[001 - There's always a party on funeral row. | Video]

[owenbeatsdeath]

[Many moments ago, Owen Harper had sacrificed his un-life to save the people of Cardiff. He’d died his second death and watched as his numb, dead body slowly decomposed into nothing. Only moments ago he was trapped in the silent dark nothing of an afterlife for what seemed like an eternity. Then he'd been contacted by the mysterious Admiral. He

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[sharpememory]

Where are you from? What universe?

[owenbeatsdeath]

[... Have a confused face, which then turns into a really annoyed I knew it face. A shallow sigh. He looks mildly bitter about this piece of information.] No idea, mate.

[sharpememory]

The gloves. Does everyone where them we're your from?

[owenbeatsdeath]

People wear gloves on occasion, yeah. [Owen brings his gloved hand up, gives it a look-over, then puts it back down again.] I'm only wearing one because of an injury.

[sharpememory]

Oh. Well, that's not quite the same thing. It was worth a shot.

[owenbeatsdeath]

What's the significance of gloves?

[sharpememory]

What's the significance of pants? [Pause. Sigh.] I know you people don't get it, but it's like wearing pants or a shirt. You just don't wander around without them.