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[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Owen is hanging out around the outside of the castle; he's gone for a walk around the grounds. He doesn't know what to do with himself when he isn't working because he can't eat, he can't drink, he can't sleep and he can't shag, which leaves... almost nothing. It's not like the cold can bother him anymore, anyway. Maybe he's out here for fear of decomposing.

Soooo right now he's near the courtyard, looking thoughtful.]

((ooc: Open post. I leave for work in an hour, but I'll be back. :D))

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is out for a bit of a walk himself, a book in hand. He glances at Owen curiously, before wandering over.] Alright there, Owen?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

Just dandy, Doctor.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow raise] Yeah, 'cause you and me, we brood out here in the snow when we're fine and dandy.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

I'm not brooding. [odd thing #1: lack of breath-fog, feel free to notice]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

No? Not at all? [oh Doctor notices. And he's pulling out his stethoscope, and listening to your chest]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[after a second he steps away, looking to the side, very quiet anger and something like fear in his expression]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor looks at him quietly, simply wondering how it's possible. But he doesn't ask, not yet.] I'm sorry.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[looking back, he shrugs, his usual front not terribly apparent] Nothin' you can do.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[places a hand on his shoulder, giving him the chance to pull away if he wants to] Castle loss?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[just kind of stands there, seemingly focused on the Doctor's arm] Bloody hope so. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. Not yet.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[leaves said arm where it is, since Owen hasn't moved away yet, and nods] What is this, exactly? If you don't mind me asking.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[walking. walking is good. walking means you're still living. so Owen's walking a bit again, unspeakingly inviting the Doctor to follow. why he's teling him this... he doesn't know. maybe he has a sort of blind trust in the man because of Jack. whatever it is...] I got killed back home. Shot. I was brought here just before that, but... for Jack and Tosh and Ianto, it's already happened. ... There's this glove we found a few years back, brings people back to life for two minutes. Jack used it on me so the lot of them could say goodbye, apparently, but somethin' went wrong and it brought me back indefinitely. Not physically, though. Physically 'm still dead. [a pause, thinking on that, then anger:] So here I am, Owen Harper, the fucking zombie of Torchwood, and the castle thought it'd have a laugh.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor follows, merely taking all this in quietly, pushing back the flashbacks of his own death and focusing on Owen's.] ...Least you're still here, even if it's not physical?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[... turns his head to look at the Doctor] Look, I would love to look on the bright side of life right now, but do you have any idea what it's like to close your eyes and feel like you stop existing? Like if you don't open them again the darkness is just gonna take you? I can't feel anything anymore, Doctor. I'm nothing. This is my future. Nothing. [this? yeah. super-pessimist mode, go.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[glances down] ....I've got a little bit of an idea, yeah. I...when I was a ghost, I couldn't feel. Couldn't touch, or speak, or anything...wasn't sure if I would come back.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[He looks ahead again, going silent, thinking about that.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[simply lets him think; he's doing a bit of that himself]

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[ have a wild Jack, idk after Nine goes or something? fff BONDING TIME WITHOUT THE ALCOHOL KAY ]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[GASP. ... when Owen sees him, he doesn't make much of a move; not to leave, not towards him.]

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[ he just wanders over and stands next to him, pretty quiet for a bit until: ]

Haven't drank anything have you?

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[pff] No.

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[ he's slightly relieved at that ] Good, not ready to witness another exorcist re-enactment just yet.

[ shifts weight a little ]

[twatular.livejournal.com]

... Tosh tell you?

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[ head shake ] No, the lack of breath-fog gave you away.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[he'd sigh if he could.]

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[ have a hand on your shoulder Owen ] I know.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[okay, still annoyed with you, Jack, but srsly] ... What if this is permanent?

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

[ he's used to having people annoyed at him :/ ] Then you'll have to stay away from sharp objects, food and drink. [ jokes aside ] It might not be permanent, this place likes to screw around with your head.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

I hadn't noticed that, thanks.

[immortalizing.livejournal.com]

Sorry Owen, but I don't have a magic wand to wave away all your problems.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[icily, looking ahead] I'm not asking you to.