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out_thereNow, I'm used to mentally assigning songs to characters/situations. I'm used to plotting imaginary songvids that I never actually do. I'm used to the urge to repeat a song over and over and over while writing.
However, I'm currently sniggering at myself. My song for Ianto? Is Ani Difranco's "Studying Stones". *giggles*
Okay, most of the amusement here is coming from the way that Ianto is clearly such a woobie -- and TW itself is at one with the emo side of the force -- for me to connect in this way. The other amusement is freakin' Ani Difranco. I mean, I know Ianto isn't an alpha male, but according to my deep-down-brain, he's barely even registering as male. *snorts*
Also? Painkillers kicked in. So I'm easily amused. And my picfor1000 story refuses to... be more than three lines long.
ETA:
Lyrics:
studying stones
i am out here studying stones
trying to learn to be less alive
using all of my will
to keep very still
still even on the inside
i've cut all of the pertinent wires
so my eyes can't make that connection
i am holding my breath
i am feigning my death
when i'm looking in your direction
'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode
there's never been an endeavor so strange
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
to keep my face blank
as a stone that just sank
until not a ripple remains
i am high above the tree line
sitting cross legged on the ground
when all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
that's when i'm gonna come down
'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode
However, I'm currently sniggering at myself. My song for Ianto? Is Ani Difranco's "Studying Stones". *giggles*
Okay, most of the amusement here is coming from the way that Ianto is clearly such a woobie -- and TW itself is at one with the emo side of the force -- for me to connect in this way. The other amusement is freakin' Ani Difranco. I mean, I know Ianto isn't an alpha male, but according to my deep-down-brain, he's barely even registering as male. *snorts*
Also? Painkillers kicked in. So I'm easily amused. And my picfor1000 story refuses to... be more than three lines long.
ETA:
Lyrics:
studying stones
i am out here studying stones
trying to learn to be less alive
using all of my will
to keep very still
still even on the inside
i've cut all of the pertinent wires
so my eyes can't make that connection
i am holding my breath
i am feigning my death
when i'm looking in your direction
'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode
there's never been an endeavor so strange
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
to keep my face blank
as a stone that just sank
until not a ripple remains
i am high above the tree line
sitting cross legged on the ground
when all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
that's when i'm gonna come down
'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode
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Date: 2007-02-05 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 04:14 am (UTC)Hmm. Possibly, I should look for a plot.
Date: 2007-02-05 04:28 am (UTC)Gwen shot him a disapproving look. "Someone got out of the wrong side of bed."
Rolling his eyes, Owen stifled a yawn. "Speak for yourself, love. Some of us haven't been to bed yet. Remember what it's like to go out and have fun, or has it been too long since you and Rhys have?"
Gwen scowled at him and Owen grinned back. If he had to be here and be miserable, the rest of them could suffer too.
"After the first girl ran off, the remaining twenty-six children on the playground suddenly started crying and ran away," Ianto supplied, glancing at his clipboard. "And Toshiko's computer noticed an irregularity in electromagnetic fields, most pronounced in this area."
"So I got dragged out here before seven on a Saturday morning to poke around a playground and take readings? God, I love this job."
"Good to hear," Jack said, with the type of smile that could only be Jack Bloody Harkness at an hour that God clearly forgot. Or should never have made in the first place.
Re: Hmm. Possibly, I should look for a plot.
Date: 2007-02-05 04:31 am (UTC)And yes, a plot. The crackier the better?
Re: Hmm. Possibly, I should look for a plot.
Date: 2007-02-05 04:35 am (UTC)that? reassured me so much.
The crackier the better?
It's TW. That kind of goes without saying.
I just need to think of something that can be done in 840 words.
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Date: 2007-02-05 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 05:57 am (UTC)Your description of Owen & his body language is spot-on--so good that I kinda want to hit him, just like I do in every episode of the show. Good luck with the rest of the fic!
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Date: 2007-02-05 06:56 am (UTC)And the references to "keeping my face totally blank" work for him, at least for him in the first three episodes... hmm. Or maybe all the way up to Greek Bearing Gifts, actually.
It's just... such an emo-pain, girly-emotional song. Don't get me wrong: sometimes, I love that. It's just not a style of music I'm used to associating with male scifi characters.
