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I'm free from the clutches of the medlab! I've missed you guys and well I need company in the worst way. Just let me get a couple of hours of decent zzz's and I'll be witty cute me again :)

Gwen

PS: Is my gun back in its hiding place post cleaning? I'm getting my ring back too.

Gwen Cooper was offically bored out of her skull, she was herself again and to be honest she was chomping at the bit to escape. All that was missing was Owen to smart off to and well to be kinda honest she missed that. She also wanted her engagement ring back and to make sure her gun was still under her matress back upstairs. But for now she was back to puzzle books,boatloads of movies and simply wanting her own clothes and her ring back.

Layla, Lucas and Ianto had made it to the clinic, this is the second or third new member they have brought to the clinic for a small medical and paper work. Little did they know that Ianto and Jack had a major history with one another. Gwen was there too, but she was pretty much under quarantine, Jack could go see her at will, he never got sick. Although, Ana speculated he must be tired with getting the proverbial "Hose Down" everytime he came to the clinic for a visit. Once Jack and Ianto meet, they can talk from there and Lucas and Layla will melt into the background until later on.

(OOC Con't from this thread:http://asylums.insanejournal.com/chaos_cube/83320.html?thread=4601208&style=mine#t4784248 (Ianto arrives) and this thread: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/chaos_cube/83998.html(Jack is visiting Gwen)

Gwen Cooper, OTA
Medlab
Gwen's Getting a Little Stircrazy

Gwen Cooper was going stircrazy, no doubt about that. As she was perched atop the medlab bed playing with a few of the hunches she and Owen were working on and trying not to let on her real feelings (that aspect saved for Jack,Martha and Ianto of course) she heard something nearby. Gwen called,"Only me, just a semi stir crazy version". But she was looking a lot better than before with color back in her face,the shivering having finally gone away and the drip was down to bearable levels.

Ironic was her missing Owen and his wisecracks, that kept her sane. "But a shower would be nice, I look like something a weevil spit out" going for a lame joke. The lack of sleep was not helping things and it was just from stress this time around. Gwen just had a way of worring herself into sleepless nights and the occasional massive headache. But as she started work on an entry in her private journal she got wind of the lockdown and could only write a few words *see Gwen's journal* before crying herself to sleep.

Lee Adama and Gwen Cooper
Medlab (part of Mixer)
One bored out of her wits lady cop/member of Torchwood meets someone new

Gwen was bored out of her wits and Jack was not due back for a visit for a few more hours. "Another day and no new clues besides what Owen and I found" meaning the alien flu that landed her in the medlab for a once-over. But unlike a few weeks before their was color in her face again, the shivering was just about gone and besides some nagging postnasal drip she was pretty much in one piece again. "Way too sunny out,this place needs some fog and a freak thunderstom or two" thinking of Cardiff and of Rhys. She scribbled a note about what could have gotten her and Owen sick when she heard footsteps nearby and out of habit reached for her gun, forgetting it was back in her room and very well hidden from all nosy eyes (minus Jack,Martha and Ianto of course).

Gwen meekly was following orders and sat inside the clinic. She had finally gotten over the worst of whatever had knocked her and Owen flat but was trying to tell herself this was just being on the safe side. "Hello boring weekend of doom" she tried to joke to make herself feel better about this. She had the sheet with all the info and was hoping Jack would be willing to play notetaker since her handwriting was not all that great to start with. She had bagged the gloves from when she arrived since all she had then was jeans, a couple of t-shirts and her winter coat.

She also felt for the notebook which had been acting as a bit of unoffical info in case Jack needed to get this back to the Hub. Outside of not having slept so great due to worry Gwen looked like she was herself again.

A nice day, Martha had decided, required iced tea. Only this time, she thought, ones that didn't  have alcohol in them.

With a snort to herself, she set her finished drink down, and lay back on the towel that served as her surface for a bit of sunbathing, closing her eyes and soaking up the rays in a bikini top and shorts - namely the shorts she'd gotten the day she'd run into Jack at the Boutique and had him critique their fit. Not that there'd been much critiquing...

She had to give Here a bit of credit; the chances that she'd ever get a break from Torchwood long enough to do this were just about non-existent. No more thinking, she decided at that point. Just lots of enjoying the warm sun against her skin.

Who: Gwen Cooper, OTA (but especially Who-verse friends)
When: Sometime that afternoon
Where: The library then outside
Status: Incomplete

Between Gwen and Owen Harper they had a decent idea what had gotten them both sick,"It has to be an alien version of the flu!" as she chose a couple of books to take outside. Since they were using voicemail as a way to exchange ideas and hunches it had taken them several days to get this far in the research and Gwen was due to drop another one the next day. "But since it is rather nice out I'll read outside today" after grabbing a few tissues to deal with some leftover postnasal drip (she's not catching anymore, just a few minor leftover problems now that time will tend to).

