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((Who are you in Torchwood?))
((No one yet. I might take Owen or Tosh or make an original character))
((Hmm... Owen might be easier to play))
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((Yah. I'm Clara for DW and Gwen for Torchwood))
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((I'll claim Owen, then. You post first?))
Gwen walked over to the railing above Owen's lab. "Whatcha go there, Owen?" she said to him.
He paused a second before answering. "It's a body. Dead, killed by a weevil."
"I hate it when that happens. The poor person is living a normal life and then poof! Weevil out of nowhere and rips out their throat." she responded.
((I was asleep. Different time zone, so I go to sleep and wake up earlier.))
Owen nodded, not really listening to her. He was torn between continuing his work and looking at her body.
Owen nodded, not really listening to her. He was torn between continuing his work and looking at her body.
Gwen watched for a minute, torn between curiosity and disgust. Then she walked back to her desk, where she had absolutely nothing to do. She pulled out her book and started reading.((:) And jeez, Owen! He already has a thing for Gwen.))
((Well, she's not ugly.))
Owen quickly lost interest in the dead body and got up to go bother someone. Someone turned out to be Gwen.
Owen quickly lost interest in the dead body and got up to go bother someone. Someone turned out to be Gwen.
"Yes, Owen?" she said, hearing his footsteps next to her.
"What're you doing?" he asked, his tone not conveying particular excitement.
"Reading." Gwen responded, not taking her eyes off the page.
He leaned closer, clearly invading her personal space. "What're you reading?"
Gwen looked at him over the top of her book. "Speaker of the Dead by Orson Scott Card. Why?" she asked, wondering why he was bothering her. Didn't he have other things to do?
Owen continued his invasion of her personal space and said, "Why are you reading that when we've got real alien stuff?"
"Because sometimes fiction is better than reality." Gwen said, daintily folding the corner of the page and putting the book down. "Now what do you want?" she asked in a very slightly irritated way.
"Nothing," Owen replied, not budging.
"Then why are you here? You must have work to do." she said.
"Finished it, and there's a surprising lack of dead bodies around," he said, shrugging.
"You're gross. Wanna play a game of basketball?" Gwen asked, producing a ball for the latter.
"You just try and get it from me!" she said, running towards the hoop, dribbling the ball.
Owen made an attempt and hit the ball, but failed to get it from Gwen.
"Haha! Team Cooper 1, Team Harper zero!" Gwen called out when she scored.
Owen tried again, this time successfully getting the ball from Gwen and scoring.
Gwen stole the ball from him again, then jumped up a did a slam dunk.
Owen then stole the ball from her and tossed it up and then tossed up high enough that it got stuck near the ceiling.
"Owen!" Gwen whined, making a pouty face.
"I suppose we can't play anymore?" he asked.
"If only we could talk to the pterodactyl and ask it to get it for us, which is impossible, then no, we can't play anymore." Gwen said grumpily.
Owen winked at her, "We could do something else."
"What?" she asked.
"Hide and Seek? Just regular hide and seek, mind you." Gwen clarified.
"You hide, I'll count." Gwen covered her eyes with her hands and started counting down. "10, 9, 8, 7..."
Owen ran to the morgue and climbed into an empty locker-thing meant for deceased humans.
"...3, 2, 1!" she counted, and headed off to find Owen.
Owen breathed shallowly so it wouldn't give him away.
It took Gwen 15 minutes to check almost everywhere except "... the morgue." She tiptoed over.
Owen heard footsteps and held his breath.
