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Mar. 29th, 2009 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bodldopsIn writing this, I want to know why Torchwood has never visited the two (TWO??) castles in the Cardiff area. C'mon guys.
She was bored.
Not that this was a common occurrence in her life, no, she often had two, three, or more projects all needing to be finished yesterday, and one or other of her teammates (or all of them) calling for something only she could do.
No, Toshiko Sato was not often bored.
This was fantastic.
Feeling very much like a child playing truant at school, she locked down her computer and grabbed her bag, looking up at Jack's office as she did so. There was a light on up there, but she didn't want to run into Jack. She was sure he could find something for her to do - but she'd finished everything she knew needed doing, so it would just be busywork.
She was not in the mood for busywork. She was bored, she had some free time, and she was going to spend it outside of the Hub.
There was a clank of heavy equipment moving from down in the dissection bay, where Owen was teasing apart some hunk of unidentified organic matter. She'd already gone down a couple hours ago to see if he needed help, but he was so wrapped up in whatever he was finding that he'd only waved her off and dived back in. That'd be a no then.
That left only Ianto to deal with. Gwen was off with Rhys, picking wedding venues. Ianto was... she's not entirely sure where Ianto was. He's not in the front office, the 'tourist guide' shop that serves as their front, leaving her clear access to the front door and the freedom of a...
Well, it's not a sunny day, tragically - more overcast and sullen, but still, it's not Torchwood work. Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket, she strolls down the waterfront.
Two hours later, she's had a lunch that has nothing to do with pizza, took a tour (utterly unnecessary, since they'd only visited the place two months ago) of Cardiff Castle, and was deciding whether or not ice cream or coffee would be better when she heard screaming.
Screaming, and a deep, bone-shaking roar not made by any creature natural to the Cardiff area. Cursing her choice in footwear (she wasn't planning on footchases today, not in adorably cute heels), she ran along the sidewalk, dodging oddly unaware pedestrians.
No one else was running. Not towards the sound, not away. Like they couldn't even hear it, even though it was vibrating the glass in some shop windows.
She was still a block away when the roaring abruptly stopped, followed shortly by the screaming. As she turned the corner, it was as if someone had turned on floodlights and pointed them directly at her. She staggered to a stop, throwing an arm up against the glare...
And then it was gone.
As she lowered her arm, she saw other pedestrians staring at her like she'd gone mad, but no cause for the sounds, or the lights.
And she certainly wasn't looking forward to telling Jack.
She was bored.
Not that this was a common occurrence in her life, no, she often had two, three, or more projects all needing to be finished yesterday, and one or other of her teammates (or all of them) calling for something only she could do.
No, Toshiko Sato was not often bored.
This was fantastic.
Feeling very much like a child playing truant at school, she locked down her computer and grabbed her bag, looking up at Jack's office as she did so. There was a light on up there, but she didn't want to run into Jack. She was sure he could find something for her to do - but she'd finished everything she knew needed doing, so it would just be busywork.
She was not in the mood for busywork. She was bored, she had some free time, and she was going to spend it outside of the Hub.
There was a clank of heavy equipment moving from down in the dissection bay, where Owen was teasing apart some hunk of unidentified organic matter. She'd already gone down a couple hours ago to see if he needed help, but he was so wrapped up in whatever he was finding that he'd only waved her off and dived back in. That'd be a no then.
That left only Ianto to deal with. Gwen was off with Rhys, picking wedding venues. Ianto was... she's not entirely sure where Ianto was. He's not in the front office, the 'tourist guide' shop that serves as their front, leaving her clear access to the front door and the freedom of a...
Well, it's not a sunny day, tragically - more overcast and sullen, but still, it's not Torchwood work. Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket, she strolls down the waterfront.
Two hours later, she's had a lunch that has nothing to do with pizza, took a tour (utterly unnecessary, since they'd only visited the place two months ago) of Cardiff Castle, and was deciding whether or not ice cream or coffee would be better when she heard screaming.
Screaming, and a deep, bone-shaking roar not made by any creature natural to the Cardiff area. Cursing her choice in footwear (she wasn't planning on footchases today, not in adorably cute heels), she ran along the sidewalk, dodging oddly unaware pedestrians.
No one else was running. Not towards the sound, not away. Like they couldn't even hear it, even though it was vibrating the glass in some shop windows.
She was still a block away when the roaring abruptly stopped, followed shortly by the screaming. As she turned the corner, it was as if someone had turned on floodlights and pointed them directly at her. She staggered to a stop, throwing an arm up against the glare...
And then it was gone.
As she lowered her arm, she saw other pedestrians staring at her like she'd gone mad, but no cause for the sounds, or the lights.
And she certainly wasn't looking forward to telling Jack.
