Pizza Delivery! - Open

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

Berwyn was flipping through page after page of a fashion magazine with his headphones plugging his ears completely. He had decided to come into work early that day, seeing as he had nothing better to do. The entire city bored him immensely, there was simply nothing interesting at all within miles. So, he had decided he really didn't have anything better to do than earn money leaning on the Jubilee Pizza counter reading magazines.

His coworker, Tristan, walked out of the backroom, carrying a large stack of pizzas. "Berwyn, take these to Torchwood, alright?" A quizzical look came across Berwyn's face. "Torchwood? Is that like a band or something?" Tristan returned Berwyn's confused look. "You haven't delivered to them yet? Blimey, they order from here all the time! Don't worry about it though, it's that tourist information center, down by Roald Dahl Pass, you know." The name "Roald Dahl Pass" seemed familiar to Berwyn, but he ignored it. Berwyn groaned as he stood up straight, stuffing his iPod and headphones into his pocket and striding across the room towards Tristan. He gave another grunt of exasperation as he pulled the pizzas from Tristan, and carried them out to his bike. Tristan told him which direction to go, and sent him off.

Berwyn affixed the pizzas to their case on the back of the bike, and hopped onto the seat of the vehicle. He began to peddle off in the direction Tristan had told him, through the busy and winding streets. After a nasty incursion with a loose dog, he finally stopped his bike on the edge of Roald Dahl Pass. "Huh." Just one syllable escaped Berwyn's lips as he looked at the Cardiff Bay landmark. He knew he had heard the name before. A scene of a blue box with electricity bursting forth from it into the sky flashed in front of his eyes for just a moment, and then was gone.

He took the pizzas from the back of the box, and made his way down into the pass. With a bit of searching, he found the building in question. It was tucked on the side of the pass, overlooking the bay. Berwyn walked in, holding the pizzas. "Hello?" he said, at the apparent lack of people. "Anyone here? I have pizzas for..." Berwyn took a look at the ticket. "Torchwood?

[The Second Doctor]

Malcolm Asutian popped out of nowhere, ending up somewhere in Cardiff, near what he recognized as Torchwood. Wearing a tan tee and a pair of jeans, he was well dressed for the summer air of Wales at this time of year. He leaned over and propped his hands on his knees. Down his left arms a watch was visible, glowing blue from it's recent use. It formerly belong to Susan Foreman, a friend he had made a few months prior. Never was good at working it, that one.

The time-traveler's breath was coming out in fast, choppy coughs. He spotted a pizza delivery boy riding his bike near him. Nerdy looking kid, short with messy hair and large glasses, and a uniform on.

"Oi! Where is the uh-" his gaze dropped to the boy's shirt, "-Jubilee pizza place?" he called out.

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

Berwyn was speeding down the street on his bike when he heard a voice call out to him. He quickly skidded to halt, and ended up facing the man, sideways from his bike.

"Oi! Where is the uh-" the man paused for a moment; "-Jubilee pizza place."

Berwyn yelled back to the man. "It's down Lloyd George and right onto Herbert," Berwyn thought for a second. The guy was breathing heavily; he seemed exhausted. "But I'm delivering these to some tourist information center. There can't be more than two people working at the place, so you can have one of these if you want." Berwyn stepped off his bike and grabbed a pizza from the back, walking in the direction of the man to offer him the food. He knew that Tristan would be cross if he didn't get the pizzas to Torchwood soon, but he was a fast biker and the roads were clear, so this pit-stop wouldn't cost him that much.

[Malcolm Asutian]

The pizza kid stopped and walked over to him.

"It's down Lloyd George and right onto Herbert," he answered.

"Ah, thank you very much. I'll head down there now." he said, smiling warmly, his hand subconsciously drifting to his vortex manipulator.

He was just about to ask how much a pizza was, but instead took a pizza from his bike and handed it to Malcolm.

