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happydalek) wrote2009-01-29 10:41 am
happydalek) wrote2009-01-29 10:41 am
I had a Torchwood dream this morning.
I was in the Hub with Jack and Gwen, and Jack was showing us a map and pointing out these tiny pinpricks on it where Torchwood had picked up some kind of energy reading. There were about six such points, all located in fairly deserted regions of the world (like northern Alaska and Mongolia). Jack explained that he'd already ordered air strikes (!!) on each location. I sat through this briefing feeling like I was missing something, so finally I interrupted him to ask what kind of energy readings we'd received. Jack congratulated me on such a good question, then answered that he didn't know what the energy was, that's why he'd ordered the air strikes (apparently Torchwood's new motto had become "if it's alien, OMG KILL IT NAOW.")
Then, we all found ourselves standing in a bunker of some sort, around a swimming pool filled with debris. This was one of the locations that had been hit in the air strike, and we were looking for survivors. There was a naked teenage boy and girl in the pool, and though nothing was said, I understood that somehow the boy and girl were responsible for the energy reading. The boy was blind, and Tosh and I tried to give him instructions on how to get out of the pool. But we were a little bit imprecise, and the poor kid first banged his head on the concrete wall of the pool, then we finally got him to the steps leading out, he tripped and almost fell. He and girl eventually got out safely and I handed them a towel to share until I found another one for the girl (whose name was Carolyn, but how I knew that and why it was significant, I don't know).
By now there were a lot more survivors milling around; a real crowd. As I went in search of a towel, Jack instructed me to start collecting cell phones and cameras from everybody. I resented the order, feeling that it was an unfair restriction. I made my way to a closet, but had to wait in a long line of people who had assembled there to get supplies. They all seemed a lot taller than me. Suddenly the people at the front of the line screamed and started pushing back through the crowd. I looked, and saw a pair of ZOMBIES stumbling out of the closet. I immediately knew this wasn't going to end well, and as eager to protect my own hide as everyone else, I turned to flee...bumping into a tall man in a brown suit. I looked up to his face and saw that he, too was a ZOMBIE. Pandemonium had descended on the place, people were screaming and running for safety. Feeling a strong sense of dread, I did the only reasonable thing under the circumstances: I woke up. ;)
Speaking of Torchwood, does anybody know of any good fics written about Jack's days as a time agent? Teaspoon didn't have much to offer.
Then, we all found ourselves standing in a bunker of some sort, around a swimming pool filled with debris. This was one of the locations that had been hit in the air strike, and we were looking for survivors. There was a naked teenage boy and girl in the pool, and though nothing was said, I understood that somehow the boy and girl were responsible for the energy reading. The boy was blind, and Tosh and I tried to give him instructions on how to get out of the pool. But we were a little bit imprecise, and the poor kid first banged his head on the concrete wall of the pool, then we finally got him to the steps leading out, he tripped and almost fell. He and girl eventually got out safely and I handed them a towel to share until I found another one for the girl (whose name was Carolyn, but how I knew that and why it was significant, I don't know).
By now there were a lot more survivors milling around; a real crowd. As I went in search of a towel, Jack instructed me to start collecting cell phones and cameras from everybody. I resented the order, feeling that it was an unfair restriction. I made my way to a closet, but had to wait in a long line of people who had assembled there to get supplies. They all seemed a lot taller than me. Suddenly the people at the front of the line screamed and started pushing back through the crowd. I looked, and saw a pair of ZOMBIES stumbling out of the closet. I immediately knew this wasn't going to end well, and as eager to protect my own hide as everyone else, I turned to flee...bumping into a tall man in a brown suit. I looked up to his face and saw that he, too was a ZOMBIE. Pandemonium had descended on the place, people were screaming and running for safety. Feeling a strong sense of dread, I did the only reasonable thing under the circumstances: I woke up. ;)
Speaking of Torchwood, does anybody know of any good fics written about Jack's days as a time agent? Teaspoon didn't have much to offer.