In jeans,t-shirt and trainers(very banged up ones) with her ring on a chain around her neck Gwen went outside, books in tow. "Maybe I can get a little more insight on this bug for Owen" opening one of the books and her notebook to track ideas and hunches. Of course Gwen being Gwen she was hoping to pick up a few more things about Here in the process.

Jack and Martha,

Was finally able to talk to Owen, he is thinking he and I both got hit by some alien version of the flu. That might explain why its taken me so long to recover, only a hunch but he was out of sorts for about the same period I was.

Gwen

Who: Martha, Jack and Gwen (ooc: plotlocked)
Where: Room 104.

Martha hops out of her shower and dresses in a simple top and a pair of jeans. She towel dries her hair next, and then pulls it back into a simple ponytail before checking her watch. She has about five minutes before Jack and Gwen are scheduled to arrive at her door, and leaves her bedroom to take a seat on her sofa and wait.

(ooc: order - Jack, Gwen, Martha OR Gwen, Jack, Martha depending on who comments first.)

Gwen -

Got a hold of Jack. We're set for tomorrow at noon, in my room.

Martha

It's not really all that surprising to Martha that after a short walk on the grounds, she finds herself at the Boutique, browsing the racks. For one thing, she loves clothes, when she gets a chance to shop - not that this could be considered shopping. For another, she really does love clothes. Then, there's the notice she found on her door. According to what she read, the weather was going to change soon, and she'd rather be ready for the warmth than not.

She pulls a pair of shorts off a rack and considers keeping them.

Gwen Cooper was huddled in her suite with one hand on her gun, the cop in her had taken over by a landslide. The idea of a shower like this had her on guard, even know she knew there was nothing like the Rift within Here. "But a girl has to be careful, this place might have a Rift of some kind" keeping one hand on the pistol. She could hear the screaming and wished someone was nearby, if only for the company at this point.

The only sound that could be heard was her occasionally trying to clear her nose, blame postnasal drip for that one folks. "Wonder if Jack or Martha are watching the show?" she mused to herself,making a note to finally see about clothes and maybe nasal meds after this was over.

But with her gun close by Gwen moved over to a window to watch the falling stars, all the while missing Rhys by the minute.

Anyone got a good cure for postnasal drip? It's driving me crazy but I'm pretty much over the flu otherwise.

Gwen Cooper

*Gwen scribbles in her room number just to be on the safe side, otherwise only Jack and Martha would know about the Beacon Beacons induced nightmares*

Who: Gwen Cooper, OTA
Where: Somewhere near one of the resturants
What: One going stir crazy ex cop anyone?

Gwen had enough of sitting around so she decided to go explore the residence. Going on her basic post explosion notes she had located a couple of the bars and the library. "Next mission besides more tissues" since she was down to postnasal drip complete with the sour stomach,"Finding some clothes, I only packed for a 2 day Weevil hunt!" she joked to herself as she slung a drink from the water bottle she had located.

But now anyone could see she had basically gotten herself lost.

Who: The Doctor, OTA
Where: The Library
What: Uh, a bored Time Lord is never a good thing...

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The Doctor sat in his chair in the library, surrounded by piles of books. He was sitting oddly, sideways with his long legs draped over the arm, and one arm lying limp by his side as the other held a book on front of his face.

He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, his suit jacket is in a crumpled heap on the floor, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up. His hair is sticking up at bizarre angles and there is a dangerous glint in his eyes underneath the glasses perched on his nose.

He really isn't as scary as he looks, but anyone who approaches him should be prepared for slightly more manic rambling than usual.

Physically on the mend, mini team meeting? I have questions and not many answers.

Gwen

Who: Jack Harkness and OTA (Who/TW Folk and Anyone Else)
Where: Outside in the snow.
When: Still daylight.
Summary: So much has been destroyed. Jack decides to build something.
Rating: He might swear, so let's make it 'R' to be careful.


"Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures."

~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 35th President of the United States (1961-63), 1917 - 1963


The sun is shining. Jack takes that to be a sign that he should get outside and once there, he admires the snowmen that have been created and decides he's going to do something himself. He isn't sure what, so he flops onto his back in the snow and makes an angel. He stands carefully, shakes the snow from his coat, and draws a halo above the head with two fingers. Standing back to admire his work, he nods slightly. It'll do, but he wants to create something. He isn't going to compete with the army of snow people, and one can only make so many snow angels...

He could use some tools, but doesn't want to stop to get any. Instead, he picks a likely area of deep snow, away from the residence just enough that it won't interfere with the generation of snow people. He plunges his hands into the snow and starts to dig.

