Ianto Jones was lingering over tubs of fruit while vegetables leered from the parallel row of the aisle. He had his back to them, and stood in the centre, absently squeezing a banana between his thumb and index finger. His dilemma was a simple one. Would Owen, Gwen and S-... and Tosh Eat fruit and vegetables if he bought them? Secretly he has hoped to sneakily inflict health upon them for quite some time now. Shopping at Tescos in the past he has stood here, lingered, and even gone so far as to progress beyond squeezing and actually taken an apple or a kiwi into his hands. Rarely.

Tosh would eat them, he was quite sure. If he purchased a bag of apples, maybe he and she could set up a system of eating an apple for every cup of coffee drunk, or something, so that even unhealthy activities had a healthy edge. Gwen, however, would likely feel better suited to a bowl of curry or a kebab at 5.00AM than an assortment of healthsome fruit or vegetables, though she would probably insist that she was going to eat them, and that she was glad to do so. She just never would. Owen would simply snarl at Ianto – he believed – for the mere suggestion of his so much as inhaling the scent of citrus juice.

So, amidst the bustle of Christmas shoppers – most of whom seemed to be taking advantage of the discounted ingredients for Christmas day meals which the store had shrewdly put into effect – Ianto continued to be indecisive. Ten minutes later he left Tescos with a box of lightbulbs, two pints of milk, a number of secret components for his own special blend of coffee, and a single banana. Automatic doors opened and closed and, despite having stayed up late last night, and then early this morning attempting to track the movements of vortex-hopping Time Lords, he took a breath of afternoon air with a smile on his face.

Date: December 24, 2009
Time: 4.00 PM
Location: Cardiff
Characters Involved: Owen Harper, Open
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13 just in case
Incomplete/Complete: Incomplete

Owen walked along the bay, hands stuffed in his pockets, protecting them from the cold of the harsh December air.  He knew he shouldn’t have waited until today to make sure he had everything he needed for Christmas, presents included.  Cardiff was going to be mobbed, he was sure of it.

A smile plastered itself over Owen’s face as he recalled the night before with Gwen.  He didn’t understand why she left so soon, and refused to take the offered lift.  Perhaps she was scared of what anyone would say.  Scared of the fact that she had been seen leaving with him and then returning the next morning, still in the same clothes.  But why that would matter, god knows.  The rest of the hub pretty much knew about the previous affair. 

He sighed, shaking his head.  It didn’t do him any good to dwell on it.  He had worse things to focus on.

Like finding presents for Gwen and the rest of the team.

God how he hated Christmas.

OOC; Again, the last board went nuts and started hurting my eyes, so new board and first post... hope I don't get this wrong...

Date: December 24, 2009
Time: 12:30 pm
Location: A lab somewhere around Cardiff
Characters Involved: The Master, The Rani, Jack sooner or later, maybe Lucy?
Ratings and Warnings: PG-13, subject to change.
Incomplete/Complete Incomplete

Lucy frowned at the monitor in front of her. That woman, <i>whoever</i> she was, was standing far too close to her Master. The looks he was throwing her way were causing a burning sensation to start deep in her stomach, acid churning inside. Face hardening she smoothed her dress down one last time and decided to make an appearance.

Striding purposefully along the corridor, Lucy felt the eyes of Harry's security on her. She was used to the attention now, after a year of fading into the background it was a welcome change to be adored again. Her heels made sharp clicking sounds on the linoleum, the sterility of the hideout somehow fitting to her Master's plans, even if she wasn't allowed to know everything about them. From what she had overheard, and seen, it had something to do with that annoying man they'd had chained up like some cheap ornament last year.

Turning the last corner she walked straight into the room she had just been watching, not bothering to knock, a superior expression on her face.

But her Master wasn't there. The other woman whirled at her entrance, face contorted in annoyance.

"Hello, I'm not sure we've met. I'm Lucy, the Master's wife."