As it turns out, Marshall has very little to do period beyond trying to get a lay of the hand and wondering if certain terrorist boys are plotting to kill him in his sleep (yes, Marshall, Sark has a personal vendetta against youHe's actually relatively close to Sam in a chair with his laptop, typing something furiously. God only knows what it is, so just assume it's complex and very geeky.. Probably plans for one gadget or another. Yay gadgets
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Sam glances up and glances around to make certain Marshall's actually speaking to him. Considering he's the only one around, he decides, he must be.
"Something like that. I wouldn't worry too much." This storm in particular, only Torchwood's going to be in danger. Unless, of course, they fail and Hart gets away...
Marshall chuckles nervously. "You know, it's kinda funny how when people say that, there usually is something to worry about."
Hey, spies are people too (even if you're not technically a spy), and paranoia is generally part of the job description.
"I'm Marshall, by the way," he adds, because it's only polite. "Marshall Flinkman. Just got here about a week ago, I guess? Well, almost a week anyway. Time is pretty relative when you're not really sure what's going on around you anymore, but I guess you'd know that already, considering..."
...You came through the Rift. He doesn't actually say that, however, because there's no reason he should know that. Just a feeling or something, but still... Weird.
Something changes in Sam's expression when Marshall says his name, as he realizes who he's speaking to and remembers he was supposed to speak to a Marshall. Right.
Somehow he forgot about that in the tangled mess that is Hart and Jack and being a human lie detector.
Sam manages a quick smile. "Sam Tyler," he says, brushing off the whole 'something to worry about' conversation. Let's just... let that go for the moment. "I've been looking for you."
It has not been a good week for... well, just about anyone. Psychics least of all. And while Maya isn't psychic herself, she's discovering that all that overflow can have some interesting side effects on people whose control over their abilities isn't as strong as they should be.
She really should have set aside a day or five to practice shifting, see if she could work out a method, because once again she's in the shape of an animal and she doesn't know what to do about it.
If Sam notices, there's a very despondent-looking fennec fox wandering through the commons room with a wallet in her mouth, just in case she needs to tell someone who she is.
Sam's made a habit of taking notice of small furry animals around the hotel - for some reason, people he knows seem to have the habit of turning into them. Well, not necessarily small, as he hasn't forgotten being cuffed by Maya in bear form...
He studies the fox for a moment over the top of his book, a little curiously. It's the wallet in its mouth that's really baffling him.
Maya looks at him. Her ears droop. She shakes her head.
It would work out that a solid 50% of the time she sees Sam these days, she's small and fuzzy. She tries not to be prideful, but that pride is smarting now.
Fennecs can leap four times their body length, and she hops easily up onto the arm of his chair and drops her wallet next to him. Then she lets out a plaintive "Myawp!", curling up on the fabric.
Sam blinks a little when she jumps up, but as long as she's not leaping at him and trying to chew off his face... He's been bitten by a chipmunk. He doesn't care to repeat the experience with anything larger.
He picks up the wallet and flips it open, frowning at the ID inside before looking over at Maya while trying to hide a smile. "I guess you found your other shape, then." He studies her, and then adds, "It suits you."
This is not mockery. Honestly. At all. And Sam's not in the least amused by how small and fuzzy she is.
Liz is in a talkative mood, but she can’t seem to find the Doctor, Trian has gone missing and she doesn’t want to start any fights… Or, any conversations that have the high chance in ending with fights.
As such she has been forced to find new company, which led her to walking around the halls, which led her to lobby which in turn led her to the Common room…
Which led to her standing in front of Sam and wearing a fairly nice smile.
There are a lot of things Liz could say at this point, rants about the weather, talks about the basement layout... But she's seen Sam around too and she has finally decided to be decisive and take a firm step.
Chris is always a relatively easy person to read and right now, it is obvious that he is more than a little disturbed. He seems to have finally settled in (well, sort of) anyway and has accepted that this place? Definitely reality.
He's only passing through the common room when he notices Sam.
"Oi! Boss!" He starts over, almost oblivious to the obvious want for quiet time from the other male. "Did y'know this place changes people? Y'didn't tell me that." It's not anger at him, no. It's a hint of distress, if anything and Sam Tyler is familiar. That's what he needs right now. Familiar.
Sam looks up, a little surprised to see Chris coming toward him, but he recovers quickly. And then grimaces at Chris' words.