I really think that Torchwood (and the Doctor Who it prompted me to watch) has warped my understanding of how much angst a person should experience on a day-to-day basis. I find myself feeling a bit empty because I'm in stable, long-term relationship and have a number of close friends who seem to more or less understand and accept me. That's not how life's supposed to be!
Bwah! Okay, I don't find Dr Who that angsty (I mean, okay, moments of darkness, but many, many more moments of light) but Torchwood? Torchwood is Dr Who's emo cousin, who dresses in black and reads Emily Dickinson poetry. (Dr Who, clearly, would be a total geek, would both know and mock netspeak, and would spend a great deal of time reading Asimov.)
Your description of Owen & his body language is spot-on--so good that I kinda want to hit him, just like I do in every episode of the show. Good luck with the rest of the fic!
*takes comfort in that*
See, I worry. I don't do teamfic. That's what this wants to be. Gen teamfic. Ask anyone and they'll tell you that I'm all about the slash, and all about stories with only two characters. Having to write more than that throws me off and hmmm.
I don't know. I sorta want to write this story, but most of me wants to write a story that starts:
Ianto's first impressions of Captain Jack Harkness -- long before he met the man and discovered his almost palpable charisma -- was rebellious and intelligent. The second was almost a given: Torchwood doesn't suffer fools gladly, and anyone who can't keep up is quickly left behind, missing the relevant memories.
It was the first one that was important. Rebels don't pay enough attention to the rules, to systems and order. They don't always notice minor deviations and irregularities.
Ianto hadn't had enough information to prove his hypothesis. The employee file -- the parts that weren't classified -- was a half-page detailing Harkness' role at Torchwood Three and the case reports were haphazard. Too much detail here, not enough there; a certain flair when it came to describing alien tech followed by cold, martial description of physical encounters. Ianto knew how to read between the lines -- that was, in a way, his job -- and all the reports told him was that they were collaborations thrown together by different agents, pieced like a jigsaw puzzle. But that told enough.
Torchwood Three was an indulgence. Harkness had campaigned for it and offered to run it, and while Ianto can only verify it through secondary references, he's quite sure that Torchwood Three was a combination of bribe and thank-you gift to a man whose employee file shows nothing. Run with a skeleton crew, only half the staff they have funding for, in the middle of Cardiff to watch over a rift Torchwood One has deigned "negligible", it had the broadly defined purpose of averting danger and protecting civilians.
Considering that it appeared to be run by a man with no consideration of paperwork, bureaucracy or meticulous thinking, Torchwood Three was the most logical place to hide.
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Date: 2007-02-05 07:46 am (UTC)Torchwood Three as an indulgence is so right. In a few short paragraphs you've explained so very much that makes no sense in the show and gotten well into Ianto. And after that first sentence, I'm curious to see how Captain Jack comes back into this.
Not to say that gen teamfic isn't interesting, but I'm always going to vote for more Ianto and less Owen.
I just watched Doomsday and The Runaway Bride this weekend, so I'm feeling the Doctor Who angst at the moment. But you're right, it's not emo in a dark way, and it's more about wonder and joy and other cheesiness that makes my friends mock me for loving it. Weird that between Doctor Who and Torchwood, it's the one with decent scripts and without gratuitous sex that's the guilty pleasure.
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Date: 2007-02-05 08:30 am (UTC)*snods* It's the trick of balancing them, and still saying something about the characters. I don't know how possible it is. Meanwhile, it's not like I want to say anything vital in the teamfic, I just wanted to write Owen complaining. (Yes, he's a pratt, but he's an amusing pratt. I actually like Owen, partly because he's so unapologetically unlikeable.)
In a few short paragraphs you've explained so very much that makes no sense in the show and gotten well into Ianto. And after that first sentence, I'm curious to see how Captain Jack comes back into this.
Captain Jack will be the one to open the front door. And flirt with Ianto. And take him out for coffee.
*looks back over those sentences*
You know, seriously, that is the plot for this story. It just seems a lot less... ridiculous when it's interspersed with dialogue between the two of them (because first impressions? Ianto would be focusing strongly on not giving much away while giving the impression of being honest, and Jack's main concern would be getting to know the newest member of his team. As far as Jack's concerned, I don't think he wants perfect employees -- he likes flawed ones, as long as he knows what the flaws are and how he has to look out for them).
Not to say that gen teamfic isn't interesting, but I'm always going to vote for more Ianto and less Owen.
