Hardships of an alien (open to torchwood team)

[Simon]

Simon had fallen asleep at the coffee machine. He'd been refusing to sleep in the last few nights, due to his nightmares. His species could go with out sleep for at least 2 days, but he hadn't slept in 5 days. He was also having trouble adjusting to life in torchwood. Owen had teased him mercileslly, and some of the others were ignoring him.He felt like he had on his home planet.

Simon whimpered in his sleep and then he woke up in a hurry, as a weeping angel had been about to get him in his nightmare. He rubbed his eyes, sighing. He had been giving some training in basic martial arts and gun training in the last couple of days but he was having trouble concentrating now. He had been razor sharp in his sessions, but now he felt exhausted. He slapped his cheek gently, trying to stay awake.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Gylfie is currently wearing this and this.

Touring the countryside of Wales had been marvelous fun for Gylfie. Although she was still on duty, the joy and contentment she felt at seeing the wonderful scenery never ceased to amaze her. She had never stopped working - attending small gatherings to quench rising suspicions, studying the odd piece of space-junk, reporting back to Jack on UFO sightings - but this had been the most carefree job she had ever had. If anything, the tour had been nothing more than a one-woman trip around the rolling hills and quaint villages of Wales.

But now she was back in Cardiff and living under the same dark roof that she always did. The homely owner of the motel knew not to disturb the young Australian woman. She knew not to inquire about the strange cloaked man who often visited, nor the weird parcels he left behind. She knew not to offer to clean her room or clear her trash. That was all done under the cover of night.

Gylfie had been back for four days. Not once had she been permitted to leave her room. According to Jack, she was under quarantine. From what? Who knew! The bits and pieces Gylfie found were whisked away to the archives before anyone had the chance to analyze them. However, today was her day of freedom.

She wobbled into the Hub on unsteady legs. The cog door rolled shut behind her, but the Hub seemed to be empty. There was the usual taptaping and steady dripping, but she couldn't hear the beeps of Toshiko's computer or the whoosh of the coffee machine.

"Yoohoo!" She said cheerfully, moving around to the tea area. A slumped form greeted her. "Hello? Simon? Simon!"

She rushed forwards, throwing her satchel onto the ground and touching his shoulder. His usually fresh face looked exhausted - the face of a weary sixty year old man. It was hard to tell if this was caused by something alien or just a general lack of basic needs. He looked tired, and his troubled moaning alerted her to the fact that he was simply unconscious, not dead.

Oh, my poor boy, what's wrong? She thought sadly, stroking his brown hair. She considered him as her child, what with having found him that first night. Simon was her ward, her responsibility. She couldn't stop feeling that way after having only had him here for a month or two.

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[Simon]

Simon had fallen asleep again when gylfie rushed over. He woke up, tears in his eyes. He had just relieved the day he had been sent away from the time war. Before he had left, he had seen his parents get exterminated. He looked at gylfie and offered a weak smile. He said "Hi gylfie. How was wales?" He rubbed his eyes, and tried to look like his usual self, but he was too tired. He said "Do you want coffee or tea?"

[gylfie2]

Ooc; I'm just going to write for Jack now, because I'm in
this account. He might join later, but for now, he's just watching.

Jack heard the commotion from his office and moved to the railing of the level. He caught Gylfie just as she approached Simon, watching silently as she tried to wake him. This had been happening a lot of the past couple of days. Jack urged Simon to get home and sleep for as long as possible, but the younger man refused. Apparently, his species could last longer without rest, but it was obvious that Simon was pushing his boundaries.

And just as Ianto and Toshiko had tried to wake him, Gylfie did it with a caring touch. She didn't tease him or sneer when Simon passed out, she only tried to help. Gwen only ever looked on with pity, but left Simon to his own devices. Owen teased him mercilessly. To be honest, Jack avoided the Invisiblate too, but he still considered the boy a member of the team and a handsome one at that.

But Gylfie... Jack thought softly, watching as Simon was finally awakened. She's like a mouse. I must talk to Torchwood Australia. They hardly treat her right.

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[Owen Harper]

Down in the autopsy work station, Owen turned around to the dead Weevil carcass on the gunnery, Owen decided to call quits. He placed the autopsy knife down on the table stand next to him. He untied the strings to the disposable green apron, pulling the apron off and he laid the apron over the sheet that was over the dead alien.

