milliways_bar | Entries tagged with gwen cooper

There, a Devil.

Sitting at a table, looking around for someone, it seems.

No, she is not fidgety nervous at all, why? It is not like she has a date or something...

[ Semi-plotlocked, ping mun first ]

a1enzo

Two weeks ago, Enzo's newly-established True Love returned to her own world to begin a new life with her genetic family. Enzo felt a little ambivalent about it, for the usual selfish reasons, but mostly happy for her and content to reflect on their love until he saw her again.

That was two weeks ago.

Two weeks of wanting to talk to her and having to remind himself that she's not here. Two weeks of wondering how she's settling in, how she's getting along with her new family, whether she's doing any heroing, whether the media are harassing her too badly, whether it's even been two weeks for her.

Two weeks of trying to concentrate on studying because he's got his fragging exams coming up.

Green pre-teen sitting at a table, staring blankly at a ReadMe file, and periodically smacking his forehead with his hand, the file, or occasionally the table.

Love bytes.

Current Mood: aggravated

alien-catcher.livejournal.com

Like her week hadn't been strange enough, it capped at walking through a door and ending up in... a bar.

Gwen had almost been looking forward to getting home, eating leftovers, and maybe watching a rerun of Top Gear.

Opening the door to step into the Cardiff City Centre and walking into a bar, while not entirely unwelcome, was certainly unexpected.

Of course, if Gwen's learnt anything the last few months, it's to always expect the unexpected. Or, at least, try not to panic.

"I guess I could have found myself in a worse spot," she mutters, and eyes the bar.

{{ooc: I'm a newbie! Open to anyone and everyone.}}
[tiny alien catching tag: gwen cooper]

Current Mood: confused

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Countrycide, Gwen begins losing her faith in humanity...and searches for someone, anyone, to make her feel better. She ends up with Owen, and after the kiss during the Cyberwoman incident, she's not all that surpirsed. Just nervous. Angsty and a little sexytimesish]

likesthecoat

Usually (well, all three times now) when Ianto comes into Milliways he's spotless and businesslike.

Today, not so much.

It's clear it's been a while since he's shaved, the suit and tie are nowhere to be found, and there's a haunted look in his eyes that wasn't there before.

But the familiar diary is under his arm, and when he steps through the door and sees it's Milliways, his shoulders relax a fraction.

He needed Milliways: he hadn't realized how much.

othercaptjack

[OOM: In Cardiff, Torchwood staff are up for a normal evening - going out, having a laugh, checking in on their personal Cyberwoman.

...No, there's no way in hell this is going to end well.

Spoilers for Torchwood 01x04: Cyberwoman.]

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

Gwen Cooper didn't...quite remember the last time she was here. That's what retcon will do to you. And so much has happened since then, anyway...she's Torchwood now.

A secret (okay not so secret) organisation designed to hunt aliens. If it's alien, it's ours!

It's a horribly exciting life!! Can't you tell as Gwen wanders in with an armful of paperwork? Yes. SO VERY EXCITING.

She looks around for a moment, vague memories of this place flitting back. Back when she was police. Before Torchwood. They...have really good tea here.

So there's a Gwen Cooper sitting at that table over there, mulling over paperwork with a cuppa. Yay!

[ooc: fails, bbs, and has an allergy attack of doom, but is studying for exam tomorrow and should be around for a while. or dead...we'll see~]

necessary_child

So. There are now photos up around the bar of one Atton Rand with his hair in braids. Very pretty braids, really. He looks slightly drunk (okay, more than slightly) in the photos, for the very good reason that he was drunk at the time. Very drunk.

The source of all this is the small girl sitting on a table in the middle of the bar, a sheaf of printouts in her arms, swinging her legs and looking out for anyone else who wants a copy. There are notes next to all the pinned-up photos telling you who to look for, and that said photos will cost you a dollar. What, did you think Molly was going to pay for all that printing herself?

Sam's already got his, and is sitting at the next table with his legs stretched out, carefully drawing a silly curly moustache on it. There's a pint (of Atlantean) at his elbow and he's giggling a lot.

