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| R&D (You poor b*****d) |
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| IntSec (Were are those Weevils?) |
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| Admins (Get the Glove) |
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| Field Op (Go Find Chuthulu, Try and Surrvive.) |
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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:20 pm
... or "A funny thing happened on the way to work".
Introduction
Welcome to Torchwood Glasgow. Please hang your coats on one of the hooks located to your left.
Here at the most secret non-secrete agency in all of the world we spend our time fighting aliens, and playing with their technology. You should have been here last week. We found this orb which teleported things when you hit them with it. That kept us amused all afternoon, or at least until we teleported a few walls. We still haven't found one of the walls for the women's toilet.
Don't mind the boss. He can be a bit strange. Just do what he instructs and you are slightly more likely to get out alive.
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Guide Lines
- Follow Gaia TOS
- I am the authority, please direct all questions to me.
- This is lower level advanced. Please post at least one paragraph (six to four sentences) per post.
- Be Nice
- Keep things PG
- Send you profile to me when you finish it
- I reserve the right to ban member for not following guidelines, and change the guidelines as I see fit.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:21 pm
Deparments of Torchwood Two
Hopefully you work here, if not please report for termination. Now if you would be so kind as to listen I'll explain who does what in this insane place.
Internal Security: These are the guys who make sure nothing bad gets out of the base. You know; secrets, alien tech, Weevils, zombie viruses. That sort of stuff. We learned from Torchwood Three's mistake (See 'Risen Mitten' file for info)
Feild Operatives: These are the barve (or stupid) people who go out into Glasgow and surrounding areas to hunt down Artefacts/Weevils/Big Nasty Aleins/Demons/Insane Personal. They have some of the shortest life expectancies next to R&D.
Reaserch & Design: These are the fellows who take an artefact and figure out what the ******** it does. After the blood is mopped up they see if it has any usefulness for humanity (I.E. Us). If not it is put in storage, until some idiot manages to activate it.
Administrasion: The Admins keep each of the departments from blowing Torchwood Two (and twenty miles around it) from blowing sky-high. Their the ones who are in charge of 'the Glove' which is used to bring operatives and personal back to life. They also assign missions.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:22 pm
Team Members
Name: Malcom Raine
User: kobold505
Age: 29
Position: Head of Torchwood Two
Appearance: Malcom's height is about six foot, though those who are asked respond that he is much taller. His work is demanding, and as a result he has a fairly muscular build. He keeps his midtone brown hair fairly short, because where he to grow it any longer it would be obviously curly.
Short Biography: The Raine family has always run Torchwood Two, ever since the founding of Torchwood in the 1800's by Queen Victoria. Malcolm was trained by his father, just as his father had been taught by his father.
Temperament: Hassled, Paranoid, Somewhat cruel to those who piss him off (Often sentenced to work in R&D)
Name: Andrew Johnson (AJ for short)
User: condone
Age: 21
Position: Head of Research & Design (Only because he has managed 2 years without killing himself)
Appearance: The kind of person you try stay away from on the street. Wears a white labcoat for the fun of it and has black pants. He wears a Hawaiian shirt under the coat. His shoes are Nike air force ones that have seen to much force and not enough air. His hair is always sticking in random directions.
Short Biography: AJ has always been called wierd but never bulied about it. Ever since kindergarten, he has shown a knack at doing dangorous things and staying alive. He is naturally smart. He blew up the science lab in his 11th year by mixing frankium (God knows how he got hold of some) and water together.
Temperament: Cracks lame jokes constantly and is obviously likable. He also is constantly trying to use the alien items to look into the ladies bathrooms.
Name: Star Amelia Ferns
User: x--X--Star-Ferns--X--x
Age: 27
Position: Admin
Appearance: Star is normally wearing a black pin-striped suit, or a lab coat. White. Star has blonde hair that is either in a tight bun or a loose ponytail. She sometimes wears glasses, but also wears contacts. She has striking, intimadating, green eyes. She wears more sophisticated clothing then most people, but also knows how to have fun.
Short Biography: Star was recruited to the organization from Britain, and loves it here. She enjoys seeing what new objects come, and always wants to find out what they do. But, Star enjoys assigning missions too, so she chooses that over trying to get herself killed.
Temperament: Cold, and sarcastic. She rarely compliments anyone, and enjoys finding out what things do.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:23 pm
Oddities
...or 'Weird Alien s**t We Found'
The Portal: A one meter by one meter rift in time and space, located on the major walkways; some idiot opened in decades ago and we've never been able to close it. Every once in awhile a giant tentacle will pop out, but we just throw it some hotdogs and it goes away.
The Glove: A large glove made of unknown metal composition. We use it to bring people back from the dead. Why don't we use it for the good of humanity? Good question, report for termination.
Tele-Orb: A large white orb that glows with blue light. If you hit something with it, the hit object teleports. Great fun at parties, until walls start appearing in the pool.
'Melvin': A 'Partial Cyberman' left over from the destruction of Torchwood One. He is content with working as a delivery boy for the Admins, but sometimes his original programing comes back online. Thats when we hide. Fast.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 8:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 3:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:20 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:01 am
Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Those of which belonged to a strict, no fun, woman named Star. She did like having fun, but not alot. Work was more important, and that was that. Her hair today, a tight bun, and she was wearing her glasses. Striking green eyes shot out from behind them, surveying the scene before her. She was wearing a suit today, with black high heeled boots. She made it to her office, and shut the door behind her. Star sat down in her chair, and awaited asomething interesting to happen. Maybe a report from Field, or R&D. Hopefully not another dead one, or worse.. Star thought bitterly.
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