Owen slid the latex gloves off and he tossed them in the bin. He gone to the wash station and washed his hand. He saw Jack was staring at Ianto’s station. The look he saw from Jack looked like concern. Was Ianto back from his errand?

Drying his hands, he walked up the stairs and he saw Gylfie comforting the newbie. “Suds,” he said. Giving a loud yawn, Owen stretched his arms out. He was nice and loud to let people know he was there. It was a ‘hi’ in a way.

Walking by Ianto’s coffee station, Owen came to Gylfie and Simon. His dark eyes looked at Gylfie, “We told you there are no ghosts pets allowed here,” he tossed his damp towel on Simon’s head. "While you are at the station. I sure can use a hot coffee." He did not say anything at Simon. It was like he was ignoring the boy all together and he was being honest not to hide it.

[Simon]

Simon pulled the towel off his head in anger. He was exhausted, and when he was this tired, his emotions were harder to control. He made the coffee for owen and gave it to him. He said "Here you go." He was trying not to lose his temper completly. He rubbed his eyes. He was beginning to hate owen, and he didn't want to hate anyone he would be working with. Just, owen pushed simon's buttons.

Simon felt like he was about to fall asleep again, but he slapped his cheek to keep himself awake. Simon smoothed a crease out of his denim jacket he was wearing. He was also wearing a grey shirt, and blue jeans. He'd been trying to dress casually, but it wasn't the easiest thing for him. He said "Anything else owen?" All simon felt like giving was a punch in the mouth. He tried to push the though of punching owen out of his head and looked around, wondering if there was anymore work for him to do.

[The professor]

The professor's tardis was acting wierd. He hadn't landed in any of the right places lately, and he was worried. He was trying to land in cardiff, but he didn't know if he would land in the right time. The tardis stopped making the nose it made whenever it landed, and he ran to the door of the tardis, and opened it.

The professor stepped out, and looked around. He was in some sort of technological hub. He looked at his tardis and groaned. The last place he had been was london, 2002, and the tardis had become a phone box. It was stuck that way, but the windows of this one were tinted, which was a good thing.

The professor knew the chamelion circuit would burn out eventually, but he didn't want it to get stuck this way. He looked around, and saw simon. He said "Simon! Good to see you boy!" The professor smiled, but he saw some other people here. He said "Where am i?"

[Simon]

Simon's eyes widened as he heard the noise he had heard only a few months ago, on angelus maxus. He saw a london phone box materialize in the middle of the hub, and some papers blew away from the middle of the hub. Simon saw the professor step out of his tardis. The professor looked a bit older than he had on angelus maxus.

Simon waved at the professor and heard his question. He said "Professor, your in the hub of torchwood three." He then called out to jack "Jack, this is the professor. He's a time lord. I worked with him a few months ago, on a planet called angelus maxus. We were attacked by weeping angels." Simon suddenly felt terrified, as the memory of the angels came back.

[Owen Harper]

Owen pulled his hand away. “Watch it,” he said shaking his hand. “Pouring hot coffee on me is a big mistake!” he growled, he took the coffee. “Idiot can’t serve coffee.”

Walking off with his coffee, he got to his work station. He placed the cup near his pile of paper work. The papers got blown off his desk when the loud sound gone off and alarming Owen to grab his gun from his desk. He quickly pointed the gun out the stranger who recognized Simon.

Owen glared at Jack, “Are we running vacant hotel here? Why did Ianto did not inform me we have more guests? I would have housekeeping to get a vacant room ready."

[The professor]

(OOC: For this rp, i am gonna roleplay both simon and the professor through one account. Just letting you know, so it won;t be inconvenient.)

The professor glared at the man who held a gun, and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. He pointed it at the man, and said "I wouldn't shoot if i was you." The professor then pointed his screwdriver as his TARDIS and activitated the sonic. The doors were already closed, and they locked. He looked at the man and said "I'm a friend of simons."

Simon nodded and said "Owen, don't shoot him. He's a friend of mine." Simon walked over to the professor, and he rubbed his eyes, indicating his tiredness. He said "Gylfie, Owen, Jack, this is my friend, the professor." The professor smiled and said "Hello everyone." He unlocked the tardis again, in case he had to go anywhere soon.

The professor smiled at the man who had pointed the gun at him, but the smile was forced. The professor was thinking of the prediction he had been given. He was going to die soon. He knew, due to him being a time lord, he would survive, but he couldn't help think that this incarnation would die. He said "Are there any crisis's happening?" The professor thought the tardis must have brought him here for a reason.