Sun, Surf And Stars [OPEN]

[gylfie2]

Ooc; I did mention that Gylfie would be coming in soon,
yes. c: I'm pretty sure her and Owen will get along better
now that she's in her 'natural habitat'.

But before I post, I'd like the First Doctor to post with
Galen. I feel as though he's being drowned out. I hope
that's okay.

[The First Doctor]

(OOC: Oops. Sorry about that. I missed the updates.)

“So, I am going to be cooped up in an A/C room feeding info…” he rolled his eyes, placed his hand under his chin. It would be good too because maybe the player can do the alien if that what people want. “Who will be with me? Anybody, will Toshiko be with me?” He leaned close to Jack. “I don’t want to be left alone. After being that coffin it freaks ones psych Jack.”

It was odd to admit, but Galen was starting to feel pretty bad for the corpse... no, Owen. He'd been through some pretty rough times himself.

"Lets not do the coffin again, for certain," he said from the back seat. "Attracts too much attention, and it has to be boring as hell."

He thought about it for a moment. "What are we doing for field C&C? Could we get a climate controlled van, let him get out in the field with us? Hell, would you even want to do that, Owen?"

[gylfie2]

Jack hung over the back of Galen's chair, addressing both the living man and the dead.

"Owen's not coming out into the rain forest with us," he said, trying to sound as friendly as the situation allowed. "We don't want any fungi growing on him. Instead, we'll have Gylfie come up from Melbourne and she can stay with him in the office. Gylfie's good at controlling Owen."

Jack dropped his voice dramatically to a stage whisper, pretending he only meant for Galen and Scott to hear. "Owen's a bit of a nutter. We'll need someone with at least some shred of sanity... and dignity... left to handle him. I'm not exactly the right person."

He settled back into his seat, flashing Owen a cheeky grin.

[Owen Harper]

To save his sanity, Owen sat still in the chair he was in. He decided to listen to the music notes in Jack as he talked. It was an activity to keep his mind from going in a depression mode. It did not take that much to make it depress.

Gylfie's good at controlling Owen.

“Jack, I am not a dog,” he added.
Owen's a bit of a nutter. We'll need someone with at least some shred of sanity... and dignity... left to handle him. I'm not exactly the right person.

The dead man rolled his eyes at that stage whisper. Owen mirrored the smile back to Jack.

[gylfie2]

Ooc; I'm going to try and reply with Gylfie and Scott
later tonight or tomorrow evening. Owen, can you
remind me if I forget? I want this roleplay to move
forward and all.

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[The First Doctor]

"Owen's not coming out into the rain forest with us," Jack said, trying to sound as friendly as the situation allowed. "We don't want any fungi growing on him. Instead, we'll have Gylfie come up from Melbourne and she can stay with him in the office. Gylfie's good at controlling Owen."

Galen shrugged. "I hadn't really thought about the fungus problem. That does seem like a..." He shook his head. "I can't believe I'm even having this conversation."

“Jack, I am not a dog,” Owen added.

Jack dropped his voice dramatically to a stage whisper, pretending he only meant for Galen and Scott to hear. "Owen's a bit of a nutter. We'll need someone with at least some shred of sanity... and dignity... left to handle him. I'm not exactly the right person."

He settled back into his seat, flashing Owen a cheeky grin.

Galen bristled. "Look," he said, "back off on the guy. He's dead. He's got plenty of problems without his unit leader riding him about. Besides..."

He pulled the glove off his right hand, then used the exposed chromium and plastic prosthetic to remove his sunglasses. Light glinted dully from the pitted silver orb that filled his right orbit. "He's not the only one with issues. And us nutters have to stick together."

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ooc; So, as it turns out, I didn't get the
chance to post for Scott or Gylfie. I'll do
it tomorrow. It's just too late to post for
three different characters right now and
I can't pass up the opportunity to roleplay
an annoyed/grumpy/explaining Jack.

Harkness

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Jack blinked at Galen, not a hint of surprise peppering his features. It would seem that the other man had suddenly turns hostile. This was certainly an interesting situation to be in, sandwiched between a man who looked like he should be dead and a man who was, in fact, deceased. It was a sandwich Jack certainly hadn't been in before. But he was open-minded.

"You really must learn to research your colleagues better," Jack said, his tone disapproving. He sent a doubtful look over his shoulder, silently asking Owen if he had, in fact, been offended. He didn't wait to see the answer. "Owen's always been a bit of a nutter, even before he, well, died. Actually, I'd go so far as to say our entire team is made up of nutters. We're mad, the lot of us." He flashed a pearly smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "As for my riding him about... I hardly think that sort of talk is appropriate. Owen's made it very clear that I'm not his type."

His next path of action required more thinking, but he did it as fast as possible, not wanting to be interrupted. He started speaking slowly, eventually gaining speed until he was at his normal talking pace.

