Though Cecilia was quite excited about her impending motherhood, she could quite do without the morning nausea and the fits of dizziness. During most of the morning these days, she didn't accomplish much of anything. The queasiness and related symptoms that overcame here often made her retreat to bed until the spells passed.
It was afternoon now and Cecilia felt much better than she had earlier. With Robbie out with the building crew, she thought she might like to take a walk along the shore until he returned.
The last thing Cecilia expected to see on her leisurely walk was a woman appear out of nowhere, although this was precisely what she came to see.
"Hello there," Cecilia said after staring at the woman in shock for a long moment.
Harriet had never really thought much about the afterlife. She'd been brought up Church of England, of course, but only in the half hearted way that most families who didn't have much time for church but still vaguely believed in god were Church of England and she'd long since turned away from even that kind of faith. Still it was not like she'd never been surprised before, she had seen aliens when the rest of the country still thought extra terrestrials only existed in bad movies, after all and if there was life after death then there was no need to panic about it. So she kept her head held high and gave a friendly smile to the young woman in front of her.
"Harriet Jones, former prime minister," she introduced herself and she held out her identification for a moment to prove it.
Cecilia's eyes rounded considerably as she inspected the woman's identification. A female Prime Minister! My, how times truly would change at home in the years to come. Why, at the time of her own demise, Sir Winston Churchill had been Prime Minister for several months. She thought him brilliant. Thinking on him now reminded Cecilia that perhaps she might try to coax some books about him and the war from the bookshelf later on today, if it were feeling charitable.
Smiling politely up at the woman, she said pleasantly, "Cecilia Turner, former ward sister."
Harriet returned the smile warmly. "Thank you, Cecilia. Tell me, is there a procedure for new arrivals? I don't have to be taken before St. Peter, do I?"
Her voice was warm and friendly and she laughed softly at the end but there was a tone of command in it as well. It said that this was someone who was used to being listened to and expected answers when she asked for them.
The explosion of sand was probably unexpected, as was the black dog that seemed to be jumping for Harriet's face.
Ponch, if he'd been able to talk (which he had at one time), would have probably said something about his this woman smelled like home - in that she smelled like car exhaust and dirt and cities. Not like Hempsted, but like Earth. He abruptly stopped jumping and started sniffing at the woman's legs as his owner (de facto, as it were) crashed out of the jungle to run for him.
"Ponch! Ponch, no- I'm so sorry." Nita smiled in a distracted way as she tried to pull back her dog, not giving in to those soulful brown eyes - not this time, anyhow. "He's just... overly excited sometimes, and I think he thought he heard a squirrel." She paused for just a second, before her eyes grew. "Oh! Not that you're a squirrel." She held onto his collar with one hand, sticking the other out in greeting. "Nita Callahan. Nice to meet you."
Great, Neets. Insult her, let Kit's dog attack her - even though you know Ponch didn't mean any harm,
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A dog jumping at her face was indeed somewhat unexpected though Harriet had to admit that it was somewhat better than being greeted by a Dalek which is what she had originally thought was happening. She had steeled herself for her killing shot but when she heard the dog she had flinched back instinctively until she realized her mistake.
It was somewhat undignified, of course, but she was so relieved that she didn't care and smiled warmly at both the dog and his approaching owner. The girl seemed somewhat uneasy so she shook her hand warmly in hopes of helping her relax. Being able to talk easily with strangers is one of the skills a politician relies on and Harriet had always been good at charming those she needed to.
"Oh, don't worry about it, he hasn't done any harm. Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister."
Nita smiled wide. "Prime Minister of what?" She kept Ponch down, still bend half-over as she grabbed for a nearby stick. "If you don't mind me asking, anyway." Nita finally got her hand on it, and turned, throwing it as she let Ponch go - and off he went, running into the ocean.
Face it, you need better aim. Last thing you needed was wet dog. Excited wet dog.
Harriet had become somewhat used to being recognised and even though she knew that people came here from all different times and places it was still something of a surprise to find that no-one here knew her at all.
"Of the United Kingdom," she replied. "You're an American, is that right?"
Jack had the bag laying beside him as he dried off and pulled on his jeans. Bill would have fun tonight with the catch, he was sure. It wasn't all that unusual to see people on the beach as he brought in the haul and he raised a hand in greeting. He needed to get the seafood up to the Compound, but there was no reason he couldn't say hello.
Towel over his bare shoulder, bag slung over that, he started toward the woman who couldn't have been here for very long. Her clothes were definitely not the island-chic that most people around here wore.
"Hi there," he said, wearing a bright smile. "Cap'nJack Harkness. You all right?"
Harriet should have realised that Jack had been brought here from a time before they met given the way that he didn't seem to recognise her but she wasn't used to thinking of such things.
"Thank you Captain," she replied softly. "But I know who you are. The Daleks managed to locate you as well did they?"
She would not bother him with regrets, they both had known their duty and the dangers that came with it, but her face was sympathetic.
Well...that wasn't the standard greeting. Jack blinked a couple times and kept the smile firmly in place even though he wanted to balk at the word 'Daleks' alone.
"Um, yeah." In the general sense of ages ago, and he was sure it wasn't common knowledge if she knew the future version of him that the Torchwood team was familiar with. Jack tilted his head and studied her face. She looked remarkably familiar, but he couldn't place ever having met her before.
