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Should he just tell her and blow that scientifically driven brain with another razzle dazzle Harkness truth bomb? If there was a story about it, then some form of truth about it existed, at least that's what he'd learned over the unending years. Mmm, then there was that thing...

❛⠀ hold it right there! ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀ travelling with the doctor, clara had grown used to being the subject of a number of strange looks. there was the classic: what the hell is wrong with her. the always charming: i'm trying very hard not to stare at what she is wearing, 18th century dress is so out of season. and her personal favorite: she is a raving lunatic! and a lot more in-between.

the thing is, the woman, and her friends were being really normal about the entire thing. abnormally normal. here she was, holding an alien dog in her arms ( four tails, six legs, seashells for ears ) and the woman was acting like nothing was wrong.

which, in the grand scheme of things, is incredibly suspicious.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

SHE'S ALWAYS FELT A LITTLE ON THE OUTSIDE. too radical for inners, not enough for most belters. she'd thought her place could be on the roci, but then the sample... she thought she could fit on the behemoth, until the missile... still, the ruckus reminds her of the times on tycho. noodles and bars and shitty karaoke. so the questions stemmed mostly from fondness, and maybe a bit of nostalgia. toshiko's arm pulls her out of whatever trip down the memory line her tipsy-induced brain conjured. " get me a couple more drinks and i will start singing, " naomi jokes with a smile, though it is more likely to find her on the dancefloor of a bar. not that she doesn't have a music ear. 9 months of space travel and lots of shitty booze had roped her into a little makeshift band, back on the cant.

CHALLENGERS (2024) PROMPTS / accepting .

@techiko's voice caused her to jump ever so slightly , adrenaline had began to flow through her . . . she was alert , alive and awake . gwen had been minding her own business analysing the latest scans of rift activity , trying to isolate the signals the hub had received yesterday morning . but , there's only so many graphs and maps she could look at in twenty four hours . her back stiffens , shaking her head as if to wake herself . she presents tosh with a softened smile .

❛ facebook ? uh . . . yeah , i am . ❜ she nods softly , offering a reassuring smile before glancing at owen as if to say : what the fuck is this ?! he shook his head before hiding further into the autopsy room . . . thanks , helpful gobshite . she turns back to tosh with some slight concern on her features , slowly raising her brow a fraction of an inch . ❛ why'd you ask ? ❜

slightly worried the technician could hack into all of her data and make an inventory of her life . . . this was the one time she wished to have taken her mother's advice . gwen had struggled in connecting with tosh , they felt like chalk and cheese . . . they were just so abrasive . gwen was no saint , she had been slightly overbearing in her first few weeks and admittedly , she thought she was better than them .

@techiko

It was inevitable, really, that the two of them would end up like this. Even back in their old lives, loneliness clung to them like a second skin that refused to shed. They craved the touch of another to survive this world, and the job that took them over, depriving them of anything close to normality. It was worth it though, to protect the earth, to save all the people they could from the deep reach of space. There was no one more loyal to Torchwood aside from himself than, Toshiko Sato. It almost pained him that she was here with him instead of in 2007, where she could still be doing good. Oh, well. It didn't help to dwell on those thoughts.

The sheets were a tangle, twisted around them and rumpled from sex. It'd been nice, a pleasant distraction from their current situation, and he certainly wouldn't mind repeating it if she wanted to. But now the quiet had returned. Undoubtedly, they were lost in the same chamber of thoughts about home. Did she still think about Owen? Maybe she'd tell him in time, maybe they'd tell each other a lot of things in time given how much of it had fallen into their laps.

His eyes were glued to the roof when he heard her speak up through the silence, and it brought to mind the promise he'd made to her during the blitz, 'I'll look after you.' Jack drew his attention back into reality, turning his head to look at Tosh with a faint smile amidst the mess of hair. "Your wish is my command, ma'am." Rearranging the sheets around him, he turned towards her and shifted closer until they shared the same pillow, faces inches apart. Then, he reached out and soothed a hand over her bare hip, thumb caressing the bone sweetly.

❛ sorry , hang on . . . i'm confused . ❜ shaking her head , typical that the new recruit would end up being clueless . but at least she hadn't released sex gas into the world again , that was a terrible first day . she shrugs , suggesting something far too conventional . ❛ why can't we just ask them rather than hack them or is that too normal ? ❜

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