Care to join them and reminisce? Or, you know, get very drunk and silly and maybe do it all over again.

Either works.

[OOC: COME JOIN THE CRACKTHREAD YOU GUYS!]

othercaptjack

[OOM: Jack has a chat with Gwen after the events of Everything Changes.

Looks like everything is totally going to be absolutely fine with team Torchwood!

...What?]

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

[OOM: Gwen Cooper's "normal week at work" turns out to be not so normal. Try..."interesting", if interesting here meant "meeting an interesting bunch of people and running around a lot with lots of blood and retcon involved."

Doesn't it always mean that?

Spoilers for Torchwood 1x01.]

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

It had not been a good day at work for one Gwen Cooper.

It got marginally better when she entered Milliways.

So now Gwen's at the bar, with a pint, poking at the foam.

Do bother.

necessary_child

So.

Several small people arrived in Milliways today. Several of them found each other. And they were all rather bored, so what better solution than to start a game?

Hide-and-seek, to be exact.

So there are now a lot of children hidden around the bar, and a proto-Lucifer leaning against Bar with his arm covering his eyes.

"Fourteen... fifteen... sixteen..."

When he reaches thirty, he'll come looking.

Will he find you?

(OOC: Come one, come all! Threadhopping is not so much cool as encouraged. Plot chat is at bebecrack, ping herworldsonfire if you need an invite!)

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

It's early afternoon.

Somehow, somewhere, some magical person has effected a change.

The sun is not warm; it's hot.

The lake is not frozen; it's the temperature of water which has been warming under the sun for a summer.

The grass is green.

In the expanse of lawn between the bar and the water, there is a smallish bar set up; patrons can help themselves, or bartenders can suck up by manning it. Adjacent to that bar are tables, laden with food: hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, chicken, spicy black bean burgers, potato salad, corn on the cob...

You get the picture.

So come on out. The sun won't stay like this forever.

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

It had been just another boring day for Gwen Cooper. She woke up, ate breakfast, kissed Rhys goodbye, went to work, called Rhys to tell him she'd be late coming home (something about paperwork and he sighed and was quiet for a moment and she whispered that she loved him, and she'd back soon, she promised), and went out to dinner with Andy and a few other people who worked that night.

She'd gone home, opened the door to her flat and walked into Milliways. She sighed, and took a seat at a table with a cup of tea. Time stopped here...she didn't have to go home just yet and come up with stupid paperwork lies.

She's quite botherable.

lilbridgetjones.livejournal.com

Good grief. My bedroom has turned into a trendy wine bar.

Is this one of Vati's weirdo transvestite thingies? Does he come here with his apron? I bet he does, I bet he turns my bedroom into a bar and wears his apron here with all his aprony friends and their ... aprons. Oh my God! He's not in Kiwi-a-gogoland at all! He's in my trendy bedroom wine bar wearing an apron and growing a beard and singing Rolf Harris songs!

Does that mean we're all really moving into my bedroom winebar instead of Kiwi-a-gogoland? I'm already here, though. Noooooo!!! Must -- escape -- back -- to -- Sex God! Must -- where did my bedroom door go? THERE IS NO DOOR!!! Vati has kidnapped me to his Kiwi-a-gogoland bar and locked me in! Forever! Jas will be a wreck already, I am certain.

The girl stands facing the blank wall, staring at it mournfully (and vaguely wishing, in the back of her mind, that she was dressed in something slightly more glamorous than her pyjamas and dressing gown, since this is a trendy wine bar after all).

"My life," says Georgia Nicolson out loud (in an indefinable English accent), "is over."

pc-cooper.livejournal.com

There's a table in the middle of the bar, that has a coffee cup on it, and a bag of doughnuts that have the store name of Tesco printed on it. A notebook is open and there's a Gwen Cooper there too, not really paying attention to the notebook or the doughnuts or the coffee.

That exploding galaxy is much more exciting. But she's very botherable.

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.]