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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 11, 2011 5:23:31 GMT -5
"Mmm..." Gylfie said thoughtfully. She scratched her leg, staring off into space momentarily. "Really, she was trying to help you by putting you in a safer place. Not that I can say Earth is much safer."
She looked up at Bryan, a new light in her eyes. She wasn't so scared of him anymore. In fact, she saw him in a completely different light. He was just like any other being - trying to survive as long as possible. Oh, if only the public knew! They'd get the shock of their life.
"You know, if you say you're here to help Torchwood - and, in turn, Earth - then I'm inclined to respect you..." She picked up her coffee again. "... and I will. I'm sorry I acted so brashly earlier!"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 11, 2011 9:28:52 GMT -5
Bryan nodded as he sipped at his coffee. "As I said, it's what to be expected. I think I remember these guys, at least some of them, reacting similarly. I mean, before we started to get to talking, you saw me as a threat, right? An alien in the alien-hunters' lair? How did I get in here? What was I doing at the computer? I can understand that. It'll take still take Earth a few years to even recognize other species on their planet, let alone be able to be comfortable with it."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 11, 2011 20:28:33 GMT -5
It made Gylfie feel oddly relieved to know that some of the other Torchwood members had acted as cautiously. An alien within the base was a mind-boggling thought, but it was to be expected. Who could help those scavenging alien technology more than the aliens themselves?
"We humans do not take kindly to change," Gylfie said, sighing into her mug. "Even after seeing an alien first hand people still refuse to acknowledge alien life. It's weird... and rather pathetic."
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 12, 2011 17:44:37 GMT -5
Bryan chuckled lightly. "Of course, it makes our job easier, doesn't it? People in general, whether human or otherwise, have a tendency to explain away things they don't understand. Alien life is one. Even with all the things that happen, a simple explanation of swamp gases or something always seems to do the trick- Sorry, but swamp gases is a poor and lame excuse. I try to come up with unique ideas that might be plausible. Unidentified college students are excellent scape goats." He smirked a bit at that as he sipped at his coffee.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 13, 2011 1:52:21 GMT -5
Ooc; Would you like something exciting to happen?
Perhaps an alarm could go off on one of the rift
monitors or a strangers arrives in the tourist shop?
Your choice, of course. I usually suck at role-
playing action, but a bit of a storyline never
really hurt anyone. c:
Gylfie smiled at the lighter mood. It was nice that they were no longer fighting or talking about death. Doom and gloom wasn't her style. She adored everything bright and shiny.
"Like crop circles," she said. "A lot of them come from bored aliens, but I've actually seen someone trying to replicate one of the signs. It was absolutely hilarious. I made sure to get a video. I'll show it to you one day..."
For a second, images of three saturated men flashed into her mind. The youngest was complaining loudly, tripping over his boots. His older friends were telling him to "shut up and push the mower over there". Quite a few times they found themselves knee-deep in marshy ground, surrounded by golden wheat. The wheat had been bleached by the moonlight, giving the video an eerie feel to it. Nevertheless, Gylfie laughed every time she watched it.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 13, 2011 18:03:52 GMT -5
((Sounds great to me ^_^ I'm ready for them to get out and do something, see how they work together))
Bryan chuckled. "I know, I made a few myself when I was younger."
Suddenly there was an alarm from one of the computers and Bryan looked up, running over to see what the problem was. He hoped it wasn't something huge. With the team out with something else, he really couldn't leave the Hub like this... but this, he realized, was the opportunity he was looking for.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 13, 2011 23:52:55 GMT -5
Ooc; Sweet. c:
Gylfie was mid-giggle when the alarm sounded. It was a threatening sound, but invoked a sense of excitement in her instead. She rarely went out on missions with her team. She was the mouse in the background, keeping them coordinated without necessarily alerting them to her presence. To help the Cardiff unit with a small mission would be the highlight of her day... had she not met an alien.
"What is it?" She asked above the noise. "Do you need some help with something?"
