owen returned a sneer back to Gwen. So Police Gwen was playing leader again. That was fine by him. He would watch, observe and be there incase Gwen needed him. It wasn't much activity but it was better to be in two and being alone on the field in Torchwood. Who knows who was this sexy bird is?
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Post by Samantha Wells on Jun 2, 2011 10:48:42 GMT 10
Sam was expecting a response, but she wasn't expecting to get it so fast. But, it was gratifying to know that she had guessed correctly about the Tourist Center's purpose.
"“Love, are you proposing to me to have coffee with you?” he asked pointing his digit at the sign. He gave her a lopsided smile and a wink. “There is a small breakfast café around the bend there.”
The guy who came through the door was attractive, in a slightly weasely kind of way. But his cockiness had her rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I'd love to take you up on that offer," she said dryly, "but I'm actually here on business," she said, tapping her sign for emphasis.
"Pardon me for being late. Took a bit too long on my lunch break, you know how it is. How may we help you here at Cardiff Tourism?"
Sam turned to the dark-haired woman, her smile friendlier than the one she'd offered the guy. The woman wasn't bad, not at all. Sam wouldn't suspect anything if she didn't already know what was going on.
[She glared at at Owen and said, "As I said, how may we help you?"
Sam observed the interplay between the two. There was some tension there, and no mistake. But she knew from experience that was the way Torchwood worked. You spend that much time on a team, especially a small one, and tensions were bound to arise from time to time.
"Actually, I was hoping to speak to Jack Harkness. Is he here?"
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Post by Gwen Cooper on Jun 7, 2011 7:23:57 GMT 10
Gwen dropped the smile as soon as the woman asked for Jack I wish I knew, sister.
"Um, well our manager is out at the moment, may we take a message?" She stuttered through her sentence, but she knew damn well that if Jack was being asked for that either A. their cover was useless and trouble was coming, or B. that Jack has shagged-and-dashed and trouble was coming or C. both. and trouble was coming.
She turned to Owen and said, "Owen, dear, could you get a coffee for our guest while I get her information?" She put on her sweetest yet most flirtatious smile she could conjure since she chose Rhys. She hoped that she came off more natural than she felt.
"So, let's start. What is your name?" She turned again to the woman, her smile on the sweeter side.
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Post by 0wenharper on Jun 7, 2011 9:51:31 GMT 10
lGwen was the leader of Torchwood as Jack Harkness was off galloping through time and space. Owen saw the sweetness Gwen had used on him multiple times. She was good disarming him. And when he saw she used that smile he took at as a signal from Gwen. It was saying I got it Owen, go get us refreshments and give me time to get the information that I needed.
She even wanted Owen to go make coffee. That was a project itself. Ianto’s station was something Owen would never catch on. Did Gwen really expect Owen to make coffee? He figured not. She knew he had no idea how to make coffee at Ianto’s coffee machine. The medical doctor now wished he had kept that coffee machine he had used before Ianto had joined.
“Of course my luv,” he said sarcastically. He turned away to go back to the hub. As he was out of site, he booted to the hub. He press record the tourist area. He moved quickly around the hub looking for coffee cups with coffee in it. There were a few cups here and there that he had ordered because Ianto was off visiting his family. He poured the left over coffees in two cups. He moved over to his medical supplies and grabbed a recon as well. That was something he might need.
He sat down on his chair, watched the chicks on the camera. He will wait for Gwen a signal for him to bring the coffee. It was team trick they learned because they had to be clever as they could be. They are doing the best they can. Owen won’t admit it out loud, but he missed Jack Harkness because it will a little easier. But they adapted well and doing a damn good job with the asshole Harkness.
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Post by Samantha Wells on Jun 13, 2011 4:25:03 GMT 10
Sam grew concerned as she watched the woman's reaction when she brought up Jack. There was a hesitation there. He certainly wasn't just not in at the moment. That was a shame. If anyone would be able to help her with being stuck outside of her time, it was him. Even if he couldn't help, he'd probably at least understand, and wouldn't just throw her in a cell to keep her from screwing up the timeline.
Sam watched as the woman sent the guy -Owen, she'd called him- for coffee. It seemed that with Harkness not here, she must be the one in charge.
"So, let's start. What is your name?" She turned again to the woman, her smile on the sweeter side.
"I'm Samantha Wells," she said. She looked the woman up and down, trying to figure out just how much she should say. Screw it, she thought eventually, in for a penny, in for a pound. "I'm from Torchwood Four. At least, I will be in about 50-years time."
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Post by Gwen Cooper on Jun 21, 2011 7:30:39 GMT 10
Gwen's smile fell. Shit. Well she's surprised that's she surprised. It's not that thay are all that secret and anyone asking for Jack had to be in on it.
She wrestled with herself whether or not to just drop the act and welcome the woman. Her hand actually left her jeans pocket and then reentered it an embarrassing amount of times before she too decided to fuck it and go for broke, as she could tell the woman, Samantha, did.
She wasn't sure that she heard right with the 50 years thing, but she knew she would hear all about it in due time.
