Feb. 6th, 2011

[identity profile] makerofimage.livejournal.com
[Willy's slipper clad foot hits the edge of the table and hard enough to jolt the blackberry on. He's hopping around on one foot and holding it against his chest.]

Ouch! Mother ffffff-frosted raspberry plastic button!

[His eyes hadn't even looked to see the device on but hey, he's too busy hopping around.]

Donuts grapefruit juicing zombie markers!

[It's hard to tell if he's stringing just random words together or if he's cursing from the pain.]
[identity profile] eugene-watson.livejournal.com
[Gene sat in the music room for a good ten minutes thinking about the responsibilities that lie ahead and how much work that still needed to be done. A thick folder sat next to him that contained a possible curriculum, syllabus of each proposed class and a list of possible students which pretty much meant the entire population of The Manor. Organization was the key but he knows that he will meet with resistance by some.

After he collected his thoughts, he lifted his guitar, Sarah Lyn, on his lap and tuned up. It was about time he played to clear his head. With Eddie gone, things didn't feel the same to him. Still, he was going to continue his tasks as promised and pass it along to the next one that he deemed worthy for the assignment....which may take a long time. All good things took persistence and patience.

The tune he played was a simple one to start as a warm-up before he went to his more rigorous routines. Strong fingers gripped the frets with gentle precision.]
[identity profile] lone-defender.livejournal.com
[Traveling with the Doctor, it is all but a physical impossibility to experience a truly boring or dull day. One would think, throughout the universe, there were boring days aplenty...but in Rose's experience, the TARDIS seemed only to zoom in on the really interesting ones.

Torchwood is proof that's exactly what the TARDIS did, because it is
fully capable of mind-numbingly boring days, and even as a field agent there are days full of nothing but paperwork.

Today is not one of the boring days. There are rifts erupting all over London and swallowing groups of people, and no one can quite pinpoint why. One of the scientists holed up in the lab has a theory, though, and that's why she's out today instead of at the Tower trying to find answers. There's a disturbance in a part of the city that the tech thinks is the prelude to a rift, and they want devices monitoring it. She's volunteered to be the one to do it just to get a look at the rift to see if she can suss it out.

...Unfortunately, the estimation of the Torchwood scientist is off. The rift, when it opens is right on top of where she's stationed across the street. She's just able to radio for help and glimpse the dark maw of the rift's innards before everything cuts out.

And she awakes with a start in a bed that's certainly not her own. She's still dressed properly, so the disorientation doesn't last too long. It's clear that
somehow the rift has connected her to another point in space--or another point in time, but she's hoping it's just space at this point.

If that's so, that meant that the other people who vanished might have been brought here too...and if someone's behind this, they might just be around here as well. So, with a brief glance about the room she's in and a note to come back and explore it later, she makes her way out to explore the rest of the house and find anyone else who might have been swept up by the rogue rifts.]

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