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Drop your panties, Sir William; I cannot wait until lunchtime!

semplice randomly texted me this afternoon. Alarmingly, it was while I was idly fondling my phone as it sat on my desk. What followed was a... conversation.

(lana = white, me = green. I am too lazy to transcribe. Yay iphone screenshots!)

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*squints*

I'm... not sure how to respond.

To which part?? You cook things. And sometimes you clean. And stare after the others when they throw a basketball at you and run off leaving you with your cyber girlfriend.

But yeah. It's still definitely wrong. I think I need to figure out who Jack would be and work backwards from there.

I do like pinstripe very much.

I think it's the relationships-with-others element that is mildly perplexing. Though true, Claire and I shoot and mock each other all the time.

I ignored all that because it made my head hurt. The trouble is that the group dynamic is different so it just got too complicated. I'm really not sure about Mary-as-Tosh but I don't know who else she'd be. Maybe with all your geeky stuff, you should be Tosh, but that makes Mary Ianto.

AHHH. And more to the point, why am I sitting here figuring this out instead of doing Actual Work? (I know why - it's my last day of said Actual Work before school holidays and I can't be bothered).

AHHH. And more to the point, why am I sitting here figuring this out instead of doing Actual Work?

Because these are the important Questions Of The Universe, Lana! THIS IS WHAT THE TARDIS IS FOR!

Ahahaha on my summary of visit today I'm going to have to find something else to put instead of "most of my day was spent recasting my friends and I into Torchwood."

Maybe Claire could be Jack.

Maybe Monkey is Jack and the rest of us are Weevils. And also, someone needs to be PC Andy.

Monkey = Janet, duh

So Claire has to be Owen the Weevil King. And I still think you're the Butler and I'm Gwen.

Maybe Jack is Jack. He can travel through space and time, after all (sometimes, at least).

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semplice.livejournal.com - 2008-09-03 03:50 (UTC) - Expand

Ok bitches, I spent a long time thinking about this and here is my carefully thought out casting of friends and associates (Leaving Dr Who out, because it's too hard.)

Jack: Hope

Ianto: Karen

Owen: Ren
Tosh: Lana

Gwen: Mary

Susie: Lisa McK

Captain John: Claire

Rhys: Audrey
PC Andy: Erinna

Janet: Monkey

The Pterodactyl whose name I can't spell: ... ?

It's because I do the dishes, isn't it?

Yes.

And because I look fucking delicious in a suit.

Also, you're my bitch.

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karenhealey.livejournal.com - 2008-09-03 04:40 (UTC) - Expand

And because of that!

AHAHAHA I believe that could not be any more apt if you tried. Cannot stop laughing.

Right? I am so right. But I had to just write this to Hope: "...You should know I'm just Captain John in the context of I am mental, and we were once together and if your brother came back and buried you alive I would probably try to help you out. Not so much in the being still obsessed with you and would push you off a building context."