torchwood three

WHO: Monty, Sylar, & Nathan
WHAT: Monty is bored in London and goes for a little trip. Happens to run into an old friends of his uncle in the process.
WHERE: Cardiff

Monty solidified himself back into his full form as he slipped back out of the phone line, shaking off himself to get rid of the excess energy that he'd picked up during the trip and glanced around him slowly to get his bearings. All right, not too far from the center of the city, if he was right. He should go...that way to get to the main shopping district. At least it would give him something to do other than sit on the couch and drop things through the coffee table. It was amusing, but the novelty wore off after awhile.

Tugging the sleeves of his sweater down over his hands, Monty bundled them together, blowing hot air down on them to try and warm them up. And, when that failed, just settled for stuffing his hands into his pockets and speeding them up until the quick moving molecules warm themselves. Now that his body heat problem with solved, he just had to find something to do. Or someone to talk to. Not that chatting up random strangers was something that he did often, but he was always curious whether an American accent worked here the same way that a British one did back home.

WHO: Adric & Sylar
WHAT: Waiting for the New Year & Alice, Adric happens across someone who has something and knows things he really, really shouldn't.
WHERE: The pancake diner

Adric was early. He knew he was early, but he might as well just sit down and wait rather than going outside and pacing around the general area until he wasn't. It didn't hurt that the people in these places were always very interesting to observe, lost in their own little worlds and not noticing most things around them. There was a mother struggling to feed twins without getting food all over the place. An older trucker rambling on to the waitress about something or other while she nodded politely and refilled his coffee cup. A man in his late twenties, early thirties sitting at one of the booths fiddling with....

Adric's eyes narrowed almost instantly at the gadget that the man was working on. He'd seen that before. It was one of the pieces of equipment from the TARDIS. The trans-temporal actuator, if he wasn't mistaken. What was he doing with it? The Doctor would have only let a human touch his TARDIS if he had had no other choice.

Crossing across the diner, Adric hovered next to the man, just waiting to be acknowledged. There was no reason to be forceful.