Wholock RP Blog for group, thetardisirregulars. The Doctor has made himself human to try and lay low for a while and keep an eye on his old friend Jack Harkness.
ooc: Psssssst, Ty, hey Ty, you know how John and Sam need to meet? Yes? Yes? Good.
Cardiff. Earth. Sol 3, one of the most underdeveloped planets in the three galaxies and one of the last to really go out there and latch itself onto the universe. But once it did, it never stopped. Humanity raced on for eons and eons, existing far throughout time and space into the forwards and back of the universe. It had to be somewhere, anywhere, that it hadn’t been before. Natural curiosity, of course, who wouldn’t want the chance to see every bit f the universe if they had the chance?
If someone had told Jack that he would join the Time Agency, travel with the most amazing man, see the whole of time and space and hold stars in his eyes, and then be dumped here for hundreds of years, he would never have left Boeshane. He tells himself that every time a human does something stupid; every time someone messes with a timeline without knowing, or someone thinks they are above the universe and tries to ruin something that has to happen. Basically, every day Torchwood has an assignment. But, when it came down to it, he knows that he would still have gone out there and seen everything, if only for those moments with the Doctor, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, all of them. For those moments with Estelle and John Hart, with Gwen and Ianto, with Tosh and Owen.
If someone told him how many people he would come to know, how many things he could get to experience, he would still have gone into the stars just for them.
It had been another quiet day at Torchwood 3, a rarity in itself, but becoming increasingly more frequent as the months wore on. John and Gray had done something to the Rift in order to jump as often as they did, that was for sure, but what exactly had occurred was still being processed by Tosh’s database. The empty desk was never sat in, but it was constantly used. Tosh had bestowed upon them the gift of all of her intellect before she had died, and they cherished it like humans did with rain in a drought. They kept her favorite mug in place; papers skewed the way she liked as well. That was more Ianto than either of the other members, but they knew that the two had been close and said nothing about it.
As for honoring Owen, well, they still ordered pizza under the name of Torchwood.
Gwen and Ianto had been gone for hours, and they should be. It was nearly two am, and soon dawn would be up on the horizon. Jack sat at his desk, eyes blurring the words on the alight screen so they meant absolutely nothing to him. He was working for the sake of working now; trying to keep calm and carry on. Team members were lost all the time, which he was used to. But it didn’t mean he didn’t feel it in his forever beating heart when it happened.
The task he was faced with now was finding a replacement. Without an active medic they were doomed should a particularly dangerous race come soaring their way, and with the amounts of dangerous races out there, he should be praying to whatever god humans worship every night. If one laser gun blast were to go astray, or one claw were to slip out of place, or one poisonous gas were to be released, he could lose Gwen and Ianto both. Not that losing them mattered, but he’d rather not continue his already high body count. And besides a medic, they needed another genius to help operate the Rift Monitor. Of course, finding another person like Tosh was impossible, but they had to try for the sake of the team.
He leaned back in his chair, losing himself in his thoughts, eyes slowly drifting into a small slumber. He hadn’t slept in a few days, despite the lack of activity or anything to do. Maybe he could take a quick nap, and then get back to seeing if he could get into UNIT’s database to find someone who might interest him.
But it seemed the night had other plans for him, as Jack was jolted awake by the blaring alarm downstairs. He shook slightly, wiping a hand haphazardly across his eyes as he stood and jogged down to the desk to see what was going on. He blinked the remnants of slumber to clear his head away and stared at the readings.
Light, humanoid in shape, perfect location and size for a Weevil.
A good distraction from the pressing duties of Leader.
Jack swept on his coat and was out the door, stun gun in hand, before he could let himself even consider leaving it be. That was functioning around Torchwood these days; do it as soon as possible before you think about it. It was the only way things seemed to get done the right way anymore, and so he was going to stick with it.
Forgoing the van, Jack took to the streets, pale Cardiff lights illuminating his way in the weakest of manners.
It looked like it was going to be another long night.
It took half an hour, but Jack’s wrist strap finally picked up the signal of the Weevil near some down street too far south for his liking. The van would’ve been a lovely idea right about now. He crossed a few wandering people, late night party-goers were nothing uncommon to him, and headed down a narrow alleyway, gun sliding into his hand naturally. The feel of the cold metal was as familiar to him as the breath of life by this point. It shouldn’t have been, by all accounts, but I was, and that was his way of life.
With a slow breath Jack gripped the handle of the gun tight, cocking it and raising it near him. Weevils were always a nasty sort, better to have the defense up first and the offense to come later. He took a few cautious steps, looking at his strap every so often to see that the Weevil was still in place. It was just around the bend, and he could hear its rapid, shallow breaths. There was something else with it, but he chose to ignore it for the time being. Hopefully it wasn’t another kill.