The computer chair squeaked as she lifted herself off it. She made her way quickly to the computer and stared blankly at the screen, unfamiliar with this coding and situation. Australia and Wales seemed to have varying species in their area, but the technology worked all the same, thus the reason for their alliance.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 14, 2011 17:47:34 GMT -5
Bryan looked up at her. "Yeah, I think I might need your help. I can't contact the team. Something's somehow, bewitchedly, jammed the signal. I'm trying to trace the problem now, but I'm afraid if I get too close to the source, it might infect the whole system."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 14, 2011 18:55:48 GMT -5
Despite Gylfie's arm pressing against Bryan's, she moved closer to the computer, trying to understand the warning. She didn't understand how anything could block the Torchwood signal. Their computer database was the strongest on Earth.
"So, what you need is to find out what's happening, without actually alerting whatever it is to the fact we're looking?" She looked at Bryan with wide brown eyes. Perhaps she could help. "I think I know a few tricks that could help us with that... if you have the right software, of course."
Long hours at the Torchwood Australia base left Gylfie with very little to do. She had a very small life outside of her team, so most of the time she waited for them to get back from missions or interviews with the government. In that time alone, she busied herself with cleaning, cooking, filing and, occasionally, messing about with the computer software.
The pieces of technology gathered in Australia were often raw and primitive, but sometimes there'd be a piece of a space vessel or an alien's body part. Only three weeks ago, a disk had fallen through. It resembled every other Earth disk, but it had a strange green tint to it. In the end, it had turned out to be an unearthly game of hide-and-seek. Gylfie had been the only one to test it, but they seemed pretty common. More reports had been sent in lately.
If Bryan had one of the disks, she could probably hack through the signal blockage.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 14, 2011 20:08:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, Tosh is quite the software expert. Maybe if you could check her computer? I'll apologize later for any intrusion, this is a bit of an emergency," Bryan said. He did notice Gylfie's proximity to him, but he knew that now wasn't the time at all for that.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 14, 2011 20:41:09 GMT -5
Gylfie nodded and moved back to sit in the computer chair. With some trouble, she rolled it so that she was pressed hard against the desk.
"I found what appeared to be a game one day," she explained as her eyes searched the desk for the green-hued disk. She couldn't find it among the papers and assumed it might already be downloaded onto the computer. "It's some sort of hide-and-seek for a cyber species. They upload it onto their systems to hide from their own kind or seek each other. It's sort of complicated."
Her fingers flew across the keyboard, opening and closing random programs. The software wasn't on the desktop and Gylfie could find it on the task-bar. She moved to the programs and found it among an assortment of unfinished reviews. The familiar blinking green box greeted her as it opened.
"Now I just need the codes from the screen," she said quietly, looking at Bryan for assistance. "I haven't used it on anything before, but I know how it works. Assuming this is an Earth-bound obstacle we're facing, then I should get through fairly quickly."
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 14, 2011 21:48:39 GMT -5
"Codes on the screen? What kind?" Bryan asked her as he looked over the screen for whatever she might be looking for. He had limited knowledge on computers, especially these computers.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 14, 2011 22:35:44 GMT -5
"I don't know. Serial codes?" Anything to identify what's blocking us?" She said to the back of Bryan's head. "I just need to pinpoint where exactly this thing is. After that, the technology can do the rest."
She looked back at the screen quickly, drinking in the flashing green text and pristine white background. It looked simple, just like everything else Australia received from the rift, but Gylfie knew it could be dangerous in the wrong hands. The only thing that seemed to be keeping average human geeks from using it was the complicated coding and the boring effects.
Ooc; You can just make up a random number or
something. It doesn't matter too much. I reckon
once Gylfie figures it all out, Bryan can take over
with driving or getting guns or whatever he'll need
to do. You can choose what's blocking them too,
whether it be alien or human.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 14, 2011 22:39:26 GMT -5
Ooc; Oh hey! I have an idea! Gylfie has this shell-
shaped thing in her bag. Actually, she was in Cardiff
to deliver it. Perhaps there are some aliens after it?
That could always work.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 14, 2011 23:02:10 GMT -5
((Sounds great))
Bryan started listing off whatever codes he saw on the screen, not sure what any of it meant. Once he told her all he had, he headed down to the gun range to pick up a gun for Gylfie. "You know how to use a gun, right?" He hoped she did. But if not, he was prepared to help her through a crash course if needed.
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