"But I'm delivering these to some tourist information center. There can't be more than two people working at the place, so you can have one of these if you want."

Malcolm accepted it, an pulled a five dollar bill out of his pocket, offering it to Berwyn.
"Only two at Torch-" he stopped talking, "Oh, nevermind."

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

I took the five, not telling him pizzas that size were only one quid, so he had over payed me by fifteen cents. The other man said, "Only two at Torch-" he paused. "Oh, nevermind."

Once again, that name struck me as odd. "See, that name, it's bizarre! Why give a special name to some tourist information center? That's like me calling a welfare office the 'Berwyn D. Gloucester Welfare Office.' It's just weird.

Berwyn suddenly realized something, however. "Wait... how did you know I was going to Torchwood?

[Malcolm Asutian]

"See, that name, it's bizarre! Why give a special name to some tourist information center? That's like me calling a welfare office the 'Berwyn D. Gloucester Welfare Office.' It's just weird.

Malcolm smirked at his exageration.
"So you're Berwyn, ey?" he noticed.

Berwyn appeared to suddenly realize something, however. "Wait... how did you know I was going to Torchwood?

"You said you were going to a tourist info center, didn't you?" he explained.

He took out a slice of pizza.
"Thanks, by the way." he said , smiling, "The pizza, I mean."

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

"You said you were going to a tourist info center, didn't you?" The guy replied to Berwyn's question.

"Oh, I suppose that's the only tourist information place near here..." Berwyn was enjoying conversation with the guy. He seemed a bit other-worldly, and to Berwyn, very interesting.

"Well, you seem to know a lot about the area. What do you know about this oddly named tourist information center? I only ask because it's right next to Roald Dahl Plass; you know, where a lot of that alien stuff seems to happen."

[The First Doctor]

As the two talked, a man in a grey business suit - carrying an attractive redheaded woman dressed in leather in his arms - approached. "Pardon me," he asked. "I seem to be a little turned around. Am I headed in the right direction to get to Roald Dahl Plass?"

The woman moaned a little, clutching at her head.

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

Berwyn had just finished his last sentence when a rather old looking man in a rather odd suit approached himself and the other man.

"Pardon me," the old man said. "I seem to be a little turned around. Am I headed in the right direction to get to Roald Dahl Plass?"

That was when Berwyn noticed the redhead that the old guy was carrying.

"Um, yeah mate." The woman moaned a bit and held her head, Berwyn guessed she was in pain. "I'm headed over there now... I hope you don't mind me asking but is she alright? She looks hurt."

[The First Doctor]

"Um, yeah mate. I'm headed over there now... I hope you don't mind me asking but is she alright? She looks hurt."

"Migraines," the man in the suit replied casually. "Terrible migraines."

She groaned again, and little flecks of orange-gold light sparkled around her fingertips. The man in the suit either didn't notice them, or wasn't concerned.

"That way, you said?" he asked, with a nod of his head. "Thank you."

He walked off in the direction of Roald Dahl Plass.

(OOC: The guy in the suit is the lower right picture of "the Meddler", although Berwyn might just be at that age where anyone who looks over thirty looks old...)

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

(OOC: Oh, sorry! I thought you were the first doctor, haha.)

"Migraines. Terrible migraines," the man said in response to Berwyn's question. Berwyn nodded his head up and down understandingly, figuring it was a better explanation than anything. That's when he noticed some glowing dust floating down from the woman's fingers. He blinked a few times, thinking it was trick of the light, but upon closer inspection he realized that while the cinder-like substance was anomalous, it was also genuine.

"That way you said? Thank you." The man began walking off, as Berwyn still looked at the glowing dust the woman was faintly leaving. "You know that something weird is going on here, don't you?" He told himself, as he scoffed a bit. "What are you talking about, brain?" Berwyn thought in reply." "I mean a person just appeared out of the blue, carrying an unconscious glowing girl, and he's going to where that blue box tore open the sky years ago. You should follow him." Berwyn thought to himself, still watching the man walk off on the sidewalk. "I should, shouldn't I?"

