The SFX Weekender was amazing. Utterly amazing. I'm in AWE of Tom Baker, Lis Sladen was wonderful, James Marsters one of the most patient men I've met, and Gareth David-Lloyd? Brilliant.
*collapses in a heap*
So, I'm now around to start catching up with things, if anyone wants Tosh for anything?
See you guys on Sunday!
Scratch this, we're both too sick to go =(
Missed you guys!
I'm going to be dead by the end of it, I swear... Normal service should resume 1st Feb.
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oncoming_storms 121 - 4 List - presents
From her grandfather: A Christmas cake*. (Note to self, need to remind him I’m happy being single).
From Jack: A new computer system. Well, the authorisation to go ahead and spend what I need building it. Should keep me going for a while.
From Gwen: A home made voucher for a girly shopping trip to London. Cardiff is all very well, but you just can’t get the range you can in London.
From Ianto: Coffee. A lot of his favourite coffee to be able to drink at home.
From Owen: A silly soft toy. God knows why. But it's cute.
*The Christmas cake reference is to a Japanese tradition where Christmas cakes are bought on the 24th, then the price drops dramatically on the 25th December to try and shift them. Young girls are sometimes referred to as Christmas cakes; marriageable until their 25th birthday, then requiring heavy discounts to get married thereafter.
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 105
For just_muse_me Prompt 26-8-2 High Anxiety
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 787
Jack Harkness not binding to any muse
What If verse
For oncoming_storms Something life changing, and creative_muses November 1-3
She felt him approach rather than heard him. He was trying to be quiet, but maybe she was just too attuned to how everything felt in this place. She didn’t move from her contemplation of the bay.
“Tosh?” The question was loaded with so much more than just checking she was alive and functioning. There was ‘are you okay’ there, with a hint of ‘what the hell are you doing out here, it’s freezing’ and a dash of ‘this is odd behaviour for you’. She could hear it all so clearly. “It’s late.”
She turned her head to look at her boss – her friend, perhaps? They were never sure at times how Jack felt about them. Yes, he would probably do anything to protect his team, but it always felt like it was a one way deal. Jack never gave anything of himself in return, or else it was just tiny snippets – not enough to get hold of anything substantial. No matter how much they wanted to protect him in return, they couldn’t. “I know,” she said.
“Owen was worried about you,” Jack said, coming to sit down next to her. “Especially as you haven’t been back to work in, oh, six hours?”
“I needed time to think it through,” she said, not looking at him. “A lot has happened.”
“I know,” Jack replied. “But you did the right thing.”
“Did I?” she suddenly snapped, turning on Jack. “Did I? I encouraged him to go back to what, his death? He was terrified, Jack, and it hurt. It hurt me so much to see him like that. All he wanted to do was to stop fighting. The fact that we still have wars today – it was all futile to him. It’ll never be stopped. Tommy is going to die for nothing.”
“Tosh. He wanted to go back,” Jack said softly.
“No, he didn’t. He chose to, but he didn’t want to. We didn’t exactly give him much choice, did we? Stay, and watch the whole world unravel, or go back and die. I loved him, and I sent him to his death.”
“It’s done though, Tosh. We grieve, we move on, it’s all we can do.”
“Is that what’s left, Jack? Giving everything up, everytime, so that Cardiff, the UK can carry on with their sordid little lives?”
“Yeah. It is. It’s tough for us, but you knew the risks.”
Tosh sighed, going back to her contemplations of the Bay for a moment. “Five years yesterday,” she said suddenly.
Jack blinked, thinking. “Wow. Yeah, it is. Time flies.”
“I want out, Jack.”
“What?” Jack turned and stared at her.
“I want out. I can’t take it anymore, the way Torchwood takes everything, corrupts it. Retcon me, let me get some kind of normal life back. That was the deal, wasn’t it? All that time ago, in prison. Five years. I’ve given them, and willingly. Now... I want normal.”
Jack was silent for a moment. “What about your family? Your mother. You know I can’t retcon her, and it’ll be difficult for you.”
“Plant memories. Make me think she’s dead. Have me in a coma for five years...” Tosh turned to look at Jack. “I want out, before it kills me, or worse.”
Jack looked at the ground, then slowly nodded. “Sleep on it tonight,” he said. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
“My decision won’t change.”
“We’ll talk then.”
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 568
Start of an AU verse exploring if Toshiko had decided to leave Torchwood after her five years. Jack Harkness isn't binding to any muse.
And then you have to post the same offer to your own journal.
I'm ridiculously excited, I've just booked a photo session ticket with Derek Jacobi!
For oncoming_storms Two prompts for the price of one!
It is far too early to be at work. Need coffee
@coffeeboi no, that wasn't a hint, but I wouldn't say no
@snarkymedman Did you even make it home?
@snarkymedman You know, I'm not even going to ask. Drink tonight?
@toohandsome Of course it'll be ready. I'm not only on this thing...
108 Describe your character in one sentence
She lived her life giving everything, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
For femgenficathon
Author: Originally posted at
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kirsteenaFandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Prompt: Prompt #49:
Someone, I tell you,
will remember us.
We are oppressed by fears of oblivion
yet are always saved
by judgment of good men. -- Sappho
Word Count: 3859
Summary: Jack, Gwen and Ianto discover something she has left behind.
