::::hunting:::: {t3 to start with}

[Elizabeth Wright]

Elizabeth Wright wasn't convinced they were on the right track.

They'd gotten wind of some sort of alien activity and tracked it to the little night club she now found herself in. The lights flashed, and she muttered under her breath as she was bumped yet again, sitting at the bar with an untouched drink near her hand. She was feeling edgy, and her hand slipped down to check the gun, hidden in her jeans under a flowy silk top. She wasn't sure how she'd go if she had to use it, and just prayed that she wouldn't be stuck on her own if it came to that. She knew how - Jack had been giving her lessons- but she was sure that shooting at a living target would be an entirely different experience to a cardboard cut out. It moved, and spoke for one. She tried to push her mind away from that particuar subject. However, being seperated from the other team members was making her distinctly uncomfortable. She'd never done this kind of thing before, and despite them being only in other parts of the club, mere metres away, not being able to see them made her feel very exposed.

She looked around cautiously, glaring at a guy walking over with a sleazy grin on his face before he even got close. There was no doubts to what he was coming over for. He'd not been the only one. A pretty young blonde in a crowded bar seemed to be open game, and Liz was getting tired of it.

"Are we sure we've got the right place?" she muttered into her com, loud enough for the others to hear her in their own, but quite enough that she wouldn't be heard by other people over the loud music pulsing in the large, crowded room. "How are we supposed to pick this guy from everyone else anyway?"

[girlfrommars]

Arabella arrived at the little nightclub. She had been here often enough and it looked the same as always. She came here every Friday night after helping her aunty. She never really met anyone nice except for the bartender. Then again, there is always a first for every thing. Maybe she would get noticed. Maybe she would find someone nice to talk to. Hang out with at the weekends. Maybe she would have a great time tonight. Maybe she would go home drunk disappointed like usual.

She walked inside and looked around. It was quite small and crowded. There was something different about it tonight that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something that had never been there before. She shrugged off the thought and walked over to the bar. Sitting down she called out “Hey Tom, can I get a strawberry caiproska?”
“What’s that I hear? Bella wants something different? Now that’s odd,” the bartender smiled back.
“Yeah I need a change. Gin and tonic gets a bit ordinary after a while,” she replied with a grin.
“Here you go. On the house. My pleasure.”

Arabella took her drink from Tom and swivelled around to watch the dancing.

[patrickwinter]

Night one of Patrick’s adventures in Cardiff, and day one had not been that much in way of research. Without research he had little to put with his leads from his friends journal, and to be fair the journal had only included minor details about this city. Still it was Friday night, what kind of tourist guide writer did NOT go sample the night life? A pretty limited one, that’s who. Leaving the Bed and breakfast he had booked for the night, it was not a permanent solution but it was good till he got his bearings he locked his door after one last mirror check… yep his hair was still perfect.

Armed with a green short sleeved shirt and an ID, he found the outside of a club named Tiger Tiger. The Flyer someone blonde had handed him claimed it was 90’s night with a free drink for entrance before 11pm. Both sounded appealing, more appealing then a club called ‘Scummy’ even if it was a rock club who named a club Scummy. Walking past the bouncer, he handed his coat at the locker room and secured his tickets. Taking a moment he paused before entering the main part of the club he took a deep breath. ‘Brace yourself matey’ he thought. He was not claustrophobic or Xenophobic, he just knew clubs had a high ‘ping’ rate. Then again they also had good music and interesting stories too, and they had booze too.

Walking into the Zoo of booze, sweat and music that was the club floor he smiled, it was nice at times to forget his care once in a while. Even if this was a lie to himself on the inside, and on the outside visibly to the world it worked for its porous. He was going to make himself enjoy himself, even if it killed him in the process (not literally he hoped). Opting to leave the dance floor area till later he made an bee line to the best part of any club, the bar. Taking up a pew next to a young woman about his age with long dark hair who was talking to a equally attractive barman he waiting for her to finish her convocation and get served. It would only be polite, and he didn’t need the reputation of a twat on the first day here, he had always spilled a entire beer on a guy today by ‘accident’ he didn’t needed to make things look worse without good reason. Besides He had learnt two names from this conversation already, he took his eyes to the beer taps. Maybe why he waited he could find a good real larger or ale.

[Elizabeth Wright]

Liz was getting edgier by the second. She fingered the hidden gun again, looking around. She still couldn't see anyone suspicious, but she did notice that girl from starbucks, Arabella wasn't it, enter the club and sit a few stools up along the bar. Hopefully she'd stay there. Liz had enjoyed talking to her and all and wanted to run into her again for a chat, but just not at this very moment. Liz didn't have time for conversations right now, or the attention span. Although the others were ignoring her, or something had gone wrong, either way, maybe she did have time. People still dancing and talked within the club as she hissed into her coms device again.
"Guys? Are you even there?"

[patrickwinter]

(occ what kind of alien are they actually hunting... and what is it capable of?)

[wrenfelidae]

At first, Jack had ignored Liz's voice over the com system. One, she needed to learn she couldn't rely on them for every little thing-- this gig was supposed to teach her the ways of Torchwood, and two: he was a little busy at the moment.
When her anxious voice twittered in his ear again, he sighed and switched his mic on, pulling his mouth from Ianto's neck. "Lizzie. We're here. Yes, we've got the right place, and believe me, you'll know which guy it is." His breath was a little short, due to lack of Oxygen from the few moments earlier when he had been snogging Ianto in the back corner of the club. He turned back to Ianto, giving him a sly smile. "He's not hard to miss." He finalized into the com system, before switching off his transceiver. He could still hear Liz, just in case she got into trouble, but no one else on the T3 team could hear him. Save for Ianto, of course. But he was right in front of him, no surprise he'd be able to hear Jack.

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[patrickwinter]

(is this thread still active?)

[flightlessangel]

(it should... be.... but no one is replying. so if you want, go ahead and post. I'm dying for more people to write with.)

[patrickwinter]

(ill get on to it sir)

[girlfrommars]

(yeah im getting there with some of my other posts too =] i think everyone is waiting for everyone else to post first =])