did_good: (geeky)
2014-10-03 05:17 pm

[[For Owen]]

It was Owen who had nicknamed their new base the Station. It suited, really, the underground tunnels once a part of Darrow's planned train line but long since abandoned and forgotten about. Roomier than the basement beneath the shop, it was also more isolated, which was a relief to Tosh. No more worrying that if something went wrong they'd blow up half of the city. Of course, that was unlikely here, less so than in Cardiff what with the rift manipulator they'd had at the Hub. It didn't mean Tosh didn't think about it, or plan for it, just like she planned for everything.

Today Owen's said something about running some tests, and it's piqued her curiosity. She's distracted from the police reports she should be reviewing, following him to see if she can help, even if it's likely annoying to him. "What is that?"
did_good: (is that so?)
2014-02-28 10:39 am

[ for Alex ]

As much as Tosh has given up on finding a way out of Darrow and back to Cardiff, she still tracks distortions and anomalies, trying to come up with any sort of pattern. Two years nearly and she's been unable to come up with anything. Sometimes when people arrive there are disturbances, sometimes there aren't. It's frustrating, and that only makes her more determined to come up with something.

She's mostly given up for the evening, after trying to get residual readings from the last few places she's heard that people have appeared. Her equipment is shoved back in her leather carry bag, the tablet the last thing to go in. A drink seems best, and there's a small wine bar down the road she likes. Tosh takes out her phone to text Owen, but hesitates, putting it back in her bag. Maybe later.
did_good: (stressed)
2013-08-27 12:37 pm

Time Doors part 2

She’s not in sight of Owen and Jack when the air raid siren goes off. It’s a familiar sound now, they’ve heard it each night and always decided to stay in the house that they’ve taken over. It’s not safe but there’s less of a chance of being caught out if they don’t spend time in large groups. Especially for Tosh, who recognises the sound from another time in her life as well, that time Jack and she found themselves in wartime Cardiff.

The similarities have been bothering her ever since their arrival. She’s taken to wearing scarves to hide her hair in the hope no one will look too closely at her face. At least Japan hasn’t officially joined the war yet, she has that relief, but there’s not a lot of goodwill about toward people of her race.

It’s early for the sirens to start, she thinks, pulling her notebook close to her chest and trying to head back toward their house. That isn’t the way the crowd is heading, though, and soon enough she’s swept up on the way to an air raid shelter. Down the dozens and dozens of steps to tunnels of the London Underground, Tosh is trapped exactly where she doesn’t want to be.

Things seem fine at first. It’s not the first time a lone person has found themselves out of their neighbourhood and in an unusual shelter. Tosh tries to keep to herself, tries to see if Jack or Owen are here as well, if being out at the market meant they’ve all been swept down here. It’s exactly that behaviour that raises the hackles of some of the women in the shelter. Busybodies, Tosh would call them another time, but today they have the bored and agitated masses at their disposal. It’s not long before they’ve made a wall of people she can’t pass, surrounding her and calling her every epithet they can think of.

“It’s not like that. I’m from London too.” It’s not a lie, she is from London. She wants to mention her grandfather at Bletchley Park but she can’t do that and even if she did they wouldn’t know it. That’s the point of a secret facility. “I’m not a spy, I’m from London.”

She flinches when a woman hefts an empty bottle as if to throw it, wondering how it’s all come down to this and if perhaps down the tracks is her best method of escape.
did_good: (nervous)
2013-08-08 01:20 pm
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(no subject)

Tosh isn’t sure how she’s managed to get both Owen and Jack in the same place at the same time. It’s a sort of magic, she supposes, that they’re even getting along somewhat. It’s probably because they’ve only both been here for an hour, and the weevils have started being strangely active. Never a good sign, she thinks, snapping her laptop shut as Marion and June start another round of low moans.

“They have to stop it,” she says as she stands, heading toward the cabinet that has the weevil spray. She tosses them each one, ignoring the look that Owen gives her. “Come on. If we have to unlock the cells it’s good there’s all three of us, isn’t it?”