Ned was returning to Summerfell by way of the beach, intending to visit Sansa on the way and ensure that everything was going well for her. The woman on the beach looked rather confused, however, and so he stopped to be sure that she was not in need of assistance. "Is everything all right, my lady?" he asked, with a polite nod.
"Ned Stark," he replied, "formerly of Westeros." He was not certain what Prime Minister meant, though he expected it was a position of some importance, as she obviously expected him to know. "Finding one's self on the island is usually unexpected and often difficult. Have you any family about?" That always seemed to make things easier, in Ned's experience.
It's only Alex's second day on the island, but she thinks she's coping as well as can be expected; she's combed her hair out the best she can, scrounged a pair of shorts and a tank top from the clothing box, and gone down to explore the beach. It really is lovely, just as advertised, sea and sun and all; desert island or no, it's a beautiful day, and she's in quite a decent mood by the time she's made it down a little ways along the waterline.
The same can't be said, though, for the other woman standing on the shore.
"Are you all right?" Alex says, drawing closer to her. "You look a bit lost."
"Alex Drake. Former DI, I suppose." The identification catches her momentarily off-guard, even remembering what Sam told her about people who shouldn't exist; she wonders what kind of world Harriet Jones, Former Prime Minister came from -- future or fictional or just plain not hers, or if quite a bit more time's passed than she realized since she left home.
"I take it someone's already given you the welcome-to-the-jungle speech? I'm not exactly qualified, I'm afraid."
"It's good to meet you Detective," Harriet replied in the same fast and friendly tone with all her focus on the woman in front of her. She was a politician and she knew how to try and charm someone even when she wasn't doing it consciously.
"Yes, I've already heard. A democracy and a police force and people from all over time and space. It all sounds wonderful. Probably wonderful, I'm sure. You haven't been here long yourself then?"
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It was afternoon now and Cecilia felt much better than she had earlier. With Robbie out with the building crew, she thought she might like to take a walk along the shore until he returned.
The last thing Cecilia expected to see on her leisurely walk was a woman appear out of nowhere, although this was precisely what she came to see.
"Hello there," Cecilia said after staring at the woman in shock for a long moment.
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"Harriet Jones, former prime minister," she introduced herself and she held out her identification for a moment to prove it.
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Smiling politely up at the woman, she said pleasantly, "Cecilia Turner, former ward sister."
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Her voice was warm and friendly and she laughed softly at the end but there was a tone of command in it as well. It said that this was someone who was used to being listened to and expected answers when she asked for them.
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Ponch, if he'd been able to talk (which he had at one time), would have probably said something about his this woman smelled like home - in that she smelled like car exhaust and dirt and cities. Not like Hempsted, but like Earth. He abruptly stopped jumping and started sniffing at the woman's legs as his owner (de facto, as it were) crashed out of the jungle to run for him.
"Ponch! Ponch, no- I'm so sorry." Nita smiled in a distracted way as she tried to pull back her dog, not giving in to those soulful brown eyes - not this time, anyhow. "He's just... overly excited sometimes, and I think he thought he heard a squirrel." She paused for just a second, before her eyes grew. "Oh! Not that you're a squirrel." She held onto his collar with one hand, sticking the other out in greeting. "Nita Callahan. Nice to meet you."
Great, Neets. Insult her, let Kit's dog attack her - even though you know Ponch didn't mean any harm, ( ... )
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It was somewhat undignified, of course, but she was so relieved that she didn't care and smiled warmly at both the dog and his approaching owner. The girl seemed somewhat uneasy so she shook her hand warmly in hopes of helping her relax. Being able to talk easily with strangers is one of the skills a politician relies on and Harriet had always been good at charming those she needed to.
"Oh, don't worry about it, he hasn't done any harm. Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister."
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Face it, you need better aim. Last thing you needed was wet dog. Excited wet dog.
"There, that's better."
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"Of the United Kingdom," she replied. "You're an American, is that right?"
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Towel over his bare shoulder, bag slung over that, he started toward the woman who couldn't have been here for very long. Her clothes were definitely not the island-chic that most people around here wore.
"Hi there," he said, wearing a bright smile. "Cap'nJack Harkness. You all right?"
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"Thank you Captain," she replied softly. "But I know who you are. The Daleks managed to locate you as well did they?"
She would not bother him with regrets, they both had known their duty and the dangers that came with it, but her face was sympathetic.
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"Um, yeah." In the general sense of ages ago, and he was sure it wasn't common knowledge if she knew the future version of him that the Torchwood team was familiar with. Jack tilted his head and studied her face. She looked remarkably familiar, but he couldn't place ever having met her before.
"Do you...know me?"
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"Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister," she introduced herself with a show of her identification. "Do you not know me, Captain?"
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"Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister."
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"I died," she explained with a quiet smile. "Arriving here afterward was a surprise certainly but a pleasant one."
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The same can't be said, though, for the other woman standing on the shore.
"Are you all right?" Alex says, drawing closer to her. "You look a bit lost."
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"Oh, I'm quite all right, thank you. This is all a bit new to me, that's all. I only arrived here a few hours ago but I'm finding I quite like it."
She pulled out her identification again as she talked, "Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister."
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"I take it someone's already given you the welcome-to-the-jungle speech? I'm not exactly qualified, I'm afraid."
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"Yes, I've already heard. A democracy and a police force and people from all over time and space. It all sounds wonderful. Probably wonderful, I'm sure. You haven't been here long yourself then?"
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