helicopters are chasing | our spirits into the sea
Characters: Owen Harper, Teeg, & possessed Martha Jones
Rating: PG-13 for language R, Martha
Time Period: Modern -> Golden Age
Location: Just southwest of the castle
Relative Date: Owen's first day
Status: Closed
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Owen had worked his folded ticket almost transparent by folding and refolding it inside his pocket. Save that nervous tic, he seemed composed on the flight to meet Diane. Her desire for secrecy didn't concern him - after all, wasn't he used to keeping secrets? - but the fact she just hadn't flown to meet him did. What if she was hurt or sick? What if she wasn't the woman he'd fallen in love with? It had been a raw few weeks for him, but how long had it been for her?
As the pilot touched down, Owen pocketed the mobile on the seat after the stonily silent man had turned and looked pointedly at it. "Fine, fine. Jus' don't expect a tip, mate." Owen shook his head and tossed his duffel down, following it with his medical kit tucked under his arm. Tossing the former over his shoulder, he made for the edge of the helicopter's still-whirling blades, startled to see an enormous castle rising up before him... and not much else. He assumed it was one of those ancient country 'homes' that had been converted into a posh B & B for the extremely wealthy. Diane, he guessed, must have invested well in the Fifties to come out on top.
"Fan-bloody-tastic," he grumbled, heading toward the towering manse. "She's brought me to the sodding country." Still, his pique wasn't serious - he actually felt lighter and more able to breathe since he had the day she'd taken her leave of him. He headed for the drawbridge, not seeing any convenient porters or transport about.
Rating: PG-13 for language R, Martha
Time Period: Modern -> Golden Age
Location: Just southwest of the castle
Relative Date: Owen's first day
Status: Closed
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Owen had worked his folded ticket almost transparent by folding and refolding it inside his pocket. Save that nervous tic, he seemed composed on the flight to meet Diane. Her desire for secrecy didn't concern him - after all, wasn't he used to keeping secrets? - but the fact she just hadn't flown to meet him did. What if she was hurt or sick? What if she wasn't the woman he'd fallen in love with? It had been a raw few weeks for him, but how long had it been for her?
As the pilot touched down, Owen pocketed the mobile on the seat after the stonily silent man had turned and looked pointedly at it. "Fine, fine. Jus' don't expect a tip, mate." Owen shook his head and tossed his duffel down, following it with his medical kit tucked under his arm. Tossing the former over his shoulder, he made for the edge of the helicopter's still-whirling blades, startled to see an enormous castle rising up before him... and not much else. He assumed it was one of those ancient country 'homes' that had been converted into a posh B & B for the extremely wealthy. Diane, he guessed, must have invested well in the Fifties to come out on top.
"Fan-bloody-tastic," he grumbled, heading toward the towering manse. "She's brought me to the sodding country." Still, his pique wasn't serious - he actually felt lighter and more able to breathe since he had the day she'd taken her leave of him. He headed for the drawbridge, not seeing any convenient porters or transport about.