Suddenly I'm Mr. Sex

huntingtigers:

westwood-and-new-shoes:

huntingtigers:

Seb considered Jim for a moment, but stopped when Jim demanded he have his chair back.  With a sigh, Seb lifted the swivel chair up and put in front of Moriarty.  “You didn’t let me in on much information.”  Sebastian confessed and he picked the book off the floor and threw it on the couch.  “Well, after the weird incident with the angel that says he killed Kev, you texted me, telling me to go to the bar and wait for a woman… Gwen?  Yeah, I was supposed to follow her because she was looking for Charles.  Oh, and thanks for the heads up, by the way.  Just what I needed after meeting a bloke with wings, shoot a man with a fish head.

“Anyway, you and the woman were chatting and then someone, who called himself Captain Jack Harkness decided to use flirting with me as an excuse to try and distract me.  She must have drugged you Jim, because one glass and you left that bar stumbling all over the place.  Then she left, I got rid of the Captain, I texted you, and I went after her.  Shot Charles, in his fish head, because he’s got one of those, Jim.  A fish head.  Then I came back here.  Oh and you fell asleep on the floor so I put you on the couch.  That’s it.”

“Fish head, yes I said that.  Angel?  Were you high?  Hallucinating as a result of diabetic shock?  It doesn’t matter.”  Jim twirled in his chair and stared at the ceiling.  ”Blowfish.”  He stopped his chair and looked at Moran “Charles was a blowfish.  An alien.  You’re going to need to deal with this fact as we’re probably going to be running into more like him.  Well, like him, not like him, alien, yes.  Either way you’re going to just have to deal with it.”  Captain Jack Harkness.  He knew the name, leader of Torchwood.  ”Tell me.  Did Charles say anything to Miss Cooper? About me.  About they key?” 

“I wasn’t high,” grumbled Sebastian.  He rubbed his eyes and stretch a crick out of his back.  “Shot him in the head, twice, and the bastard handed the bullets back to me.  You don’t hallucinate that shit, Jim.”  He paused to consider the idea of aliens.  He didn’t want to believe, any of this really, but he’d already killed one of them.  Plus, Jim said he was going to have to deal with is, so Sebastian found himself nodding.  Aliens, that was practically a step up from hunting humans.  “He got a few words out, by the time I got him in my sights, but I silenced him as quickly as possible.”

As he said those words, he prepared himself for one of Jim’s lashing outs.  After all, those few words could have been anything and could have compromised everything.  Seb had taken the shot rather quick and effectively, but that probably didn’t matter to Jim.

“A few words could be anything.  A few words could be everything.”  He looked at Sebastian, moved closer to him, and whispered “Leave, now.” he turned and waived at him from behind his back. “you standing around spreading your stupid isn’t helping my thought process.”  Moran moved toward the door, “I’ll text you when I need you. And I will need you.  In the mean time do try not to become too inebriated.”

huntingtigers:

Seb considered Jim for a moment, but stopped when Jim demanded he have his chair back.  With a sigh, Seb lifted the swivel chair up and put in front of Moriarty.  “You didn’t let me in on much information.”  Sebastian confessed and he picked the book off the floor and threw it on the couch.  “Well, after the weird incident with the angel that says he killed Kev, you texted me, telling me to go to the bar and wait for a woman… Gwen?  Yeah, I was supposed to follow her because she was looking for Charles.  Oh, and thanks for the heads up, by the way.  Just what I needed after meeting a bloke with wings, shoot a man with a fish head.

“Anyway, you and the woman were chatting and then someone, who called himself Captain Jack Harkness decided to use flirting with me as an excuse to try and distract me.  She must have drugged you Jim, because one glass and you left that bar stumbling all over the place.  Then she left, I got rid of the Captain, I texted you, and I went after her.  Shot Charles, in his fish head, because he’s got one of those, Jim.  A fish head.  Then I came back here.  Oh and you fell asleep on the floor so I put you on the couch.  That’s it.”

“Fish head, yes I said that.  Angel?  Were you high?  Hallucinating as a result of diabetic shock?  It doesn’t matter.”  Jim twirled in his chair and stared at the ceiling.  ”Blowfish.”  He stopped his chair and looked at Moran “Charles was a blowfish.  An alien.  You’re going to need to deal with this fact as we’re probably going to be running into more like him.  Well, like him, not like him, alien, yes.  Either way you’re going to just have to deal with it.”  Captain Jack Harkness.  He knew the name, leader of Torchwood.  ”Tell me.  Did Charles say anything to Miss Cooper? About me.  About they key?” 

(Source: westwood-and-new-shoes)

huntingtigers:

westwood-and-new-shoes:

When James woke up late the next day, he felt like he had been shot in the head.  He looked around and recognized his office.  Moran was asleep near-by and reclining in a  chair with his feet up on the edge of the couch.Slowly he sat up, hammers banging in his head.  He rubbed his eyes and felt for the phone in his pocket.  Texts to and from the Colonel about a meeting, about following, about Charles.  Charles.  He had planned to use Torchwood to track down the hapless blowfish who owed him an exorbitant amount of money.  