"Yes, I know. I'm a human lie detector now. I guess you... found out what it did to you?" He eyes Chris uncertainly. Well, he's not an animal, so that's something...
"A human lie detector?" This seems to intrigue Chris quite a bit. "But it works, doesn't it? You being a copper and all."
Sighing heavily, though, he continues. "That bird- the nurse--where you took me said somethin' was different about me, you know? Then I wake up this morning and..." He quiets his voice, embarrassed.
Mat is... well, not sure if Sam would like to talk to him, but he feels like he should check in. Or something. But he comes over anyway, hands shoved in his pockets, looking awkward as ever.
"Yeah!" Mat nods enthusiastically and actually grins goofily for a second before stifling that - hey, he's gotten laid and has a pretty girl sharing his room. He's happy, even if the fact that the person sharing his room is a girl is a little odd. "I just, y'know. Hadn't really seen you in... a while."
Sam smiles apologetically and gestures for Mat to take a seat. "Sorry. I've been a bit... busy." Torchwood will do that to you and any semblance of a life you had before. Torchwood owns it all now.
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"Something like that. I wouldn't worry too much." This storm in particular, only Torchwood's going to be in danger. Unless, of course, they fail and Hart gets away...
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Hey, spies are people too (even if you're not technically a spy), and paranoia is generally part of the job description.
"I'm Marshall, by the way," he adds, because it's only polite. "Marshall Flinkman. Just got here about a week ago, I guess? Well, almost a week anyway. Time is pretty relative when you're not really sure what's going on around you anymore, but I guess you'd know that already, considering..."
...You came through the Rift. He doesn't actually say that, however, because there's no reason he should know that. Just a feeling or something, but still... Weird.
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Somehow he forgot about that in the tangled mess that is Hart and Jack and being a human lie detector.
Sam manages a quick smile. "Sam Tyler," he says, brushing off the whole 'something to worry about' conversation. Let's just... let that go for the moment. "I've been looking for you."
In the vaguest sense of the term, at least.
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She really should have set aside a day or five to practice shifting, see if she could work out a method, because once again she's in the shape of an animal and she doesn't know what to do about it.
If Sam notices, there's a very despondent-looking fennec fox wandering through the commons room with a wallet in her mouth, just in case she needs to tell someone who she is.
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He studies the fox for a moment over the top of his book, a little curiously. It's the wallet in its mouth that's really baffling him.
"Are you alright?"
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It would work out that a solid 50% of the time she sees Sam these days, she's small and fuzzy. She tries not to be prideful, but that pride is smarting now.
Fennecs can leap four times their body length, and she hops easily up onto the arm of his chair and drops her wallet next to him. Then she lets out a plaintive "Myawp!", curling up on the fabric.
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He picks up the wallet and flips it open, frowning at the ID inside before looking over at Maya while trying to hide a smile. "I guess you found your other shape, then." He studies her, and then adds, "It suits you."
This is not mockery. Honestly. At all. And Sam's not in the least amused by how small and fuzzy she is.
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As such she has been forced to find new company, which led her to walking around the halls, which led her to lobby which in turn led her to the Common room…
Which led to her standing in front of Sam and wearing a fairly nice smile.
“Hello.”
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Or something like that.
"You're Torchwood aren't you?"
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"I'm with Torchwood, yes. Sam Tyler."
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He's only passing through the common room when he notices Sam.
"Oi! Boss!" He starts over, almost oblivious to the obvious want for quiet time from the other male. "Did y'know this place changes people? Y'didn't tell me that." It's not anger at him, no. It's a hint of distress, if anything and Sam Tyler is familiar. That's what he needs right now. Familiar.
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"Yes, I know. I'm a human lie detector now. I guess you... found out what it did to you?" He eyes Chris uncertainly. Well, he's not an animal, so that's something...
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Sighing heavily, though, he continues. "That bird- the nurse--where you took me said somethin' was different about me, you know? Then I wake up this morning and..." He quiets his voice, embarrassed.
"I had feathers."
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He raises an eyebrow, very slowly, at Chris' answer. "Feathers," he repeats, for clarification's sake. "Just feathers, or were you a bird?"
This is becoming far too familiar for him.
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"Um... hi."
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Because the last time he asked that question (or something of the sort) it ended so well.
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