You know what my favourite bit about Halloween was back home? All the girls in clubs dressed like tarts. The bad-looking ones and the good-looking ones. Not nearly enough of that here - this place is too bloody wholesome.

With the possible exception of the corpse monsters and possessing spirits and all the other fucked up shit we've been treated ( Read more... )

[Owen and Ianto are out fighting the monsters. It's the sort of thing that seems like a good idea when you think about it in the very dull safety of your home, but later turns out to be a bad plan indeed. Endless night, however, is enough to drive anybody a little mad and make them make stupid decisions. They've survived thus far through luck and ( Read more... )

Seems like the city's stopped fucking with us lately - not sure that's a good sign, mind. If there's one thing I've learnt from spending years working with a bloody rift in time and space, it's that it'll always come back to bite you in the arse eventually. Usually when you least expect it ( Read more... )

[Owen's got a case of cabin fever that's only been exacerbated by being stuck with Jack and Ianto being *extra* domestic - no matter how much they'd claimed the opposite - for the last week. He's pretty sure he'd preferred when they were being awkward and avoiding him; at least that didn't make him want to stick a scalpel in his eye. As it is, he's ( Read more... )

So, with all the gods around here, what's an atheist like me to do?

[So Owen's been skulking around his quarters in the Hub ever since Jack let him out of his cell. He hasn't actually bothered to speak to Jack yet, as he is clearly far too busy wallowing in self-pity. He's not sure why he trusted Katie to begin with - he should've realised it was too good to be true. Hell, he's seen aliens possess people before, so ( Read more... )

You know, Owen, you never struck me as the saving the world heroic type of guy.

Yeah, well, surprising hidden depths, and all that. Trust me, I'd rather be the English version of House right now. Though without the Vicodin problem.

And with a wife.

You're right, I might have to take Vicodin just to cope with y- ow! [someone just got elbowed in ( Read more... )

What are they doing in bloody Switzerland-

[Owen looks annoyed as he turns away from the mirror and focuses his attention on the PORTAL. This is, incidentally, how he looks most of the time.] All right, anybody care to tell me what's going on here? 'Cos I was expecting a load of virgins and whatnot attending to my every whim, and I haven't seen ( Read more... )