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[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

Heard you had an alien problem?...

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[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Me? Nope. Not at all.

*That's because he's the alien. And because the people who had a problem with him are dead now, as the stupid racists deserved.*

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

Well I got a call...

You haven't seen anything... unusual around here, have you?

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

*A slight smirk* Define unusual.

*And then he flashes.* . . . ow.

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

Oh it's you.

Hi there!

[he smiles, not freaking out at all... yet]

Are you ok?

[he's looking around now]

Where's the guy who called us...?

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

They attacked me, the idiots. So I kind of, um, attacked back.

I'm a bit mentally unstable, I'm afraid. Sorry.

*And he holds out a slightly charred human femur.*

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

Oh...

Eesh.

Look, I know you were provoked but you can't really kill people. We'll have to take you in, you know.

But we can help you.

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

You can't help me. Trust me, I've tried to get help before.

*He nibbles at the bone he's holding, then looks vaguely embarrassed.* Sorry. Sometimes I forget that sane people don't do that.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

... No. No problem. Not really.

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

You're sure? It's sort of my thing, so if there's been any disturbances I'm happy to see what I can do.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Nothing's happened. Not today.

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

[he holds up a weird looking device]

Do you mind if I give you a quick body scan? It's just routine, just like to make sure people aren't posessed or carrying alien viruses or babies, that kind of thing, it only takes a moment.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*...*

Who are you?

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

I work for a group called Torchwood - we deal with the alien and sometimes the occult, it's really nothing to worry about though.

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Me? Nope. Not at all.

*That's because he's the alien. And because the people who had a problem with him are dead now, as the stupid racists deserved.*

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

Well I got a call...

You haven't seen anything... unusual around here, have you?

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

*A slight smirk* Define unusual.

*And then he flashes.* . . . ow.

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

Oh it's you.

Hi there!

[he smiles, not freaking out at all... yet]

Are you ok?

[he's looking around now]

Where's the guy who called us...?

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

They attacked me, the idiots. So I kind of, um, attacked back.

I'm a bit mentally unstable, I'm afraid. Sorry.

*And he holds out a slightly charred human femur.*

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

Oh...

Eesh.

Look, I know you were provoked but you can't really kill people. We'll have to take you in, you know.

But we can help you.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

... No. No problem. Not really.

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

You're sure? It's sort of my thing, so if there's been any disturbances I'm happy to see what I can do.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Nothing's happened. Not today.

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

[he holds up a weird looking device]

Do you mind if I give you a quick body scan? It's just routine, just like to make sure people aren't posessed or carrying alien viruses or babies, that kind of thing, it only takes a moment.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*...*

Who are you?

[not-your-usual.livejournal.com]

I work for a group called Torchwood - we deal with the alien and sometimes the occult, it's really nothing to worry about though.