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Post by Owen Harper on Aug 26, 2011 0:14:56 GMT -5
ooc OWEN IS ALIVE not dead man & AND NO NEW TW members PLEASE! Okay? Sorry. Owen was sitting at his desk. He was tired from work. It was slow. Tapping his pen against his leg, he was listening of everyone doing work. “Why don’t we go and do something?” he asked them.
“Tosh, did you mention the pool contest we should have as a group?” he asked. It was supposed to be Owen and Toshiko, but, Owen took that date part to an event for the group. He did owe Tosh a date, but, it was fun to go out as a team. “What? I do like to go out with you chaps and have some crack! (Crack means FUN)”
“So?” he asked, he was looking at everyone. “
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Aug 26, 2011 0:28:33 GMT -5
Gwen was at her terminal. On one screen was several windows, one with CCTV, one with the computer's terminal open, and one with some random numbers flying by. Honestly, no one had really told her what the random numbers meant, but it wasn't up to her to find out. She had a sneaking suspension that they were just there to look pretty.
On the other screen, a picture of Rhys was tucked in the corner of the monitor. She smiled at his picture. He had been so understanding... well mostly understanding... well surprisingly not hostile about her long hours ever since she took on this job, and even didn't completely demand an explanation of what her job was. Honestly, he was exceeding her expectations.
Gwen and Rhys, interestingly enough, had agreed on dinner that night; he had made reservations at this little posh place in downtown Cardiff that just opened up. The chef had a Michelin Star and all. She was just finishing up her work when Owen said something.
"Why don't we go and do something? Tosh, did you mention the pool contest we should have as a group? What? I do like to go out with you chaps and have some crack! So?" Gwen looked around her computer's edge at Owen, looking nonchalant and handsome as ever at his own desk. She bit her lip, and thought it over. Rhys had worked really hard for that reservation... but it was important to do things as a group with her coworkers... right? Gwen quickly dismissed the idea however that she wanted to spend time with Owen, and flicked out her phone.
"Wrkng l8. Sry. <3 U : )" Gwen quickly typed on her phone, though before sending decided to remove the smiley. Smileys are gross. She placed her phone in her purse, and stood up while pulling on her jacket. "I'll go!" Gwen smiled, waiting for the others' replies.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Aug 26, 2011 5:09:41 GMT -5
It had been a fairly relaxed day so far. No weevils, ghosts or other monsters had been sighted.
And Jack finally had found his time to start on the massive amounts of paper work.
His desk filled with the reports and notes he still needed to read.
Jack had been at it all night and couldn't believe he was actually stuck to a desk doing paper work.
According to the fun side of his mind he shouldn't even be there, but the responsible part of his head told him not to move an inch before the work was done.
When he heard Owen call out he let out a quiet sigh.
'Great, temptation' he thought to himself. Then again, those papers wouldn't walk away would they?
And he had been at it all night, didn't he deserve a break?
The immortal got up from his desk and walked out of his office, a few papers still in his hands as he read the last note.
"Owen, did I hear you talk about fun?"
The cheeky smile returned to his face as soon as he stepped out of his 'office'
"You know we're Torchwood right? We're not supposed to have fun" He flashed the man a smile before looking down at his team.
"Tosh, any rift activity we should be monitoring? Or do we have some time for Owen's fun?"
Right that moment his responsible part of the mind was tossed right out. He needed some distraction.
Those papers were going to be the end of him.
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