He pointed his gun around the loop first, then bringing his body in a swing around—
—only to see that he and the Weevil were not alone.
Before him stood the obvious sight; the Weevil in question, hunched over with its teeth bared, upper lip curled into a usual snarl. But behind it, in front of him, was a man.
The man was skinny, quite frail looking, in all honesty. In the dim lighting overhead Jack could see he was carrying a case, probably something of a personal effect. It’s not like the Weevil would follow him for it. The man looked for the entire world like a victim of circumstance. Thank god he had gotten to him on time.
“Hey,” he called, nonchalantly, drawing the Weevil’s attention to him rather than their guest, “You doing okay?”
John had locked eyes with the creature confronting him long before the other man showed up and now found himself unable to tear his gaze away. There was something terribly thrilling about the situation and he almost didn’t notice the way one corner of his mouth curved up just a fraction and his eyes practically sparkled in anticipation.
“Oh, you beauty,” he murmured, as curiosity got the better of him and he unconsciously began edging closer and closer to the strange humanoid, “What are you?” he asked himself. His eyes scrutinised very carefully and he noticed the creature begin to mimic him, the two of them tentatively creeping towards each other, heads cocked in fascination. John laughed, eyes wide, and lifted a hand up in greeting, only to find himself copied once again. He had to know more.
When he finally turned his attention to the mysterious man who had appeared on the scene not a few seconds ago, it was in hope that he might provide some of the answers he now sought. John’s gaze flickered up as he called out, “Is this some kind of alien?” But in the mere moments it took for him to take his eyes off the creature, its docile manner changed entirely. Before John knew it, he had a deadly orange blur charging towards him…
Until it wasn’t.
John turned, breathing laboured and eyes wide in shock, to stare at the heap of humanoid on the floor next to him. His arm was still extended, fingers still in the pinching position from a terribly precise squeeze he had given to the thing’s neck. …Had he really just knocked it out with a pressure point?
“I got too big, Dorium, too noisy. Time to step back into the shadows.”
The Doctor stood in the console room, contemplating what he was about to do. He had meant that wholeheartedly, when he’d said it, and the idea hadn’t left his mind since. After all the hassle with avoiding his own death, he was tired, so incredibly tired, of running. Despite this, however, he still felt that constant, nervous instinct of avoidance, and thus far hadn’t been able to think of anywhere he could just live as himself for a while without causing a scene. Until now, that is.
“I’ve got to hide,” he asserted to himself as he began setting things up around him. He suspected perhaps he’d known this from the start, from that very inkling of an idea, but had just been trying to think of something else to do, some other way. He couldn’t bring himself to impose on any of his friends, and no matter where he went, his Time Lord physiology would give him away eventually anyway. So he reluctantly turned away from the scanner screen he’d been examining, decision made.
And while he was at it, might as well make himself useful, right? The particular time he’d chosen to have a look at had revealed some rather worrying events occurring around Torchwood 3 in Cardiff; surges in rift activity, several team members killed in action and alien activity affecting the unsuspecting citizens on a very large and noticeable scale… What on Earth was Jack doing over there? Snapping down a few switches, the Doctor set his coordinates once again for 21st Century Earth, Cardiff.
He then pulled the Chameleon Arch headset towards him, grimacing at it distastefully before sucking in a breath and placing it on his head. He wasn’t what Torchwood needed right now: a noisy, eccentric, old alien coming in and taking control of everything. What Torchwood really needed was John Smith. And though he knew Jack wouldn’t recognise him with this new face of his, the Doctor felt better just knowing that his old friend would be there; his vulnerable human form was in safe hands.
When John stumbled out of the Police Box and into the crisp Cardiff night air, he was hit with a surge of confusion. How on Earth had he strayed so far from the train station? Clutching his little suitcase close, he glanced around the dark alleyway nervously, completely at a loss as to why he’d decided to walk down it, before stepping out onto the larger, well-lit street that was connected. He didn’t recognise this one either, but at least he felt a little safer.
His feet began taking him off down a winding route that his brain told him was probably getting him even more lost, but for some reason, in that moment, he didn’t care. He had such an overwhelming need to walk this way.
Just one more corner, a strangely familiar voice in his head resounded. When he rounded said corner, he found himself yet again in a scary little alleyway, but this time, he was not alone. A sort of monster greeted him, edging out of the shadows of a dark corner and towards him. It stood like a human, with a very similar build, but its face was twisted and warped, its colouring a little more orange, and its posture stooped.
John froze in shock.
Since TTI is restarting, every post previous to this one is null.