"As for your predicament," he gestured towards the arm and the eyeball. "Well, that's too bad. I'm sorry you had to go through whatever happened to be put in that state. It's really not something anyone needs to experience, is it?"

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[Gylfie Murdoch]

Keaton

Scott remained silence while the other bickered among themselves. So many thoughts flashed through his head, most of them full of gore and sorrow. What was it like to be dead? What was it like to be dead and know it? His stomach churned at the very thought.

His knuckles whitened ever so slightly as he glanced in the rear-view mirror, seeing Owen leaning towards Jack. He looked normal and he sounded normal, but the overall presence he exuded was one of emptiness. It made Scott sad just to see him. Not that he pitied him! Oh, no, it wasn't pity. It was more of a queasy intrigue.

Stop staring, you idiot! He mentally scolded himself. Owen seemed like a tough bloke and he had Jack on his side. Scott meant well, but sometimes others misunderstood his body language. I don't need any fights. This is supposed to be a great time. The first serious alien in Australia and I'm in the midst of it.

A sheepish smile lit up his face, bringing forth the movie star persona that so many cameras thrived on.

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Murdoch
Currently wearing this.

Oh, this was one of the things she hated about Queensland. The weather was always so uncomfortable. It was either sunny and hot, cloudy and hot or raining and muggy. Yet again, the weather delivered.

Gylfie stood at the apartment door the Torchwood team had been assigned to. As of yet, no one had turned up and although she hardly minded, her skirt was sticking to the fine layer of sweat on her skin. The tangle of fabric around her knees was becoming unbearably irritating, but she couldn't get changed until they got into the apartment. Where were they?

Slipping her hand into her handbag, she extracted a small phone and checked the time. Roughly three in the afternoon. They were already twenty minutes late.

With a indignant click of her tongue, she crossed her arms and begun tapping her foot. This was getting ridiculous. Scott knew the directions. Scott knew the apartment complex.

"Five more minutes and then I'm leaving," she said, trying to convince herself.

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[Owen Harper]

Owen decided to be quiet. He had respect to the man with the glass eye and the fake arm. The man had stood up for Owen in a brother way. The doctor liked the man that. It was like Jack loved to fool around, but, the words Jack are really hurting Owen in some way. Does Jack realize this?

When the car drove up, he saw Gylfie was about to walk on them. It was possible she gave them six minutes instead five minutes more. She would missed them driving up. Owen saw how hot it was by looking at Gylfie. This was not going to be a Disney trip. He decided to stay in the car and let them settle the car in. God, he was a like a piece of meat. Can’t let Owen be too exposed to the atmosphere because he might be a walking with something that will make him unpleasant to be nearby. How will Toshiko handle that? Will she still insist to be close with Owen? Tosh might have to gear up in a hazard suit to be protected from whatever Owen will have at that time.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Murdoch

The time was ticking away and with each passing second, she was getting much more irritated. However, true to her nature, she was also hit by an overwhelming amount of worry. Where were they? Had they been in a car accident?

She glanced at her phone one more time, checking to see if Jack had called at all. Nothing. Time to go.

Upon looking up, she spotted the black SUV pulling closer. The typical Torchwood vehicle - each one like the next. A dazzling grin spread across her face as she saw it, despite the glare of the sun stinging her eyes. So they were safe, then. That's what mattered.

Making sure not to rip her dress, she raised one arm high above her head and waved, her hand flailing madly in the air.

Keaton

With great precision, Scott parked the SUV and turned the key. The others seemed to have quietened slightly and he vaguely wondered if they realized the had stopped. He looked in the rear-view mirror briefly. Owen seemed to be looking at Gylfie.

Gylfie. Scott's eyes flew to her too, his eyebrows raising when he saw her waving like a crazy woman. Was she really that happy to see them or was she worrying about her hair?

Scott chuckled and opened his door, giving her a small wave in return.

"Hey, love," he called loudly, heading towards the back of the vehicle and popping the boot (Ooc; Or trunk. I don't know what you guys call it.). "Did you miss me?"

He begun pulling out suitcases, not particularly caring about who owned which. There were only three rooms in the apartment. They'd get to the right owner eventually. As he was tugging at a small red laptop bag, he caught a glimpse of the shiny black coffin. It lay half-open, taking up most of the rear of the SUV.

"Oh, Owen," Scott said, not particularly sure how to go about the situation. "How do you propose we get you into the apartment? Do you think you could just run up there? I asked the apartment staff to start the air conditioner before we arrived, so it should be cold."

Harkness

Ooc; I don't particularly want to reply yet for Jack.
I think I'll wait for Galen to reply to Jack before I
move forward with him. In the meantime, Scott
and Gylfie can chat to Owen or something along
those lines.

I just don't want to flood One.