The Universe's Mixer

The day was crisp and clear. Only a slight warm breeze made the leaves of the trees move, making the dappled light on the ground below shimmer and dance. Playing shadows over the faces of the playing children and the walking couples in the area.

The Valentine's day spirit had taken up residence in many, and was showing thusly in the store windows. Nobody had yet taken down their decorations. The sales for jewelry and candy went on, with the hope that more would be bought and lavished upon those who were loved and loving.

There was a man carrying balloons for sale. A woman carrying a basket of assorted flowers that never seemed to empty, no matter how many of her beautiful wares were bought. Another man pushing an ice cream cart, and a lady in a colorful outfit giving out free cotton candy and selling roasted nuts. There were performers of every sort. People on stilts, people juggling. A fire breather, yes, right in the middle of it all, carefully showing what she could do. A belly dancer dancing around in a circle, a sword swallower doing his thing in the middle of that circle. It was almost like a circus, this show for the lovers.

It seemed as if everything was greener. The sky bluer. The flowers more radiant and filled with scent. The water of the lake clearer, with paddle boats and row boats gliding over it's surface easily. The birds sang sweeter. All was perfect.

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Simon had gone home happy, or content. He'd had a few good days at work; he'd spent a nice evening at Jennifer's, and it looked as if he might be doing something right for a change. Hell, the watch dog nurse assigned to him even seemed to be on the upswing when it came to moods. So, after saving a few lives, helping deliver a baby or two, even reassuring some poor kid that, no, he was not going to go blind after enjoying...personal time - very awkward discussion that one, and Simon did have to wonder if that rule applied in the City - the good Doctor Tam went home in a very decent mood. He didn't even mind the rather ridiculous people around him; there were couples galore, and they were certainly affectionate. He even thought he saw someone who looked a lot like Jennifer making out with some other woman, but then it couldn't be Jennifer.

It looked like even the doorman was having a happy, loving day because the man was busy getting cozy with Mrs. Applebottom, the poodle-happy octogenarian on the 3rd floor. Strange, but Simon wasn't going to comment; he wasn't going to think to hard about it. He was going to get in the elevator and ride to his apartment; then he was going to call Jennifer to see if she wanted to have dinner. They were going to have an actual dinner. That had been the plan anyway.

Instead, the City in the form of one majorly ugly Cupid decided to step in. Or fly in as the case may be. Dr. Tam was certainly hit by the arrow, but the elevator doors closed before Simon could see who hit him. When he tried finding whatever it was, nothing presented itself. He shrugged and waited for the elevator to start moving. He had pushed the right floor button, right?

Gwen had been on a simple mission for coffee and to start getting the cover aka coffee house set up for Torchwood when it happened. She ended up chasing after a flying person shooting arrows at people,"Well at least its more orignal than weevils!" as she dove into an alley mid chase. She spotted a nearby building so as she turned to see if there was anyone inside was when Cupid's arrow struck the younger woman,"Your aim is worse than Owen on a bad day!" as she dove inside to avoid more flying arrows. She was trying to pull the arrow now loged in her shirt when she felt something she could not explain, whoever crossed her path would be in for a suprise to say the least. "Anyone see anything crazy in the last couple of hours?" she called, hoping someone would answer her.