[date night - for owen]

[did_good]

A date with Owen. Tosh couldn't quite believe that it was actually happening, but it was. He'd agreed and left it up to her to organise. She had one date to show him, to prove to him, that this was something he wanted to pursue.

Tosh had thought about what she wanted. Dinner wasn't enough and a bar wasn't either. There had been posters up about a show, dinner and a performance and she'd purchased two tickets, messaging Owen with the details.

Her dress was simple and the flats she wore were black and plain. Tosh did her best to not look nervous or eager as she waited. He would come, it would be okay.

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[did_good]

Her mouth twitches, as a real smile starts to replace the forced one. "It's just maths, at least at first. Angles of motion, material stress. It's not really our forte, but we thought we might be able to manage a roller coaster. If we could find the people to build it."

It had all started as a joke with Eduardo, but the more they joke about it the more she wonders if it could work. Tosh sips her wine, appreciating the smoothness. "The materials might be an issue, but then again the place could provide. We have a boardwalk, we could turn Darrow into it's own Blackpool or Margate."

[beat_death]

"Right. So people are just going to sign on to help build an amusement park with no hope of getting paid, just for fun? That's likely," Owen replies, skeptical about the entire idea.

He'll admit, it's good she's doing something that's not just work, but it's about the most mental thing he's heard in quite some time.

[did_good]

"Who's to say they wouldn't get paid? We could put it forward to council as business proposal." It's up there on her list of mad ideas, but his skepticism sets her on edge. "Why, what have you been doing with your time?"

[beat_death]

"Hospital, mostly," Owen replies, then takes a drink from his glass. "It's weirder than I thought it'd be, having patients again."

And to be honest, he's not sure he likes it all that much. Mostly, Owen reckons the two of them are just trying to fill the void left by Torchwood. Somehow being in a place like this makes it worse, he thinks.

[did_good]

"It's been a while since they've been anything but dead. Or one of us. Or a-" Tosh cuts herself off before saying 'a dead one of us' sipping at her wine. "Is it so bad? Dealing with the people here?"

[beat_death]

"That was always the part I hated," Owen replies, "all the talking with people, answering stupid questions... sometimes I feel like I was better off with the dead ones."

Maybe it sounds a bit morbid, but it's the truth. And maybe there was no recognition for it at Torchwood, but he always felt like his work mattered more as well.

[did_good]

"It's why I worked with computers. Simpler than people." Tosh is agreeing with him until she realises how it makes her sound. Not that it matters, really, he knows how awkward he could be. "And then I ended up with you lot."

[beat_death]

"Don't really think it's the same thing," he says, though he frowns, not entirely sure he believes the words that have come out of his own mouth. But his reasons for becoming a doctor were different.

He hadn't been running from anything, for one, if that's what Tosh means.

[did_good]

She wasn't running either, not really. It was more a situation of doing what she was good at, and people weren't that thing. Things changed, she knows that now. Jack changed her, and Torchwood. Tosh still wouldn't win MIss Congeniality, but she was better than she was, at least most of the time.

"We should get out more," she decides, announcing it to him. "Listen to us. Work, more work. There's a whole city here to explore."

[beat_death]

"I get out plenty," Owen protests, though truthfully, a good deal of the time he's not at the hospital or at the shop is spent in. Granted, he's not always alone, but he's in.

"Have you been by the museum yet?"

He hasn't been all the way through it yet, but he reckons it might interest Tosh.

[did_good]

"I haven't," Tosh admits, fingers wrapped around the stem of her glass. "In fact, I didn't realise there was a museum. I made it to the library."

[beat_death]

He's not surprised at Tosh easily finding the library. Seems like the sort of thing she probably did her second day there.

"Doing some research on the locals or just bored?" he asks, then takes another sip of his drink.

[did_good]

"A bit of both. I wanted to see what sort of history books they had." The answer was largely unremarkable ones. Darrow seemed a fairly uninteresting history wise, almost suspiciously so, as if it were unreal. Which, she supposes, it is. "In the end I ended up with a few bad novels. Mystery, crime, that sort of thing."

[beat_death]

"Museum's a bit dull anyway," Owen replies, finishing off his drink and then looking round to see if he can catch the eye of their waitress. He's really not one to put food and sex together so directly, so hopefully they can actually manage a meal before the women really get started with the performance.

"Bunch of stuff that supposedly happened to people none of us have ever heard of. Makes you wonder if any of it ever actually happened."

[did_good]

"Sort of like the history. It was unremarkable, but completely so." It was frustrating, knowing the museum was the same. "Did they have a geology section? It's harder to lie with rocks."

The waitress comes by and Tosh quiets, pointing at the fish and asking for more wine though she's drank this glass too quickly.

[beat_death]

"Didn't really think to look," Owen says, though it's a brilliant idea and something worth looking into, whether or not the artifacts there are actually as old as they claim to be. There's no telling how long before they all arrived the city even existed in the first place.

He's about to tell her as much when the waitress turns up again, and he reckons it's probably not the best idea, talking about their skepticism of the city with one of them around.

"She'll have the fish, I'll have the steak— medium— and we could both do with drink refills, thanks," he says quickly, hoping she'll be off straightaway.

[did_good]

She's content with his order, especially for the order for more drinks. Those are very welcome. Once the waitress goes, she turns back to look at Owen, "So... rocks at the museum. Maybe we could go look?"