Down below your radar things are going on... [Torchwood]
((OOC: Okay, so my brain absolutely would not cooperate to write this as a fic, so apparently we're threading it. I apologize in advance if we have to slowtime it to hell.))
The last time this meeting room was used, it was Torchwood's base of operations while capturing John Hart. This time, there's a lot less equipment around the room, and the atmosphere's not as tense, though much darker, if possible.
Gwen's sitting at the head of the table, leaning forward with her elbows on the table, lips pressed against her hands. She's been here since about an hour before this meeting was actually supposed to start, just... thinking. She's done this before. When Jack left the first time. It was different then, of course. For one thing, Torchwood was all of four people, and she knew them all. For another... last time, there wasn't Romana.
Sam's sitting just to one side of her, less than happy with the state of affairs here. Not that there's anything he or anyone else can do about it, but he's still not happy. On top of that, his shoulder hurts, painkillers or not.
And there's Tosh in a corner, her eyes focused (or not) on the far corner of the room. She's not on her laptop, though it's sitting right in front of her in case it's necessary. She's just sitting there quietly, waiting for the others to show up. It's hard to tell whether she's thinking, or just trying very hard not to think at all.
It's not a happy day for Torchwood, all told, and they all know it's going to get much worse when Romana wakes up.
The last time this meeting room was used, it was Torchwood's base of operations while capturing John Hart. This time, there's a lot less equipment around the room, and the atmosphere's not as tense, though much darker, if possible.
Gwen's sitting at the head of the table, leaning forward with her elbows on the table, lips pressed against her hands. She's been here since about an hour before this meeting was actually supposed to start, just... thinking. She's done this before. When Jack left the first time. It was different then, of course. For one thing, Torchwood was all of four people, and she knew them all. For another... last time, there wasn't Romana.
Sam's sitting just to one side of her, less than happy with the state of affairs here. Not that there's anything he or anyone else can do about it, but he's still not happy. On top of that, his shoulder hurts, painkillers or not.
And there's Tosh in a corner, her eyes focused (or not) on the far corner of the room. She's not on her laptop, though it's sitting right in front of her in case it's necessary. She's just sitting there quietly, waiting for the others to show up. It's hard to tell whether she's thinking, or just trying very hard not to think at all.
It's not a happy day for Torchwood, all told, and they all know it's going to get much worse when Romana wakes up.