A BNW-wood Valentine's Day!

[alien_catcher]

[It's Valentines Day!

And instead of a relaxing day with various romantic interests, Torchwood is, of course, working. A small disturbance in the Force atmosphere near Ellis Island had caught their attention, and the afternoon had been spent sorting through various and unrecognizable debris that had probably once been a ferry

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[raggedydoc]

[the Doctor is somewhere over by Jack's desk when he catches a lungful of the powder and sneezes. And then he sneezes a few more times just for good measure.] That's certainly...interesting.

[stolethename]

[ At his desk, leaning back and propping his feet up on it, he sneezes. ]

That can't be good.

[raggedydoc]

[oh hay Jack, Eleven's just going to lean against your desk a bit] No, alien contaminants released into the environment tend to cause problems, more often than not.

[stolethename]

Doctor, would you like a chair?

[ He remembers back a few months ]

Last time wasn't so bad.

[ihasastopwatch]

[Ianto is making his way across the room to Owen's desk when he hears the pop, turns - and gets a face-full of the glitter. He coughs, and tries to wave it away with the papers he's holding in vain.]

Didn't realize we were having a party today. [clears throat]

[doctorweevil]

[instead, he waves it right into Owen's face, way to go. Owen makes a face as he inhales it.] Maybe someone decided to stake a vampire in here.

[ihasastopwatch]

[sorry, Owen. Except, not really.] So next time, we don't invite Edward Cullen. Cleaning up sparkly vampire innards is not exactly my idea of fun.

[shakes his head, trying to clear it]

What was that?

[doctorweevil]

Mm, yeah, I imagine it'll take you all night to vacuum that up. [he blinks a little] Are you feeling a little...weird?

[marthajonesmd]

[Martha is, somehow, actually doing real work, like poking at an alien corpse or something. Hey, nobody ever said Torchwood was glamourous, especially when a certain other coworker leaves all the work for you to do, thanks Owen. She frowns at the glitter and decides to go over and investigate, peering over Gwen's shoulder at the sphere...thing.]

Maybe it's just an...alien disco ball or something.

[alien_catcher]

[Gwen shakes her head, dusting glitter off her arms. After a pause, she sneezes.]

Jack is goin' to kill me.

[marthajonesmd]

[Martha just grins at her] I'll be sure to give a stirring eulogy at your funeral.

[alien_catcher]

Hopefully it'll only be mine, and not all of ours when we find out this is some incurable alien plague.

[She sneezes again and then sneaks a smile at Martha.] Might have your work cut out for you.