WiP ficlet dump: TW, 970 words, teamfic, PG-13

[kayliemalinza]

This was originally going to be Tosh's installment of the Alcohol Annals but it was. Um. Listen, I often use mind-altering substances in fic to give myself a cushion for potential OOC, but this was just too far and thus got scrapped. So, ya know, proceed at your own risk. :/

Takes place between S1 and S2, when Gwen is in charge.

Comments

[tawabids]

Ah, I miss this team so much! This ficscrap totally brightened a dreary day. I wish I could be more expansive in this comment, but it's very late and I have an 8am shift. However, I'll go to sleep thinking about Tosh :)

[kayliemalinza]

Ah, the halcyon days of Torchwood yore...

You know, I'd completely forgotten how much TW fic I wrote. o.O ::boggles at the various LJ tags and all the scraps of fic on her hardrive::

Glad I could brighten your day. ^_^

[kel_reiley]

AH! i love it so much :)

WILL YOU PLEASE GO BACK TO WRITING TORCHWOOD? PLEASE! you can do it on the sly, just for me - i won't tell anyone, i swear!

[kayliemalinza]

Hee, thanks.

Ummmmmm, most likely not. I'm clearing out my WiP folder (just two more things to post, one ficlet and one script) and hopefully finishing the mysteriously sexless threesome ::fingers crossed:: and then that's it for me. Soz. :/

[kel_reiley]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! oh ok :)

[order_of_chaos]

I am completely distracted by how much fun Tosh is when drunk on not-alcohol, and so am unable to judge characterisation. Except, fun. Also she was on the computer in that state and the computer presumably had access to the internet, which is vaguely terrifying. And Gwen has syrupy treacle tractor-beam eyes to go with Tosh's projectile eye-marbles; I find this awesome.