So, with that, Berwyn began to tail the man to Roald Dahl Plass, attempting to stay out of site as he could.

[The First Doctor]

If the man in the suit realized he was being followed, he gave no notice. Most likely, he hadn't noticed. Most of his attention was, after all, being taken up by navigating the busy Cardiff streets while carrying a young woman.

Reaching Roald Dahl Plass, he approached one of the illuminated pillars. Carefully juggling the unconscious woman, he extracted something from his pocket and touched it to the pillar. A crack formed, and a door swung open. Without hesitation he stepped through the seemingly too narrow opening, and vanished from sight.

The door remained open.

[Berwyn Dylis Gloucester]

Berwyn was wary. He wasn't sure if he was a great saboteur, and was fairly surprised to see that the suited man didn't take notice of him, or so it seemed.

Eventually, they reached Roald Dahl Plass. He took a glanced at the spot where the odd blue box once stood, and felt his eyes water concentrating on it. It was as if he didn't want to look there. Berwyn shook his head though, and looked around to see where the man went. There was no sign of him, other than one of the light posts. It was open! Not open like it might be for electric work, but open like a door.

Berwyn cautiously stepped inside the light post, and gasped. It was the size of a room on the inside. He turned to the suited man. "What, what is this place?"

[Owen Harper]

It was one of those days, Owen was observing from below. “When did I become a watch dog?” he sighed, slamming his keyboard down on his desk. One of the keys sprang out. The sound made Owen look to the floor. Great, he needed to get a new key board.

Running, Owen got to the area where the man carrying a woman. “Who in the----“ he stopped himself swearing, for many reasons. Eying the lass in his arms, he had work. Still, he did not know who this bloke was. “Follow me,” he said, gesturing with his hand.

Owen’s wardrobe was all black and he had a left black glove on. This Owen is the walking dead Owen. “Explain me, how you know us?” he was thinking one of the youngsters. He honest really wanted to tie Jack up, shove him in a box, let the rats eat him up and keep repeating that on Jack. Hey, he can’t kill him, but Owen knew ways how he could torture Jack. However, Owen was one of the good guys. He needed Jack. So, Owen was in Jack's debt for keeping him a walking dead. It was wrong, but it was survival for Owen.

"Who is the woman too?" he wanted to know. He heard footsteps. He stopped, turned to the man carrying the woman. "You did not close the door. You let someone follow you?"

[The First Doctor]

The room was large, and hexagonal in shape. The floor and walls were composed of six-sided tiles of what appeared to be light grey granite, with luminous white discs set in the center of each wall tile. The ceiling arched into a dome, nearly twenty feet high at the center.

Dominating the center of the room was a hexagonal control table topped by something resembling an elaborate crystalline chandelier that changed colors - orange to red to black to gold - in time to an unheard heartbeat and in no particular pattern. In the corner to the left of the door sat a Victorian wingback chair and mismatched ottoman. A platform floated to one side of the chair and a coat rack stood on the other. A large gilt-framed mirror hung on the opposite wall, with cables like veins and tree roots writhing from the edges and into the wall.

The door itself was a freestanding archway. On either side, stretching behind it, ramps led up to a large space filled with cases and shelves containing a jumble of oddities and trinkets.

The man in the suit stopped at the sound of voices. "What, what is this place?" gasped one, the voice of the young man who'd given him directions a few minutes back. "You did not close the door. You let someone follow you?" asked a second.

He stopped moving for a moment. "This is a TARDIS, and she obviously wants some company. Wait here, while I see to my niece, and then we can talk."

With that, a door opened in the far wall. There was just time for a quick glimpse of stone-flagged hallways, and then he stepped through and the door closed again.

And there was silence. Except for a distant, rhythmic vibration like the beating of a heart.