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in a dash of logic. Torchwood was established to protect the interests of the British Empire. There should only be branches of Torchwood established in countries that are part of the empire at the time of establishment of said branch.

Pretty sure that was not the case for 1930s USA.

Unless the Sue could argue that the Empire itself is thinking of branching out.

Hey guys, I've just been at the wiki and it's looking all sad and full of redlinks:

http://ppc.wikia.com/index.php?title=Special:WantedPages&limit=500&offset=0

There's lots of things there that I *know* you people know stuff about, mostly fandom-related links.

If everyone goes and makes one page a day, even just a stub page with a few sentences on it, for a week, we'll have rubbed a huge chunk of this list out. Last time a call was made for people to get on top of the wanted pages, we got the list down from over 500 to just over 300. It's still around 300 - if we get the same kind of response, we could get it down to 100 wanted pages!

The wiki is more than just somewhere to archive links to your Agent's missions and interludes - it's the place our new people find out the answers to their pressing questions and we can cross-check and keep an eye on the ever-growing amount of tech, jargon and badfic that the PPC use, create and find/spork.

So this is me, getting out my cheerleading pompoms and saying GO TEAM! Let's clean up our Wiki!

- Trojie, apropos of nothing

"In fact, his name is Cuauhtemoc. No, Krisprolls didn't nickname him this time. Guayas did. Guayas is his brother, by the way. Well, Banzai's one of the fastest ships in the fleet, and one of the most outgoing guys I know. Only Krisprolls and Guayas are worse. Banzai is also very nice with people. Thing is, Krisprolls always has bad ideas to test on him. When I don't have the bad ideas..."
"This guy is too nice. He's so high on playing nice and 'I would die before you could harmed oh so slightly in any way' and stuff like that. He just deserves a smack on the head."
"Krisp!!!"

I got the figurines, send me your address over hotmail!

letohaven AT hotmail Dot com

Leto

"Probably fortunate." Leas arced an eyebrow. "Banzai? A friend of yours?"

... more 'expanding your horizons' :D

Dalek tommyguns were Thompson submachineguns modified by the Human/Dalek hybrids, and WERE able to penetrate the shields of a Dalek (their own weapons evidently do work against them). Eventually, and only after concentrated fire from several dozen weapons.

While they would work, the Alternate-Torchwood guns would be much better for a fast kill, and thus avoiding us losing Agents.

...if she voices too many characters. Particularly since "a pissy, frantic 17-year-old" in my voice would probably sound too similar to the McSparklepants Sue I already did... on the other hand, I'm not sure how strong an American accent I used. Hmm. Will think on it (or badger Trojie; same thing). Thanks for your trust, love. :)

For sake of the rest of us, I think it'd be wise if you didn't use PPCing her work as part of your flame war. There's just too much chance of her taking insult from the entire idea and lashing out at all of us. If you could keep us completely seperate, I'd appreciate it.

and then laughed. "Right now, ta be honest-"

Zach's kiss cut her off, and she decided not to argue. She was obviously insane, but apparently Zach thought he was too, so she was in good company. Closing her eyes, she just leaned against him and let him hold her, letting herself feel happy for the first time in years.

"That's good... honestly, I keep overestimating my alcohol tolerance," she added, stumbling slightly, but with Troy's supporting arm she righted herself quickly.

Maybe it was just the booze, but it felt kind of nice having him so close. She leaned on him happily and let him gude her to wherever he'd thought to take her.

"Either I'm dead or I'm rolling on the floor in severe pain and having a really realistic hallucination, in which case would someone please take me to Medical?" Zach rambled, flushed. Then he blinked. And kissed her again, holding her to him as if he'd never let her go.

"If I'm hallucinating, I want to hallucinate for the rest of my life."

"Yeah, we should probably get you off your feet," he replied, grinning again. "Good to see you're alright though, if you're getting too worked up we should find that RC I was talking about." Making sure to keep his hold to ensure she wouldn't fall over, he started heading towards the entrance, moving quickly enough to make a good pace but slowly enough to support Cassie. "It's not too far from the Store, so it shouldn't take long to get there."

This was Nat. She just didn't do this kind of thing. And as for Zach... well, he wasn't going to speculate, but the bespectacled young man hadn't seemed particularly impressed last time he'd been kissed. In the end the Elf just looked away, trying to give the couple a bit of privacy.