It would have been good, she thinks a few moments later, staring up at the husk of a building. There’s brick everywhere, and even in the fading light she can tell there’s been a fire recently. The streets look like London streets, the houses cramped and close and the streets narrow. The people hurrying down them look frazzled and grey, their heads down and coats pulled tight. Their clothes aren’t right either, and she’s turning to look at her friends when a man in an old-fashioned army uniform appears, tweeting at a whistle and chivvying people along. “Not safe in the streets. Hurry along now. To your homes.”

Tosh blanches at the dawning realisation. This isn’t Darrow, but it’s not home either. At least, it’s not home in their time. “Please tell me someone has something that isn’t weevil spray?”
did_good: (bashful)
2013-04-23 09:44 pm

[[for Owen]]

The time since Jack arrived has been a mess, not only because of him, but due to Darrow being it's usual strange self. The influx of semi-robotic toys that had started to cause low levels of mischief had her curious and working long hours. There hasn't been anything she can find other than some odd coincidences and strange moments surrounding the furbies, and after nearly a week Tosh decides it was time for a night off.

A proper night off, but not at a bar surrounded by people she barely knows, dancing to music she doesn't particularly like. Instead she's asked Owen over, promising beer, pizza and whatever movie he wants to bring. Not exactly posh, and not exactly a date either, but hopefully a good night with just the two of them.

She's in jeans and a fitted tee, puttering around her kitchen with a glass of red to start her night. Bowie is on and it makes her smile, thinking back to New Years. Who knows, maybe if things go well they might end up in bed together again. That would definitely make it a very good night.
did_good: (stressed)
2013-02-20 11:55 am

Weevil attack

The dreams are getting worse. Most nights Tosh can barely sleep, too many images of a life she can barely remember filling her head. It’s never in sequence, never anything that makes any real sense. In the dreams she’s running and then they start. Flashes of memory, she’s sure, snippets of a life that has to be hers. Or is it?

She sees him the most, Owen. Sees him, hears his laugh, whispered words floating over another. But is he talking to her or to someone else? She can never tell, and when she wakes and scrambles for the book she leaves beside her bed now to try and capture all of this it fades. There’s only a page filled, and mostly it contains names. Jack appears over an over, as does Owen, Gwen, Susie, Ianto. But there are others too. Mentions of Mary, of Adam, Tommy, she knows these are important even if she doesn’t know how.

Tonight is another night of failed rest. Tosh has given up, packing her notebook in her bag, intending to go to Torchwood and see if she can help. Owen has to have something by now, this has been going on for weeks. He has to have fixed this.

She’s just texted to let him know she’s a block away and will be there soon when she feels it. Eyes behind her, watching her. Tosh freezes, wishing now that she’d agreed to carrying a weapon. “Who’s there? What do you want?”

Tosh doesn’t get an answer, other than a low growling. It’s dark, dawn still a good hour away, the streets deserted. Yet it’s not the police that she calls, but Owen, something inside of her trusting him more than any other authority. Tosh doesn’t get to say anything, the thing upon her before she can talk. It claws at her and she screams, dropping the phone, trying to fend it off with her hands. She tries to run but it’s faster than she is, catching her and knocking her to the ground.

A weevil. It’s a weevil. Tosh remembers, screaming again, this time calling out for Owen.
did_good: (i heard - conversation)
2012-10-29 03:51 pm
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Nov 1 - We have to deal with this sometime

"What do you mean you can't pick her up?" Tosh sighs as the woman from Take a Paws explains that one of their handlers is sick that day, and there's no one available to do puppy care. "Of course. No, of course I understand. It happens. But if someone comes in later?"

She says it hopefully, knowing that Mitsuki might be happy and asleep at her feet right now, but that it won't last for long. Once Owen comes in and sees the six month old Akita there, she's sure he'll object. But there's nothing to be done, she agrees as she hangs up the phone. It's her dog and she has to deal with it.

"Please don't come in today," she says to herself, under her breath as she starts matching up all the names of those who've returned from this other Darrow. "Let something go my way."
did_good: Thinking is her natural state (Default)
2012-07-14 02:28 pm

Email

tsato@dmail.com

Checked frequently, the best way to get a hold of her.
did_good: Thinking is her natural state (Default)
2012-07-14 02:27 pm
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Voice Mail

You've reached Toshiko Sato. Leave a message and I'll return it when I am able.
did_good: (happy)
2012-07-08 01:57 am
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[date night - for owen]

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.