He checked his phone again, noticing the text addressed to agent Cooper.  Well that’s unfortunate.  It would appear that we took advantage of each other.  What kind of drug did you use? His memories were not fuzzy, they were not hazy, they just didn’t exist.  This was a special drug, something to look in to.  Nonetheless he’d burned a bridge that could have been useful in the future a bit too early.  Note to self: do try to not threaten to tear out someones spine and use it to play fetch with stray dogs while drugged.  From the texts to and from the Colonel he was able to put together a rough picture of the previous day.  

He walked over to the reclined Colonel, leaned in close to his ear, tipped him back further in the chair, and shouted at the top of his lungs “LAMP-POST!”  

Somewhere between page 10 and page 12 of one of Moriarty’s books, Sebastian had fallen asleep.  Pinpointing exactly when he woke up was far easier.  It was when Moriarty decided to scream in his ear.  His eyes shot open and he cursed loudly as he tried to figure out where he was.  The swivel chair that he was sleeping on wasn’t expected and he flailed to get himself upright, which only put him more off balance.

“FUCK,” screamed Seb.  He made sure to keep his head up so he wouldn’t smack it against the hardwood floor.  Finally, he gathered his thoughts and he looked up at Jim who was looking down at him.  “Really?  Was that really necessary?”  He grumbled and picked himself up off the floor.

“Necessary?  Ne-Ce-SSARY.”  Moriarty wandered around the office, pacing back and fourth. “No, yes, ehhhh, yes yes it was.  Very very necessary.”  He looked at Moran seriously.  ”Tell me.  Tell me everything.  Every single detail of the past 24 hours.  Don’t give me that look, of course I know that you don’t know everything.  Well how could you?  Fish fish fishy fish fish people.  Yes.  There are fish people, can we move on?”  Moran stayed quiet for another second before opening his mouth to talk, but Moriarty cut him off, “You.  Are in. My chair.”  he said raising an eyebrow, “Well what are you waiting for?  Talk!”

When James woke up late the next day, he felt like he had been shot in the head.  He looked around and recognized his office.  Moran was asleep near-by and reclining in a  chair with his feet up on the edge of the couch.Slowly he sat up, hammers banging in his head.  He rubbed his eyes and felt for the phone in his pocket.  Texts to and from the Colonel about a meeting, about following, about Charles.  Charles.  He had planned to use Torchwood to track down the hapless blowfish who owed him an exorbitant amount of money.  

He checked his phone again, noticing the text addressed to agent Cooper.  Well that’s unfortunate.  It would appear that we took advantage of each other.  What kind of drug did you use? His memories were not fuzzy, they were not hazy, they just didn’t exist.  This was a special drug, something to look in to.  Nonetheless he’d burned a bridge that could have been useful in the future a bit too early.  Note to self: do try to not threaten to tear out someones spine and use it to play fetch with stray dogs while drugged.  From the texts to and from the Colonel he was able to put together a rough picture of the previous day.  

He walked over to the reclined Colonel, leaned in close to his ear, tipped him back further in the chair, and shouted at the top of his lungs “LAMP-POST!”  

OOC: Good night everyone.  It was beautiful! ;)

huntingtigers:

Sebastian made good time on his way back considering he took a long, round about way to Jim’s office.  He just needed to make sure that no one decided to follow him back.  It was one thing to get himself connected with the murder, another to get himself and Jim connected to the murder.  Neither was acceptable to him, but the latter was worse for some reason.

So, he carefully made his way back to the university and into Jim’s office without being seen.

Jim’s office reminded him of the ones he had to visit when he was a student at Oxford.  Especially the big wooden desk that took up a large portion of the rather spacious office.  He glanced around the office, worrying for a second that Jim hadn’t made it back, before he spotted Jim’s shoe and the bottom of his pants leg peaking out from behind the desk.  He quickly walked around the desk and found Jim sprawled out against it.  Seb put his fingers on Jim’s throat to check his pulse and then he went on to make sure that, as far as he could tell, he was okay.

“What have you gotten us into this time,” he muttered under his breath.  People with fish heads.  He had hunted and killed a fish person, it was enough to make him chuckle quietly.  “At least it isn’t boring.  But you can’t sleep here.”

With relative ease, he wrapped one arm under Jim’s legs and another under Jim’s arms and he picked him up.  Carefully, he walked him over to the couch.

‘Barely conscious’ was a generous description.  James heard the door open, but couldn’t open his eyes or move.  When he heard the Colonel’s voice he relaxed a little bit.  However, for some reason had no idea what exactly it was he had “gotten them into.”  In a second he had moved from the floor to the small couch in his office.  Hopefully tomorrow Moran would explain exactly why he was drugged, and exactly how he ended up on the floor.  

dontcallmeenglish:

westwood-and-new-shoes:

dontcallmeenglish:

Gwen looked up to see the Professor had arrived at exactly 6:30. She smiled as she shook his hand, saying, “Actually, yes.” She took a sip of her whiskey, passing him a coaster over the top of his drink. A small pill instantly dissolved in his drink, colorless and tasteless.

