Enter Owen

[genius_mind]

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[doctorsplusone]

Rose felt the communicator in her pocket go off, and she set down her cup of tea. "Hello," she greeted the unknown voice cheerily. "Who's this, then?"

[genius_mind]

Owen stands up, looking around, wondering if one of the girls are putting him on, deciding that he doesn't think it's very funny. His eyes narrow and he scans Cardiff, at least where he's standing, still not far from the Hub, so Gwen or Tosh must be nearby, watching him.

"Owen. I, uh, I'm Owen. Gwen, Tosh, is this you? This ain't funny. What are doin' with a thing like this?"

Hoping that it is them, because if not, he could be talking to an alien. And yeah, that, not something he wants to do tonight.

[doctorsplusone]

Rose smiled to herself at the accent. "Another Londoner, fantastic. Hello, Owen. My name's Rose. Where are you?"

She took one more sip of her tea and headed out of the TARDIS kitchen, muting the communicator as she called out for Thete. "Another one to pick up, love!"

[genius_mind]

"Hello Rose."

Owen sighed and began walking away from the wall, heading back toward the Bay. In truth, he liked walking by the bay sometimes, he found it calming. Usually when he was in his rages and he wanted to punch something.

"Cardiff. By the Millennium Centre, actually."

[thelostinnocent]

Nyssa brushed aside a curl and moved for her communicator.

"Hello?" Her voice is soft, comforting. "Who am I speaking with?"

[genius_mind]

Owen smiled at the voice. There was something about it, innocent, relaxing.

"Owen Harper. And you?"

[thelostinnocent]

"Owen." She repeated the name, settling on a first name basis immediately. "Owen, I'm Nyssa. And it seems like you've been selected like the rest of us."

[genius_mind]

Owen blinked. "Selected? What is this, the alien lottery," he joked, badly.

[gets_inside_you]

"Sod off." That was a very unhappy Suzie. "Unless you've got something bloody useful to contribute for once."

[genius_mind]

Owen glared. "Suzie!" Oh great, it allowed you to communicate with the dead. "What the bloody hell are you doing answering this thing? And I always have something contribute. Doctor, remember? Doctor Owen Harper! Hell, you didn't have a problem with me before," he added, getting a little cocky.

"You know what, you can sod off as well, you bint. I sure don't want to talk to you!"

[gets_inside_you]

"What do you mean what the hell am I doing answering--I have one of these, obviously! Did you expect I was right behind you talking? And if you looked over your shoulder just then to see if I was, then you're more dense than I thought. We've basically all got one of these. Everyone trying to save the universe, anyway. Which probably means you must've stolen yours from someone."

[genius_mind]

"Suzie..." Owen sighed, sounding quite frustrated. She was always like this. Why did she always think that he's such a fuckin' cad?

"I didn't steal it? I found it! What do you want from me? You're dead!"

[eleventh_doctor]

"Hello." What? He hadn't said much, she certainly didn't have to.

[genius_mind]

He sighed. This was so going well, wasn't it. "Howdy."

[eleventh_doctor]

"What do you know about this already?"

[genius_mind]

"It's a communicator. I got to talk to aliens and the dead," he deadpanned. "It's brilliant, really."

[timesvigilante]

Ted was off at...well I suppose one could call it work...and Ace had the house to herself. She chuckled slightly when she realised she was cleaning the house. Since when had she begun to turn into a good little housewife? The communicator went off, she'd left it on the table. A very welcome distraction. She stopped what she was doing and picked up the communicator. "Hi there."

[genius_mind]

Owen blinked. How many people had this damn communicator? "'Allo. And who are you?"

[timesvigilante]

The answer to that? Quite a lot. "Name's McShane. And you are?" A raised eyebrow, not that Owen'd see.

[genius_mind]

"Harper. Doctor Owen Harper." He smiled. "Nice to meet ya, well, sort of."