Gwen Cooper

Room 402, Friday Morning

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 16:18:41 GMT

Gwen supposed she should have gone on that excursion thingy, but instead she was sprawled out on her bed with her laptop, determinedly not checking her email, and trying to distract herself.

The game she'd found was helping somewhat, but the character's resemblance to Constable Fraser was making her feel extremely guilty every time he managed to die.

[Open, especially to the roomie.]

Little Dipper Living Room, Friday Morning

Fri, 16 May 2008 08:09:52 GMT

It had been something of a week, but Gwen had finally found the time to sit down and touch base with Torchwood. Considering some of the classes she'd been enrolled in, she was not in the best of moods.

From: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
To: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
Subject: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

This island is in Greece. GREECE! Not America.

And there are aliens. Rude ones. From Minsk.

Do you know if Jack had anything to do with my course list?

- Gwen

From: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
To: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

I take it you're not having fun at your new school, then?

Greece? Why would you be in Greece?

The being from Minsk probably has something to do with the rudeness. After all, it's Minsk.

No idea. Why would Jack have had anything to do with your workshops?

- Ianto

From: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
To: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?
Attachments: Workshop Schedule: Cooper, G.doc

I wouldn't say that, exactly. Classes and aliens aside, it's very...different. Harriet Jones is the bloody Dean of Students. You think Jack could have warned me, but no, that wouldn't have been any "fun", I suppose.

I don't know. Something to do with fairies. Bloody fairies.

Because I didn't pick any of these! And you can't tell me he wouldn't think that last one's a riot.

- Gwen

From: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
To: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

Harriet Jones as in former Prime Minster Harriet Jones?

I see. You know, that would explain why he seems in such a cheerful mood when you get brought up.

-Ianto

From: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
To: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

Yes, that Harriet Jones.

Is he now?

Ianto, is Jack anywhere near you right now?

-Gwen

From: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
To: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

As a matter of fact, yes.

-Ianto

From: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
To: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

Hit him for me please. As hard as you can.

-Gwen

From: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
To: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

Of course.

He says he just wants you to take advantage of the chance to broaden your horizons. Also ouch.

- Ianto

PS. Tosh tells me that your new login is set up.

From: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
To: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

Thank you. I appreciate it, although I'll broaden someone's horizons if they're not careful.

And finally, what took so long?

-Gwen

From: "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk
To: "Gwen Cooper" therealgcooper@gmail.com
Subject: re: Fandom - Where have you sent me?

You're welcome, and I'll pass along the message for you.

Apparently there was some problems considering the id duplication factor. All fixed now though.

Sending you the information now. Password's the same as normal, just remember to change it ASAP.

- Ianto

From: "Gwen Cooper" mini.cooper@torchwood.org.uk
To: "Gwen Cooper" gwen.cooper@torchwood.org.uk, "Captain Jack Harkness" jack.harkness@torchwood.org.uk "Ianto Jones" ianto.jones@torchwood.org.uk, "Dr. Owen Harper" owen.harper@torchwood.org.uk, "Toshiko Sato" toshiko.sato@torchwood.org.uk
Subject: !!!

WHICH OF YOU CAME UP WITH THIS LOGIN?

[Open to the cabin-mates. Even Worf.]

The Hub, Cardiff

Thu, 08 May 2008 16:34:11 GMT

Gwen Cooper	"This is Owen's fault." Gwen stood on the walkway around the sunken medical bay, watching the smaller figure sitting on the exam bed there. "If Doctor I'm-A-Zombie,-Ask-Me-How hadn't been so bloody eager to grab that bit of rift debris, this would never have happened."
Captain Jack Harkness	"And if we spent all our time after he does something or grabs something or says something he shouldn't talking about how he shouldn't have done it or grabbed it or said it, we'd never do anything else." Jack didn't bother hiding his grin, hands shoved in his pocket as he leaned in the door way, watching her. Them. Oh, sure, it was serious, but he had a plan, and besides, she was too cute not to grin at. Both of her. "I had no idea you were so cute when you were young."
Gwen Cooper	Gwen shot a look at him. "Oh don't you start, Jack Harkness," she said. "I...she's far too impressionable for any of your nonsense."
Captain Jack Harkness	He pushed off the wall, pacing over to stand in front of her. "Why Gwen," he said, all innocence over the wicked grin. "Don't you trust me?"
Gwen Cooper	"Of course I trust you," Gwen replied dryly. "I just don't trust any teenage girl around you. Or boy for that matter."
Captain Jack Harkness	"You know me far too well." Jack kept looking at her, touched her cheek just briefly, the whirled over to look down at the miniature version of her. "Handily," he said, flashing her another grin, "I have a plan."
Gwen Cooper	Images of the facility on Flat Holm flashed through Gwen's mind. "You are not sticking her on some island in the middle of nowhere," she declared angrily. "I'll shoot you as many times as necessary to get that point across."
Captain Jack Harkness	"Which would achieve what exactly?" He smirked at her. "Other than putting holes in a perfectly good shirt." Jack shook his head. "Lucky for my wardrobe I have something slightly different in mind."
Gwen Cooper	"It'd make me feel better," Gwen muttered. "Better not be any bloody Retcon involved in this slightly different of yours."
Gwen Cooper	A voice joined in from the bay, identical right down to the irritation. "Could you please not talk about me like I'm not there. I can hear you."
Captain Jack Harkness	"What do you know - she is an exact clone." Jack grinned down at the youngest Gwen. "It's going to make both of you feel better," he promised, then added, "Maybe. How do you feel about High School?"
Gwen Cooper	Gwen looked up at Jack suspiciously. "It help keep teenagers out of trouble," she said finally, still firmly in denial about being one again, as the being a clone, and how did they decide that she was the clone, she didn't feel like a clone, thank you very much, was quite enough.
Captain Jack Harkness	He wasn't smirking again, really. "Yeah, that's exactly what this place does, keeps teenagers out of trouble," he agreed, lying through his teeth. "And it is on an island, but it's not in the middle of nowhere. You'll have fun. It's got," he coughed once, "fascinating scenery."
Gwen Cooper	"What aren't you telling us Jack?" In stereo.
Captain Jack Harkness	"And we're back to you," he swivelled his gaze from Gwen to the other, the picture of wounded innocence, "and you not trusting me. When have I ever not told you something?"
Gwen Cooper	In a truly shocking turn of events, neither Gwen seemed to be buying it. "You mean this week, or did you want me to start earlier?"
Captain Jack Harkness	He waved a hand, turning back towards the door. "Then this shouldn't come as any sort of surprise," he said, completely unabashed. "Gwen, get her set up with everything she'll need, and a bit extra." Jack slanted a look at her over his shoulder. "No retconn, no alien tech. Straight down the line twenty-first century only."
Gwen Cooper	"No, not that much of one really," Gwen replied. At least the restrictions on her gear suggested that this island wasn't too unusual, no matter how pleased with himself Jack was. "Come along then," she told her younger self.
Gwen Cooper	Who wasn't exactly eager to be coming or going anywhere. "Jack? Where are you sending me anyway?"
Captain Jack Harkness	He paused in the doorway and gave her a huge smile. "Fandom High."
Gwen Cooper	The Gwens looked at each other, both mouthing "Fandom High?"

[I REJECT JOINING THE INFOPOST BANDWAGON ~~today at least~~! pre-played with the wonderful time_agent. NFB and NFI due to the whole, you know, not being in Fandom yet.]

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Tue, 22 Apr 2008 18:06:04 GMT

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