Author's Notes: Thanks to the wonderful
verdant_gt for beta reading.( In Memoriam )
For oncoming_storms Prompt 104-2
For Toshiko, it varies from prompt to prompt really. There have been times I have had ideas that I’ve just had to write, to get them down on paper quickly, then have gone through lists of prompts to try and find one to fit. The frustration sometimes as I look for just the right prompt is amusing, well, certainly to me.
More often than not though, I’m inspired by the prompt itself. I look at the list, be it here or at any of the other prompt communities Tosh is part of, think ‘ooooooooo’ and start writing from there. Though depending on what I’ve written lately, I will try to write something ‘different’. Sometimes I need a kick, though. I need to create AUs for her, can’t be just about canon, after all (hint hint, if anyone wants to rp/work with me, I’m up for interaction!).
Deadlines to help me. I’m currently writing a fic for
femgenficathon, and knowing that the deadline is coming up is a great focusing tool for me. I try not to leave everything quite till the last thing, but you can guarantee I won’t get it done in the first half of the allocated time!I don’t know if I would write more if there was a direct feed to my computer from my brain. I’m one of those strange people who actually enjoys writing longhand. I do my best writing on trains, for instance, or stupidly, late at night while sitting up in bed. I have the pens I like, I have the notepads I like (bottom line, I spend way too much money in Paperchase), and I can happily write 1000 words long hand in about 45 mins just before bed. I have no idea why, and it irritates me at times (and my partner, actually), but it’s just the way I work.
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 311
For creative_muses September 4-b. Scavenger
We get scared if we see someone use technology far in advance of what we have, and yet if they leave it behind, we pounce, like a big cat stalking its prey, taking it, using it, devouring it.
We scavenge.
Why?
Because, as Jack is so fond of saying, it’s the 21st century when everything changes. Events are happening faster than most of us can keep up with. The rift is bringing things through at an increasing rate. Somehow, we have to try and protect ourselves, even with the knowledge that one day we will fail. One day, we won’t be able to adapt fast enough, someone will come through with something so far in advance we cannot cope. But until that happens, we try. We have to – often we are the only thing standing between normality and anarchy.
So, we scavenge. And will continue to do so. It’s my job.
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 177
For oncoming_storms Prompt 103.4
( Toshiko had one or two regrets )
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 541
For just_muse_me Prompt 21-5-3 Guns and Ammo
“Yes?” she replied, curious as to what he had in mind. She was still trying to figure out how she fitted into this place, and the fiddling with computers was something that made her feel normal. She was clinging to that like it was a lifeline.
“Something all new Torchwood staff get taught. Come on, I wanna show you something.” Tosh gave Jack a quizzical look, then caught Suzie’s eye. She was grinning, which made Tosh frown even more. She stood up and followed Jack
“Okay. What is it?” she asked as she hurried to catch up with him.
“Something you need to learn,” Jack said. “This isn’t a safe job by any means, so...” He rounded a corner into a tunnel – where Tosh was faced with paper targets hanging up, and racks upon racks of weapons, some which she recognised, others which she didn’t.
“Whoa,” she said, unable to help herself as she looked around her. “This is...”
“Pretty cool, huh? Jack finished for her. “Like I said, this job isn’t easy, or safe, so you need to learn how to fire all of these. Ever fired a gun before?”
Tosh shook her head, her eyes wide. “All of these?” she asked weakly, staring at Jack.
He moved close to her, and caught her gaze. “Toshiko, I never promised this would be an easy ride. UNIT know that, or they wouldn’t have let you go so easily. But this job is dangerous, and if I keep harping on about it, it’s so you know. Even though you’re our new technical specialist, you will be needed in the field, and not every alien is nice and friendly.”
Tosh took a deep breath, and nodded. She could do this. She had to.
“Okay, first and foremost. This is your standard issue gun...”
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 351
For just_muse_me Prompt 18-2-3 All you need is love
It was okay though. Really.
The night she realised, she smiled to herself as she sat at home, working through some reports. It struck her, crept up on her silently, like a whisper on the wind.
Tosh did what she knew she had to.
She made a list.
Over the next few days she started to tick off things from her list. Some were difficult, and took time. Others were easy.
And no one knew what she was doing.
That sense that someone was coming became clearer the day that Martha arrived at Torchwood. Somehow Tosh knew it would be soon.
And it was still okay. She went through her list, finishing off things, one by one.
There was one thing she still had to do.
The next day, Martha was going to enter the Pharm, find out what was going on. Everyone had taken off for the night, and Tosh was left alone.
She sat at her monitor, and pressed some buttons, then took off her glasses, and began to speak.
“if you're seeing this, I guess it means, I'm.... well, dead. Hope it was impressive! Not crossing the road or an incident with a toaster. I just wanted to say... it's OK. It really is. Jack, you saved me. You showed me all the wonders of the universe and... all those possibilities. And I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Thank you. And Owen, you never knew. I love you. All of you. And... I hope I did good.”
She reached out, and pressed stop, then encoded it into the system.
All ready for what the future would – or in her case wouldn’t - bring.
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 218 (not including dialogue from show)
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