She held out her hand, "Welcome to Torchwood Two, Samantha. My name is Gwen, not sure if I mentioned that yet. Jack really isn't here, so unfortunately, my question still stands. How may we help you?"
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Post by 0wenharper on Jun 21, 2011 8:29:19 GMT 10
Owen wished Toshiko had put more cameras in the tourist area. It would be nice to get different angles. The speakers were on and Owen heard everything. He bit down on his lower lip. The female was from the future and she knew Jack.
“Bloody hell,” Owen replied. This bird had made Jack more a mystery. If this bird was from the future, why was she here looking for Jack? It made no sense. The rift, the Doctor, hell nothing did had to make sense. Susan and the glove, you won’t get that on a talk show.
The he pressed the record button, so they can replay this later. The team will need to converse on this.
“Toshiko we need you,” he said to the empty chair where Toshiko sits.
Crossing his fingers on top of his stomach, he licked his lips wondering if Gwen was going to signal for him. Did she know he was watching? God, she can’t be that dumb.
“Gwen PC don’t turn dumb,” he said, titling his head watching the other female body parts. No. He stopped himself. Diane had impacted him and she was from the past. He missed her. He moved his right hand up to his mouth he was holding his thumb between his teeth. The heart was aching for his ex-lover.
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Post by Samantha Wells on Jun 27, 2011 3:43:41 GMT 10
Samantha let out a long, frustrated sigh, leaning against the counter. She took a couple of slow, deep breathes, trying to keep herself collected. Why couldn't anything ever be easy? Like the chances of her getting back to her own time weren't slim enough already.
She ran a hand through her hair again, a nervous habit her team had always teased her about. She nerves of steel when it came a mission. She could stare down a loaded gun with no problem. But when it came to her own life, she had a tendency to be a bit of a mess.
After a moment, she turned back to Gwen, smiling sadly. "Gwen. Nice to meet you. So sorry to intrude like this. Torchwood teams aren't generally pleased when other agents show up, I know. It's just...well.." she let out a bit of a laugh. "I seem to have gotten tossed back in time and I could really use some help."
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Post by Toshiko Sato on Jun 27, 2011 3:53:35 GMT 10
Tosh had been deep in the heart of the Hub's computer systems, trying to track down a security glitch that had been bothering her for the past few days. It wasn't anything big, even if somebody did find it, it wouldn't have lead them very far into the computer system. But it was a hole, and on principle, she felt the need to patch it up. But in tracking it down she had found some actual hardware problems as well, and had spent most of the night lying down under the servers, fiddling with bits of wire and a soldering torch.
When she finally finished and made it back to the main room, she saw Owen sitting down, watching the camera feed of the Tourist Center. She stood behind him, watching for a moment, realizing that she must have left her earbud at her desk. "Who's that with Gwen?"
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Post by 0wenharper on Jun 28, 2011 9:42:12 GMT 10
“Samantha Wells,” Owen said, tapping a pen on his right thigh. “She is from the future Torchwood member who is looking for Jack Harkness.” He was bitter. Jack was away with the Doctor and this bitch shows up looking for the Captain who abandoned them. “Fuck Jack!” In the back of his mind he could hear Jack making a snide remark on that statement. “Gwen, tell her he is dead gone,” he spoke to the ear piece. “Tell her we send her back home. And lie to her that Jack is dead.”
He pulled his pen to his mouth and started biting the end. He looked over his shoulder to look at Toshiko. “Where is your ear piece?”
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Post by Gwen Cooper on Jul 17, 2011 6:46:46 GMT 10
Gwen frowned. Owen had told her to tell Samantha to go away and Jack was gone. Even dead, which she knew he couldn't be.
Screw it. She knew Samantha knew that she was being watched, so she pulled out her phone and called Tosh. It felt better than her hand to her ear and speaking to nothing.
"Tosh, run Samantha through the computer and see if there's anything new on the Jackfinder." Gwen had Tosh set up a program that could pick up any sightings of their leader from the media and their usual and unofficial channels. So far nothing but the occasional jilted lover people whose toes they stepped on.
Gwen hung up the phone and said, "standard procedure, you understand."
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Post by 0wenharper on Jul 23, 2011 14:38:20 GMT 10
“She is not a striking genius is she?” he asked, kicking himself away from his desk, his chair rolled back. He stood up, grabbed his gun, tuck it in the back of his pants. It’s like he did not trust the lady.
“Tosh, I am going to bring them coffee,” he said, going to a draw, pulling out a recon. “I wonder I bang her after giving her the recon?” he had said it to irritate Tosh, but he was not kidding. The thought was there. “Oh, I forgot Tosh you were there,” there was the psychology hit for Tosh.
Getting the coffee, he carried the tray. The man knew he was cruel to Tosh it just insurance to keep her being a desperate dog. As he was walking through the corridor, Owen walked up in the tourist section.
“Coffee, ladies?” he said, placing the tray down spilling one-fourth of the coffee. So, he made a bad Tea boy. He gave the new lady a smile. “So did how did the girl talk go?”
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