O: "You're a very dapper chap...Quite the man, aren't you?"

I: "I beg your pardon?"

O: "Well, I mean, you're more experienced with affairs of the heart. More wordly than me, for example."

I: "...I presume this is leading somewhere."

O: "How would a person go about indicating to the object of their affection that they're rather...taken with them -- in a romantic sense? Hypothetically speaking, of course."

I: "Of course. Generally the direct approach works. Tell them how you feel. Failing that. A gift, perhaps? Some flowers?"

O: "Right. Yes. Perhaps I should jot that down. For, um, future reference, of course."

I: "Of course."

(OOC note: This is set during the period of time when Adam had fiddled with everyone's memories and Owen was dorkified like whoa)

"Give it back!" Owen hissed, his gun aimed threateningly in Dean's direction.

"Whoa, dude. You've gotta let her go." Dean's tone was calm, even sympathetic. That only enraged Owen more. "That alien thing that was inside of her, it's completely destroyed her. She's gone."

No. Not like this. "I'm supposed to save her this time. I can still save her."

"This is not the answer. Believe me, man. I know. Put the gun down. Making a deal with a demon is-"

Owen squeezed the trigger. Then he crouched down, retrieved the box and began to dig in the cross-road dirt.

Owen sent the paper airplane sailing and it landed right on target, miraculously sticking cockpit first in Gwen's gorgeous brown hair before it joined the pile at her feet.

He got another annoyed look for his trouble. "Will you stop bein' an immature shit, Owen. I'm tryin' to work."

"Awh, come on. You like the attention." Owen tossed back with a smirk. He turned back to his desk and began to fold another piece of paper.

Before he could finish, though, he felt something hit the back of his head.

He turned and grinned at Gwen.

"Took you long enough."





(ooc note: I am trying my darnedest to stick to the 100 word drabble rule with all of these. Enjoy.)

Pick an Owen and I'll write a fic or a drabble based on that. You can pick your top three and I'll write at least one, possibly with your muse if I know them in general.


1. Playful!Owen
2. Murderous!Owen
3. Flailing!Owen
4. Incarcerated!Owen
5. Deviant!Owen
6. Ill!Owen
7. Intoxicated!Owen
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Owen
9. Eloquent!Owen
10. Cooking!Owen
11. Over-protective! Owen
12. Wanker!Owen
13. Silly!Owen
14. Romantic!Owen
15. Long-winded!Owen
16. Bedtime!Owen
17. Jealous!Owen
18. Inquisitive!Owen
19. Confused!Owen
20. Sexy!Owen
21. Angry!Owen
22. Dorky!Owen
23. Working!Owen
24. Needs-a-Hug!Owen
25. Choose-your-own!Owen

Please go to here: http://imatwat.livejournal.com/13307.html and post your chibi mini-muse if you want to be included in the silliness.

RS chat can cause fits of silliness, and I have volunteered to make group photos of everyone's DW/TW chibi mini-muses. Yay me! (what was I thinking?!!!)

I shall be making 3 settings: One for Relative Space muses in front of Sarah Jane's house, one on the Plas for all Torchwood muses, and one for general Doctor Who muses in front of a lovely Tardis.

Please post a link, or image here of your mini muse if you wish to be added to the group photos.

Ta.

Edited to change eye colour, because violet? No. And to add guns. You can never have enough guns.

You are The Tower

Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.

The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.

The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Alrighty then...

1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.


(ooc: Not really screening the comments, but the conversations are to be treated as private.)

Owen nearly drops the keys trying to get the door of his flat unlocked. His companion giggles and gropes at his arse while he bends down to pick them up again. After some annoyed jiggling of said keys, the door finally swings open and the two of them stumble over the threshold.

They're both rollicking drunk.

And pawing at each other in that uncoordinated and slightly ineffectual way that people do when they've had one too many and are desperately wanting to shag each other's brains out.

( Cut for sexual situations and profanity )

Have at it...

1. Your Name:
2. Are we friends?
3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?
4. Would you kiss me?
5. ...with tongue?
6. Would you enjoy it?
7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?
8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theatre?
9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
12. If you heard a rumour about me, would you defend me?
13. Do you think I'm a good person?
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?
15. Do you think I'm hot?
16. Would you call me just because?
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you?
18. If you could change anything about me, would you?
19. Would you have sex with me?
20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)?
22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Sorry for being horrendously MIA these past few weeks. The changeover at work has involved many a 10-12 hour work day and meant I've been getting home when the little one is already asleep which makes for a very cranky exhausted mum. Anyways, the Go Live week is over and I am back to my scheduled programming. Huzzah!!! And shall be re-inserting Owen back into the mix especially at RS once I have caught up on the reading.