“This is going to sound insane, but I assure you, it’s true,” she started. “My equipment picked up traces left by the perpetrator, and it points to only one thing.” She turned her body towards the Professor. “An alien stole your research.” Gwen paused to gauge his reaction. “This particular alien goes by Charles, I’ve had a few meetings with him myself. Was that reporter named Charles?” Hopefully she could bypass the normal freak out and just get her information. If this was the Blowfish she thought it was, she would have a few choice punches for him when she found him.

“Charles…yes”  He stared at her for a moment “Charles, you…you mean illegal alien, as in not from England..right?”  He loved feigning surprise and shock.  She shook her head in the negative ”So,you mean to say that the man in my office, who stole from me, was not form this planet?”  She nodded.  He downed his entire drink in an effort to appear concerned.  ”So,” he stated as he saw Moran enter the bar and take a seat in a booth not far from them, “what happens now?” 

Gwen shook her head, patting him on the shoulder. “Nope, not from this planet. Not from this galaxy, even.” She sat back, watching him down his entire drink. They would have to wrap up quickly. Downing that much retcon in such a short time would make him fall asleep very soon.

“So you tell me what paper this Charles said he was from, and I go track him. Hopefully I can get your research back.” Gwen leaned forward, putting down her half empty glass. “You should go home once I leave. I have a feeling you’ll sleep well tonight.” Gwen took another sip of her whiskey.

Moriarty felt strangely light headed.  Well I’ll be damned.  Drugged.  This woman is impetuous. “I don’t know which paper.  Profit, Provider,  something like that.  I just sort of forgot him as soon as he left.”  The walls of the room were starting to move.  ”I think I should get going, I don’t feel so well.”  He stood up and stumbled, someone nearby made a comment about a certain someone ‘not being able to hold their alcohol.’  He shot a glance to Moran, who seemed occupied by a rather strangely dressed man.  As long as when she leaves, he leaves.  Outside the bar, he hailed a cab and managed to get back to his office before passing out.  Gwen Cooper.  Not so stupid after all.

dontcallmeenglish:

westwood-and-new-shoes:

dontcallmeenglish:

Gwen stood up, making a note to investigate alien possessions. It was rare to find an alien that would show such symptoms, so finding a match shouldn’t be too difficult. His suggestion of drinks surprised her, but she wasn’t going to say no. “That would be lovely. I’ll let myself out.” She smiled. “Enjoy class.”

She followed the Professor to the door and let him close it behind them. He went off in one direction, and Gwen stayed, jimmying the lock open. She ran some scans of the air and his computer. It was a long shot to find anything after so much time, but there were some minuscule readings that could suggest alien activity. Gwen returned to her room and researched, but she didn’t find much of anything that made sense to her. Jack was always better with the alien stuff, and she sighed. Still, she had some information. At 6:25, she was sitting at the bar of the pub the Professor had mentioned, waiting for him to show.

The professor’s class was over at 5:45 PM.  When he got to the bar he would ask if she had any new leads.  At which point she would lie to him, trying to hide the face that the thief was not human.  When in fact Moriarty knew all too well the number of non-humans present in the criminal world.  One of which failed to pay for his services.  After drinks he would send word to the Colonel.  Moriarty sold the Blowfish something very valuable and he would not only get it back, but make sure the filthy creature paid for his insolence.  

He arrived at the bar at exactly 6:30Pm to find Agent Cooper already enjoying a whiskey, Moran had not arrived yet.  ”Miss Cooper,” he said causing her turn around and shake hands with him.  He took a seat next to her at the bar and ordered a drink. “So, have you found anything new since our earlier meeting?”

Gwen looked up to see the Professor had arrived at exactly 6:30. She smiled as she shook his hand, saying, “Actually, yes.” She took a sip of her whiskey, passing him a coaster over the top of his drink. A small pill instantly dissolved in his drink, colorless and tasteless.

“This is going to sound insane, but I assure you, it’s true,” she started. “My equipment picked up traces left by the perpetrator, and it points to only one thing.” She turned her body towards the Professor. “An alien stole your research.” Gwen paused to gauge his reaction. “This particular alien goes by Charles, I’ve had a few meetings with him myself. Was that reporter named Charles?” Hopefully she could bypass the normal freak out and just get her information. If this was the Blowfish she thought it was, she would have a few choice punches for him when she found him.

“Charles…yes”  He stared at her for a moment “Charles, you…you mean illegal alien, as in not from England..right?”  He loved feigning surprise and shock.  She shook her head in the negative ”So,you mean to say that the man in my office, who stole from me, was not form this planet?”  She nodded.  He downed his entire drink in an effort to appear concerned.  ”So,” he stated as he saw Moran enter the bar and take a seat in a booth not far from them, “what happens now?”