[001 - There's always a party on funeral row. | Video]

[owenbeatsdeath]

[Many moments ago, Owen Harper had sacrificed his un-life to save the people of Cardiff. He’d died his second death and watched as his numb, dead body slowly decomposed into nothing. Only moments ago he was trapped in the silent dark nothing of an afterlife for what seemed like an eternity. Then he'd been contacted by the mysterious Admiral. He

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[timesbureaucrat]

Second level.

And no, it's not like this all the time. Sometimes we're busy being killed, tortured, and maimed.

[And he cocks his head curiously, because even through the communicator he has the impression that there's something odd about Owen.]

[owenbeatsdeath]

Thanks. [Have for what passes as a friendly Owen smile.]

That's a relief. I happen to be very good at all that. [Is it sarcasm or isn't it. :|]

[timesbureaucrat]

Well, you'll keep in practice here.

[Still something not quite right, but he can't put his finger on it...]

Are you human? [Narvin fails at tact.]

I <3 his tact.

[owenbeatsdeath]

[Okay, what. Owen is a little taken off guard by that. What does he know? He pauses, blinking in a single rapid flurry.

Notice how he's just a little bit too still? How the air he is using to speak with sounds like it's coming from a place a little too shallow? :|]

Just how many species are on board?

[sharpememory]

Where are you from? What universe?

[owenbeatsdeath]

[... Have a confused face, which then turns into a really annoyed I knew it face. A shallow sigh. He looks mildly bitter about this piece of information.] No idea, mate.

[sharpememory]

The gloves. Does everyone where them we're your from?

[owenbeatsdeath]

People wear gloves on occasion, yeah. [Owen brings his gloved hand up, gives it a look-over, then puts it back down again.] I'm only wearing one because of an injury.

[Private]

[expectremorse]

If you can figure out how to install a bullshit filter on this piece of crap then you could probably make a mint if we had any money.

[Private]

[owenbeatsdeath]

Wouldn't that be great. [Smirk. He likes you alright so far. LITTLE DOES HE KNOWWW.] Yeahh, I probably couldn't. Bullshit is too subjective to make a universal filter.

Knew a woman once who could do just about anything with tech, though. She'd be able to filter video and audio by tone of voice. At least get rid of the whiners.

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse]

You might wanna try talking to some of the tech guys here. Just to see if any of them can help you you know?

[Private]

[owenbeatsdeath]

Might do that. If anything comes of it, I'll let you know.

[owenbeatsdeath]

[Well.. Uh. Hello there.] Oh brilliant. Ominious phrases. I'll feel right at home.

[Eyebrow raise.] It depends on what you consider modern.

[owenbeatsdeath]

It's all sort of relative, isn't it. I'm from the year 2008, but I've acquired quite a bit of technological and medical knowledge from other places, some far more advanced.

[most_feared]

It'll continue.

Medical is on the second level, like Narvin said. I'm Agent Kay. I'm also a warden. Pleasure.

[owenbeatsdeath]

So I hear. [Lineface master, meet your lineface apprentice. :|]

Thanks.

[Private]
Agent, yeah? [ARE YOU TORCHWOOD.] I'm also an agent, of sorts. Does the name Torchwood mean anything to you?

[Private]

[most_feared]

[Learn it well, my padawan.]

I heard of it from Dr. Snape-Jones but not previously. I'm from a different but slightly similar universe.

[Private]

[owenbeatsdeath]

[Blink. Snape-Jones? Nah. Couldn't be.] Snape-Jones? You mean Martha?

So, aliens and end of the world activity, then?