Thanks to everyone who sent me a concerned note or message, you are all fabulous and I really appreciated it. *hugs*

Owen was actually a bit nervous. Which was stupid, really. It was only a second date, for heaven's sake. But how long had it been since he'd actually gone on a proper second date with someone? Diane? It was a troubling thought.

And fuck, Reinette was so extremely out of his league that it was completely laughable, and yet she'd accepted. Which made him wonder just why she had.

After all, he had an ulterior motive. Or so he told himself. But let's face it, she was extraordinary. He didn't need to consult the fucking history books to know that. He had eyes, and ears, and other body parts which responded appropriately to her subtle allure.

And for some odd reason, she didn't find him all that obnoxious. Most fucking peculiar. Usually that was part of his...charm.

Well, there was no point in trying to second guess the whys and wherefores because he'd reached the point on the docks that he'd specified and she was due to arrive any minute now. On foot, since she'd made it clear that she still wasn't really that fond of cars. Owen had decided that the date ought to be a surprise, and so had only told her to dress formally and to meet him down on Mermaid Quay at 7 o'clock.

He was wearing a rather dashing suit. Not exactly a tux, but close enough. White shirt even, but he hadn't bothered with a tie. Still, on occasion he scrubbed up fairly well, if he did say so himself. He leaned on the railing, looking out at the harbour and resisted the urge to fidget with his cuff or glance at his watch.

My humble apologies to anyone waiting for tags from me. I'm afraid RL has been kicking my butt these past couple of weeks. My employment is going through a big change at the moment, and my 8 month old son has been suffering though his first major cold/flu all week. So right now I running on empty, fighting off the cold myself  and pretty brain fried.

Thank you for being patient and I hope I can bring Owen back into play - causing trouble, annoying Jack, flirting his arse off and taking names - real soon.

It was an unfamiliar feeling.

Owen wasn't sure how it had happened, or if he was entirely comfortable with it yet, but...

For the first time in ages, he'd actually looked forward to coming to work. Had woken up with a smile on his face and no hang-over. Had bloody well hummed in the SUV on the way to the Hub.

It'd only been a few days, but something had happened to put him in an uncharacteristically good mood. He hoped to fucking god that no-one else had noticed. Especially not Ianto. Ianto never missed a thing, which was a particularly annoying trait of his.

But, yeah. Owen felt good. He felt at peace with himself. There was nothing to rage at. Nothing to be unsatisfied or disappointed about. Things had picked up.

He knew it couldn't last, but that unfamiliar feeling...it wasn't so bad, really.

He was happy. He was content to just be.

He was useful. His expertise was actually being appreciated.

They even completed each other's sentences. Each other's thoughts. It was really quite fucking amusing when you thought about it.

And she laughed at his jokes. Even the lame ones. She gave as good as she got. Even when she rolled her eyes at him, he knew she was smiling on the inside.

With Diane it had been all overwhelming passion, and terror, and the grandness of it all. Casablanca on fucking speed. Doomed from the start.

This time he was comfortable, but completely intrigued as well. And not bored one bit. Not by a long stretch. Never a dull moment so far.

And she understood. Knew what it was like to have that burden. That compulsive desire to save people.

His intellect -- so often a turn off with his pulls, that part of him which was all about the science, the minute facts and details and probabilities and trivia that he needed to keep crammed in his head -- it wasn't an issue. In fact, he was quite bloody sure he could learn a thing or two from her. It made him smirk just thinking about the next time she'd catch him out and arch an eyebrow at him. Not keeping up with your reading? Shame on you, Dr. Harper.

She had a boyfriend, but he could work around that.

And she was fucking beautiful. He'd found himself just gazing at her UNIT ID picture on the monitor. Tosh had caught him at it and he'd accepted a date with her to cover it. Poor Tosh. He sort of felt bad about that, but he hadn't wanted it to get around the Hub. Not yet.

But this feeling, it was definitely starting to grow on him.

And there was no rush, was there? No need to set things in motion.

It was only the beginning, right?

Maybe this time he'd slow down and enjoy the ride.

Strange. This time he wasn't afraid at all.