Hee. Fair 'nough.
I just watched Doomsday and The Runaway Bride this weekend, so I'm feeling the Doctor Who angst at the moment. But you're right, it's not emo in a dark way, and it's more about wonder and joy and other cheesiness that makes my friends mock me for loving it. Weird that between Doctor Who and Torchwood, it's the one with decent scripts and without gratuitous sex that's the guilty pleasure.
Hee. I still haven't seen teh Runaway Bride but I'm guessing it'll be angst-o-rama.
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Date: 2007-02-05 09:05 am (UTC)Doesn't sound ridiculous to me. Sounds fantastic, really. Between the dialogue (and Ianto is always good for the best dialogue) and the POV, I think I'd be pretty well engrossed. You're gonna write it right now, right? *g*
I still haven't seen teh Runaway Bride but I'm guessing it'll be angst-o-rama.
omg, it's angstastic. I hope you won't feel spoiled if I tell you that there's one scene with music and flashback that made me think I was watching a fanvid. Not that I'm complaining, honestly, because I'm a bit of a whore for angst. And the Doctor is wearing his glasses in the scene. TPTB would have to try very, very hard to get me to find fault with any scene in which the Doctor wears glasses.
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Date: 2007-02-05 11:04 pm (UTC)Hee! Best way to describe it, really.
I hope you won't feel spoiled if I tell you that there's one scene with music and flashback that made me think I was watching a fanvid. Not that I'm complaining, honestly, because I'm a bit of a whore for angst. And the Doctor is wearing his glasses in the scene. TPTB would have to try very, very hard to get me to find fault with any scene in which the Doctor wears glasses.
Oh, the Doctor in glasses. I swear, I actually make these happy little squealing sounds every time he wears glasses on-screen. Ten is the geek-Doctor, truly and utterly, and I love him for it.
Because I shouldn't be writing this
Date: 2007-02-06 05:47 am (UTC)Organising the transfer was easy. Torchwood One was in chaos and everyone was leaving, rats scurrying to flee the sinking ship. Amidst all the paperwork needed to move employees and technology from one country to another, it was easy to get the necessary signatures on the right forms.
Stabilising Lisa's condition was harder. Tracking down pieces of Cyberman units wasn't difficult but piecing them together was. He'd never had the head for schematics that Lisa did. ("The universe has a plan, Ianto," she used to say, bent over some new object or sketching lines and diagrams into his skin. She couldn't always explain why a gadget worked, but she could reverse engineering anything that came across her desk and if you built it precisely from her schematic, it would work.).
He'd tried, puzzled, and even buzzed and drowsy from the combination of pain and painkillers, she had to correct him.
(He asked he how she knew what to do, and then wished he hadn't. Her eyes had gone wide and scared, as terrified as the night her father had a stroke, and she said, "I don't know." He forced himself to smile and press his lips against her too-cold skin, then said, "You never could explain it.")
But Ianto did what he did best: he organised the details. Right forms, right stamps, right signatures. Rented a place in Cardiff, packed up their flat in London and sent letters to various friends and relatives, explaining that he'd been transfered to Wales. Then he packed Lisa inside metal, inside boxes marked "Torchwood Three, Immediate Delivery" and hoped that the medication wasn't too much (prayed it wasn't too little).
Then he boarded a plane -- pen, phone and wallet in his pocket -- and knocked on the door of Torchwood Three at precisely seven in the morning.
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Re: Because I shouldn't be writing this
Date: 2007-02-07 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 08:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-05 05:58 pm (UTC)I´ve only see a couple of Torchwood eps, but I think that you are nailing the characters. Although, you´ve got to admit that you are giving yourself a job is you are really gonna let this fic run itself to the Gen part of the road. The Gen Teamfic part of the road.
But if someone can pull it off, sweetie, I know it´s you... *munches cookie and waits to see what happens next*
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Date: 2007-02-05 11:02 pm (UTC)I'm a casual fan. i'll drop in, play a CD on repeat for a while, and then get distracted by the new shiny.
I´ve only see a couple of Torchwood eps, but I think that you are nailing the characters. Although, you´ve got to admit that you are giving yourself a job is you are really gonna let this fic run itself to the Gen part of the road. The Gen Teamfic part of the road.
But if someone can pull it off, sweetie, I know it´s you... *munches cookie and waits to see what happens next*
*nods* Thank you. I will... try.