Nat wasn't really thinking all that clearly, but she was dimly aware of the fact that Zach was holding her close and seemingly in no hurry to end the kiss. She felt her body beginning to respond to being pressed against him, but eventually realised she needed to breathe, and so reluctantly pulled away.

"S-sorry..." she offered weakly once she'd managed to replenish her oxygen levels, biting her lip a little in embarassment in case she'd upset him, but looking directly at him. Wow, his eyes were blue...

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, giving him a small smile. "Just got a bit caught up in it all, you know? It gets... a bit emotional." Then a wry smile crossed her face. "And of course you're right, the drink doesn't help."

A small part of her brain was trying to get her attention, but she ignored it in favour of finishing up her drink. She didn't bother to let go of Troy, though, and smiled up at him again. "Speaking of which, maybe you should show me to that seat you were talking about earlier."

KILL IT WITH ACE'S BAT!

Bree turned to see what Kelvin was staring at, only to find her foster brother snogging a woman she didn't know.

"...I thought he didn't have a social life..."


Zach was in heaven. That was the only explanation. As soon as he had kissed her Nat must've killed him, and that was the only reasonable explanation for what was going on. Because the alternative, that she was actually voluntarily returning the kiss...that was ludicrous and scientifically impossible.

Then he decided that the scientific part of his brain could go to hell and wrapped an arm around Nat's waist, cradling her head with the other and finding that her hair was pleasantly soft.

Kelvin was less than fond of the idea of what sounded like indiscriminate pyromania, but he figured that if the PPC allowed it, it couldn't be all that dangerous.

"Well, Bree..." He cast a glance over towards Nat and Zach, and whatever he had been going to say faded from his mind as he stared at the scene.

What the-? Nat's eyes opened wide as Zach told her she was beautiful, and then kissed her. Her brain tried to scream something at her, but she'd already decided it wasn't working properly, and with the sheer giddiness from her recent emotional extremes running through her, she reacted in the only way she could come up with.

She slid her arms around him and kissed back.

Even as the silence ended, and the party was hesitantly picked up, it took him a short time before he continued to speak, looking at the young lady. He hadn't seen her during the Invasion, but it seemed like the event had no small amount of an effect on her, judging by her body language and the sniffle he had heard. He'd been thinking of making a move, but at the moment it didn't seem right.

"Hey, Cass," he said, looking to her. "You alright? I mean, aside from the drink getting to your head."

"They're misspelled Davey Crocketts! There's Danny Krocket, Danny Krotket, and Danny Krochet! We all kinda work as a group. I burn stuff, and they're supposed to keep me out of trouble," she explained, wrinkling her nose.


Zach's nerves were on edge. It felt like his face was on fire...hell, it felt like his entire body was on fire. She moved closer to him, and it felt like the temperature of the room had gone up ten degrees. He could see every detail of her face in sharp relief.

"I...I said you're beautiful," he said, and just because he could, because he figured that he'd already screwed up epically and he had nothing left to lose, he brushed her cheek with his burning hand and kissed her.

"Jeez, and I thought I'd been here a long time," he replied, rubbing at his eyepatch in an effort to regain his cool. He hadn't expected a simple two minutes' silence to affect him like that.

"I've been here since '98, but I guess I just never thought about how long the PPC's been around. Forty years... that's some going, man. How'd you manage it? Though I guess it's not a case of facing the Sues any more, just teaching the new kid to do it." He let out a little chuckle and drained the last of his beer, setting the empty bottle down on the bar.

*smacks self*

The heavily intoxicated Agent resisted at first, meaning Osbert's efforts almost knocked him over, but eventually he seemed to give in, taking his seat and gripping the bar to keep his balance. Langston mumbled something, staring at his hands, but Osbert didn't make it out entirely. The lad was probably still finding excuses to kick himself, he figured.

"Anyway, Celinus," Osbert said, bringing his attention to the larger Agent. "On the subject of your questions, after forty years as an Agent they all kind of blend together. I still remember when there were only four of us, as far as non-Flowers went. Makes-Things, Elizabeth, Anya, and myself," he paused for a moment, shaking his head. "Damn, I'm the only one of those four still alive, far as I can tell. After a while stopped hearing from those two girls, so I dunno. There've been a good number though, just been so long that I don't remember them all."