T O R C H W O O D (original) (raw)
19 August 2009 @ 04:09 pm
To: jackharkness@torchwoodthree.co.uk,
owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk, toshikosato@torchwoodthree.co.uk, iantojones@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Sorry!
Hey everyone.
Just a quick email to say that I know how boring things are at the moment. We complain about these alien sightings, and even invasions, but it's weird without them, isn't it!
We do have some unsolved missions coming up, I promise. For now, let's just try and keep moral up.
Ianto, sweetheart, you know I always turn to you when people are feeling down in the dumps. Coffee? ;)
Gwen x
15 August 2009 @ 09:52 pm
To:iantojones@torchwoodthree.co.uk, gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk, owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk, toshikosato@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: jackharkness@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Guess who's back!
Hi y'all.
Miss me?
Jack
P.S. Who is responsible for the mess in my office?
Location: back home
Mood: awake
Music: myfanwy screeching in the air; music to my ears
10 August 2009 @ 11:48 pm
To:toshikosato@torchwoodthree.co.uk, owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk, gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: iantojones@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Fancy a pint?
Right, so. Since Jack has decided to take a holiday of his own, while we can't take the same liberties as the boss man, it has been suggested that we could go out and have our own fun instead. We could relax for a few hours at a pub, share a couple of drinks... Kind of a 'getting to know you' activity, with added alcohol for social lubricant. Gwen suggested this Friday, therefore. What do you think? Does it work for you?
Ianto
PS: No, we're going to a proper pub. I will have no part in mixing your drinks, for once.
09 August 2009 @ 04:11 pm
To: owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: That was my lunch!
Did you eat the last of the spaghetti?
YOU BETTER NOT HAVE DONE.
08 August 2009 @ 09:51 am
To: gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: iantojones@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Myfanwy
Gwen? It's come to my attention that our resident pteradon is getting a bit restless being cooped up in the Hub. Now, normally Jack would let her out to fly around the countryside at night, but Jack's not here, now, is he? So, got any idea how we might be able to do that? Jack controlled it all from that wrist strap gadget of his, but I'll be damned if I knew how.
I only ask because she's started to take a liking to stealing the paperwork, and it's really making a mess of my carefully worked out filing system. Speaking of filing systems... Has no one ever been down there? It's a disaster--first time I saw a file on Weevils next to a file on the Chulla, I nearly cried.
Ianto
Location: Tourist Office
Mood: working
07 August 2009 @ 12:32 am
Ianto: Tosh? Are you still up and about on the computer systems?
Toshiko: Sure am. Not much else to do with Jack gone.
Ianto: Am I the only one who finds it a little disconcerting that he just up and left, and that this seems to be a recurring event?
Toshiko: No. But it's Jack. What're we supposed to do?
Ianto: I don't know, carry on, I suppose. It's a bit hard, though, what with him being the boss and all, yeah?
Toshiko: Gwen seems to do fine when he's gone. We'll be fine. Can't depend on Jack forever.
Ianto: What, d'you mean you think he might not come back, then?
Toshiko: ... I don't know, Ianto. Maybe this time he will. What about next time?
Ianto: Alright, point made. Gwen'll handle it. It's just...a lot quieter around here, without him.
Ianto: ...not that I mind. I just like what we have going with the five of us. A proper team, right? Sort of.
Ianto: If you count serving coffee and tracking phone calls as being part of the team, that is.
Toshiko: Can't say I'm much different. I usually stay in, you know.
Toshiko: Computers, tracking, translating.
Ianto: Yeah, but. That's a valuable asset to the team.
Ianto: ...don't mind me, I'm just being bitter. If I up and left, I would be in loads more trouble than Jack, and probably out of a job, too. Just because he's the leader doesn't make it right.
Ianto: Anyway, I'm sure you've got better things to do than listen to me gripe.
Toshiko: You bring me coffee and company, Ianto. That's plenty of value. I don't think you're useless.
Ianto: You're too nice for this place, Tosh, and too nice to me.
Ianto: Tell you what--I'll see you at your desk, ten minutes, extra cream and one sugar, alright?
Ianto: I'll even bring you some biscuits for the compliments.
Toshiko: You're amazing. I think you're very handsome too. Have I mentioned that tie brings out your eyes?
Ianto: Don't push your luck, Ms. Sato.
[Ianto signs off]
06 August 2009 @ 03:55 pm
To: iantojones@torchwoodthree.co.uk,
toshikosato@torchwoodthree.co.uk, owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Jack
Jack's taken off. Don't even ask, he does this every so often. I guess this life isn't enough for all of us.
I'll be in charge while he's away. Owen - beware my wrath (I'm only half joking).
Gwen x
Mood: pissed off
05 August 2009 @ 02:32 pm
To: gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk, iantojones@torchwoodthree.co.uk, jackharkness@torchwoodthree.co.uk, owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: toshikosato@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Solitaire
Could everyone keep the computer area neat and tidy, please? That means no food around the keyboards, no cups, no footballs, nothing. And also, could the person who keeps playing Solitaire on the very advanced, organic, alien computer stop doing so? Thanks.
T. Sato
04 August 2009 @ 04:14 pm
To:jackharkness@torchwoodthree.co.uk, toshikosato@torchwoodthree.co.uk, owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk, gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: iantojones@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Coffee, anyone?
Right, so. I've heard from a rather reliable source that you lot enjoy your coffee, and I must say that I approve. Digging around in the archives, I've managed to unearth a proper coffee machine to replace that sorry excuse you have in the kitchen nook. Logically, my next question to you all would be how you take your coffee?
Ianto Jones
04 August 2009 @ 08:44 pm
To: gcooper@torchwoodthree.co.uk, owenharper@torchwoodthree.co.uk
From: jackharkness@torchwoodthree.co.uk
Subject: Stop flirting already ;)
Don't think I can't hear the clattering of keyboards, you two. Gwen, I know I said get friendly with the staff but that wasn't quite what I meant... ;)
J
Location: the office
Mood: flirty
Music: owen and gwen's flirtatious natures