Gwen had somehow pulled it off, she had gotten both Owen and Rhys within the ten minutes of airtime. The emotional call was to Rhys and even she had been trying not to cry in the midst of her illness. But the call to the hub and Owen had gotten some possible insights and talk of him,Ianto and Tosh using the riff to get her,Jack and Martha back. For now Gwen had talked Owen out of it but to keep it on the back burner. "You may have to do it just not right now, we'll find a way home" as she wrapped up the call to the hub.

"But he's waiting for me, that's huge" as Gwen let rip another nasty round of sneezing. She had figured she had gotten Owen's flu but its more, she does have a chest infection along with the flu. To anyone that picked that moment to check on her Gwen does look as miserable as she feels, the added infection not helping things. She went to making notes from her talk with Owen in her ongoing journal, any clue was a good clue right now. She was whispering to herself thanks to a sore throat,"Wonder if Jack and Martha have any clues about this place?"

Tim has been, well, bored lately. It's generally a bad idea for Tim to get bored. Last time he did, he created the skate rugs. This time...

He waits for sunset. It seems like it'll be the most dramatic time of day for this specific adventure. Anyone who cares to look will see our dear sweet Tim outside, trudging through the snow with a grin on his face.

Taking his place at the edge of the lake, away from the boathouse and new ship, Tim slips out his wand. (Six inches, black oak, core made from the hair of a god. Remember, it's not the size of the wand, it's how you use it.) He frowns for a moment at the lake, then smiles. He raises the wand, grinning.

To anyone in the residence, the sound of instruments tuning up will be heard. Anyone who ignores them will not hear anything else that transpires, but anyone who listens in will find the following piece broadcasting from any glass surface. Fun with magic.

The music plays for a few moments, allowing people to tune in or out as they wish, before the words begin pouring forth. Tims wand moves in time to the music.

Is this the real life- Is this just fantasy- Caught in a landslide- No escape from reality- Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see- I'm just a poor boy,i need no sympathy- Because I'm easy come,easy go, A little high,little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me

Even as Tim gestures, the words pour forth from the various surfaces, mirrors, windows and the like, as good as Freddie Mercury ever sang it. In the lake, the water is moving,not in a gentle current, but building up. Humps of water raise upwards a good five feet before sliding back down to normal. Columns rise upwards to rotate and then fade away, all in time to the steady music.

(Tim, of course, makes sure not to disturb anyone who might be on the lake. He is polite.)

Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now hes dead, Mama,life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry- If I'm not back again this time tomorrow- Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

The song is more then just words now. Tim is pouring everything into it Letting all the emotion this song needs to contain into it. If one closes ones eyes, they might almost see the scenes being described, understanding how someone could come to such a sorry state.

Too late,my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Bodys aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

And this next bit take the emotions up a step, not so sad anymore, maybe a ray of hope shining through. The water becomes a little more regimented, squares of water popping up to the music, forming complex patterns that might just be chaos at work. And always the showman, Tim lets a bolt of lighting cross the sky when it's mentioned.

I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo,galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro-magnifico- But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me- He's just a poor boy from a poor family- Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go- Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go- Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go no, no, no, no, no, no, no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go- Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

For a moment, there is quiet. Just long enough for anyone not familiar with the song to think it's over.

Tim uses that moment to remove his sunglasses, storing them in a pocket. A slow grin makes it's way onto his face, one might even say an evil grin. Then he throws the horns with his free hand, his wand darting out to encourage the water into a fierce and wild dance to celebrate the end of the song. Hell, he even throws in some headbanging.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me..


And with that everything is calm. Which is when Tim takes the opurtunity to let everyone know what the hell is going on. "Ladies and gentlemen of Here, that was Bohemian Rhapsody by none other then Queen. And me? Well, I'm Tim Hunter rocking out here on Kay You Bee Eee, the Kube, a completely unofficial radio station for Here. If you want to request a song, just say Tim, and make your request, and I'll see about getting it out there for everyone to hear. Got a question to put to the general populace of Here? Go ahead and say Tim and ask your question. In fact, feel free to try anything here! This is a brand new show, we love call ins, and your participation, and well, interest, will decide whether I do this again."

Tim sits back, gazing up at the residence, still broadcasting. "So , people of the Residence, what do YOU wanna here? I'm Tim Hunter, and I'll be here 'till either everyone tells me to shut up, or the Manager shuts me down. Gimme a call, we'll get things done. Next up on the play list, we have a favorite of mine, Baby Got Back, by Sir Mix a lot! Oh, and hold on just a minute..."

Tim slips his sunglasses back on with a grin and a nod. An alarm spell is going off. Excellent. "Little birdie just whispered in my ear, we've got phone lines home open for the next five minutes, so make your calls home, then give me a call, and we'll chat!"


((OOC:totally just doing this to see what comes of it. Thread hopping encouraged, feel free to make what use of this you want to.))