But I am a hoarder and I hoard things, so I can’t bring myself to delete the obselete threads just yet. It’s an obsessive compulsive thing, don’t mind me. BUT BASICALLY, IGNORE ANYTHING POSTED BEFORE THE 18TH SEPTEMBER 2012, OKAY?
First, there was Torchwood headquarters itself. Clean, crisp, stark, boring. Sherlock had started to grow tired of it from the moment he step foot in it. It was predictable, even in the unusual instruments it held. It reminded him of any other top-secret government laboratory. It also reminded him why he didn’t work for the government. In fact, saying he would work with Torchwood was only a formality to get him closer to his goal. He fully intended to carry out working in normal, Sherlock style.
Second, there was Jack. As soon as he entered the room, Jack began talking. There were three others (not including John, who had accompanied him). Sherlock gave them all the once-over, quickly, but his eyes stopped on one John Smith. Eyebrows creasing, he inspected the man. He even almost missed the eccentric excitement in Smith’s speech. Everything about this man sent red flags off in Sherlock’s mind, and all else in the room was suddenly lost on him.
When John Smith offered a hand to shake, Sherlock took it. Instead of shaking it, he turned it over to get a good look. He leaned in, eyes scanning Smith’s attire, and took a deep breath through his nose. Rocking back on his heels, he finally met Smith’s eyes, and did something he hadn’t done since encountering Jack at the TARDIS. He smiled.
It was only faint, but Sherlock smiled the smile he got when he’d made a breakthrough in a case. He gave John Smith’s hand a firm shake, then released it to move on to the other handshakes shoved his direction. He almost passed over what everyone else said, until he realized one of them had offered tea. A quick glance was thrown in Ianto’s direction and he said curtly, “I’ll have tea.”
He returned full attention to John Smith. Anyone else might consider their rude behavior for ignoring the other introductions, but this was Sherlock Holmes. When he found something, he wouldn’t let it go.
“I do have one question,” he interjected after Gwen had asked. Gesturing to John Smith, he continued, “How long have you been with Torchwood?”
Jack gave a curt nod to Ianto, indicating his usual when he was taking orders for drinks. Sherlock would probably switch to coffee once he tasted Ianto’s, he couldn’t help but think as his mind wandered. The detective analyzed the space around him with surprising quickness, he could tell from his eyes the impersonation that he had of the place already. Gwen was ever-useful as usual and offered up her services, and John couldn’t have been more enthusiastic. He paused in his stream of consciousness for a moment to direct it back to John, who seemed to know of Sherlock already. Well, he had probably seen John’s blog, they all had.
Speaking of John, he paid special attention to the way he handled things. He was polite and curt to Ianto, smiled warmly at Gwen and the rest of them, obviously compensating for his partner’s lack of social skills. He took in the Hub with a slightly surprised air. Well, wouldn’t they be surprised when they both realized that it would only take about an hour or two for it to end up a disaster again.
“It’s great to have you two here,” he started off, but was cut off as Sherlock inquired of their own John. Sherlock Holmes taking an interest in someone was never a good thing, so his research had shown, so he did his best to watch their interaction.
John of course was oblivious to the particular brand of special attention he was receiving and merely reacted as he might to any kind of friendly enquiry from a new person. He smiled a broad, goofy smile and nodded at Sherlock happily.
“Oh only about a week or two,” he replied with a careless little shrug, “It’s all very exciting though, isn’t it? I’m telling you now, it was spooky the way I met Jack - almost like fate. Though of course I don’t believe in such nonsense, I just like to think of these things as happy coincidences. Wouldn’t you agree?”
JACK HURRY UP SO I CAN REPLY NEXT TIME I GET ON T’INTERNET x
Tomorrow morning, I am off to the US of A, and won’t be back until just before the start of term in September O:
Now, obviously whilst I’m working at my summer camp, free time will be sparse and access to the internet limited BUT I will make sure to keep everyone posted.
I will continue replying on this blog whenever possible - it takes presidence over all other RPs I have going because I have seen so much work go into it, not only from myself and the other mods but also everyone else we’ve recruited into our ranks. I love you all dearly and we have an excellent selection of RPers here!
I will however need to step down from modly duties for the time being. But you guys are pretty low maintenance in that respect (we’ve got no ooc drama, we’re all intelligent people etc.) so I am more than confident that my fellow mods will be able to keep up.
I’d also like to invite you all to take a look at my new travel blog if you’re interested in what I’m up to whilst out in the USA! - wibblywobblytravellywavelly
As I’m sure you guys are aware, I will have an American number for while I’m out there, so any of you Amurrcans who I haven’t already spoken to, feel free to ask for it if you wanna drop me a text. I’ll try to check my askbox regularly c:
So other than all that, there’s nothing left to say other than have a great summer guys! And I hope to be able to talk to you all again very soon
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