Double Drabble: After Dark
Mar. 3rd, 2018 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Title: After Dark
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badly_knitted
Characters: Gwen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 489: Nocturnal at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Gwen doesn’t like solo retrievals after dark.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The worst thing about Rift retrievals after dark was all the wildlife that only came out at night, and Gwen didn’t mean the Weevils. Bad enough having to poke around filthy alleys in daylight, startling the occasional stray cat, but by night the cats were joined by rats and mice, and just last week a fox had nearly scared the life out of her.
If anything, the parks were even worse, with bats flittering around her head, the eerie hoots of owls, and only her torch to light her way. At least when she’d been a PC she’d always had her partner with her; no one had ever been expected to patrol alone. Torchwood was stretched thin at the moment though, which meant solo retrievals were becoming the norm rather than the exception.
Creeping among the trees, she told herself she’d give it another ten minutes and if she still hadn’t found what had come through, she’d call it a day and come back in the morning, when there was enough light to see by. She wasn’t cut out for nocturnal adventures, didn’t have good night vision. Anything could be lurking in the shadows.
Maybe she should eat more carrots.
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Gwen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 489: Nocturnal at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Gwen doesn’t like solo retrievals after dark.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
The worst thing about Rift retrievals after dark was all the wildlife that only came out at night, and Gwen didn’t mean the Weevils. Bad enough having to poke around filthy alleys in daylight, startling the occasional stray cat, but by night the cats were joined by rats and mice, and just last week a fox had nearly scared the life out of her.
If anything, the parks were even worse, with bats flittering around her head, the eerie hoots of owls, and only her torch to light her way. At least when she’d been a PC she’d always had her partner with her; no one had ever been expected to patrol alone. Torchwood was stretched thin at the moment though, which meant solo retrievals were becoming the norm rather than the exception.
Creeping among the trees, she told herself she’d give it another ten minutes and if she still hadn’t found what had come through, she’d call it a day and come back in the morning, when there was enough light to see by. She wasn’t cut out for nocturnal adventures, didn’t have good night vision. Anything could be lurking in the shadows.
Maybe she should eat more carrots.
The End
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Date: 2018-03-14 12:59 pm (UTC)Blocked noses are more about what's going on behind them that the nose itself though.
You should be able to train your voice, teach yourself to present a confident attitude. I'm sure you can do it.
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Date: 2018-03-15 09:18 am (UTC)Damn my past health problems!
John Farnham: You're the voice, try to understand it!
I think confidence comes from being more knowledgeable about all sorts of things. As well as people skills.
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Date: 2018-03-15 11:34 am (UTC)I have ongoing nasal problems anyway, a lifelong thing.