Entrance Post

[pc-cooper.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways and Pre-Torchwood: Her life is normal, and this is how it should always be.]

After her normal, normal day as a Police Constable for Cardiff, Gwen Cooper just wanted to go home. Maybe Rhys had some food done, if he was home yet (and if not, oh God, there was that delicious pie on the counter...and she could just have wee piece and he wouldn't notice, hopefully).

Of course, when one really wants to go home, that's when Bar pulls patrons in and makes them whirl about and lose all sense of...what the hell is going on.

The door opens and she walks through the door, with a look of "whut." on her face.

Huh. This...is not...her apartment.

[ooc: the mun may leave...but she'll let you know. s'just new years eve with the family, y'see.]

Comments

[pc-cooper.livejournal.com]

She nods, lips compressed. "Yeah. It is. Good geography skills."

Yeeeah.

[incoldwrit.livejournal.com]

"I just travel a lot." A lot as in his other home is a villa in Europe somewhere.

[pc-cooper.livejournal.com]

"Oh lucky." Gwen smiles.

[incoldwrit.livejournal.com]

"Not lucky--I think as a writer you have to travel, to really understand the world."

[pc-cooper.livejournal.com]

"Oh you're a writer!" And then she gets a vaguely pensieve look. "What a minute. Truman Capote...you...oh bloody hell, how did I not put that together..."


Telly eats your brain, Gwen.

[incoldwrit.livejournal.com]

Ah, there's the ego stroking he's been looking for. "I take it you're not a heavy reader."

[pc-cooper.livejournal.com]

"Not a lot of time. Rhys is more into watchin' the telly, and wants me to do it with him."

[incoldwrit.livejournal.com]

"I see." He does not wrinkle his nose at that, althought it looks like he wants to. "Television's a fine craft when it's written well. When it isn't..."

Mmmf.