2.19 - Text

[breakingmyheart]

[Filtered from Inmates and Wardens]

[...so, the Fourth Walling crowd can see this, but nobody else.]

Personal identifier: 0072256013.

[She pauses. It's really just wishful thinking to imagine anyone else learnt their own ID code, never mind anyone else's.]

Toshiko Sato.

Seeking contact with Torchwood 3, circa 2008.

Comments

[gets_inside_you]

Are you mucking about in time, Tosh? Or is it the Rift acting up?

[breakingmyheart]

Neither.

Hello, Suzie. It's been a while.

[gets_inside_you]

Has it? Well, that's Torchwood for you. Or death. Either/or. How are you, Toshiko? Still alive? Or did the job finally get to you?

[breakingmyheart]

I died, and then I was offered another job. And that job got to me.

[gets_inside_you]

You got offered another job after you died?

Isn't that just peachy fucking keen. How in the hell does that happen?

[weevilking]

Personal identifier: no one cares

Tosh, if you're done running your tests I could use a hand in the morgue.

[breakingmyheart]

[oh]

I'm not there right now, Owen.

[weevilking]

What are you going on about, I just saw you no more than ten minutes ago.

[breakingmyheart]

That's another version of me. A past version.

I'm communicating with you from another point in time and space.

[weevilking]

[Hold on while Owen goes and checks something... And accidentally insults past!Tosh in the process. Remember that time he mentioned practical jokes and then got really quiet and walked away?]

Right.

You're texting me on my mobile from the future, then.

Should I get Jack?

[breakingmyheart]

Is he there?

[augh]

No. No, it's fine.

How are you, Owen?

[weevilking]

[Erm.]

Dead.

How's the future? Is Cardiff still standing?

[breakingmyheart]

As far as I know.

[Which she knows because she bought Children Of Earth and Miracle Day at port like an utter weirdo.]

I haven't been there for a while. It's complicated.

[weevilking]

[Oh Tosh.]

You're talking to a walking corpse in the middle of dissecting what seems to be an alien egg sac and you tell me it's complicated.

[breakingmyheart]

I'm on board an interdimensional, sentient prison ship for the rehabilitation of dead criminals who are granted a second chance at life on completion of their treatment.

Text

[lesliemonster]

[Toshiko!]

Pawnee, Indiana -- 2011. A few years off, but hello! It's Leslie Knope. How are you?

Text

[breakingmyheart]

I'm fine. How are you?

['Ruined everything and got demoted' is not an acceptable definition of 'fine', Toshiko.]

[lesliemonster]

[Damn it Toshiko, your lies do not bleed through text!]

Good! Living in Indiana, saved my department through an amazing cultural event, the usual.

Is your hair still amazing? I bet it is.

[breakingmyheart]

I don't know that it was amazing. But I'm glad you're doing well.

[lesliemonster]

It's the Lil' Sebastian of hair, Toshiko.

How are things going with Erik's rehabilitation? Still driving you mad?

[Leslie, you missed some stuuuuuuff.]

[breakingmyheart]

[the what]

I'm not assigned to him any more.

Text to Voice?

[lesliemonster]

[Huge compliment, trust her.]

Oh! Sorry, it's--

[This is silly. Leslie is a slow texter at the best of times, and who knows how long the barge will let this happen. Mid text, Leslie just up and dials the phone number she's been texting.]

Voice

[breakingmyheart]

[Which switches the input mode at Toshiko's end and augh fine. You win this time, Leslie.]

It's nothing to be sorry about. We never really got on.

Voice

[lesliemonster]

[Ahahaha, she got you across the universe, Toshiko.]

First: your voice is as melodious as I remember.

Second: Yeah. That's [Well hello, Omar guilt.] I get that. It's not a reflection on either of you two, though. Some combinations just don't quite work.

Voice

[breakingmyheart]

He's still waiting for a reassignment. [Though she doubts he actually...cares.] Hopefully it'll be someone more appropriate for him.