O: "You're a very dapper chap...Quite the man, aren't you?"

I: "I beg your pardon?"

O: "Well, I mean, you're more experienced with affairs of the heart. More wordly than me, for example."

I: "...I presume this is leading somewhere."

O: "How would a person go about indicating to the object of their affection that they're rather...taken with them -- in a romantic sense? Hypothetically speaking, of course."

I: "Of course. Generally the direct approach works. Tell them how you feel. Failing that. A gift, perhaps? Some flowers?"

O: "Right. Yes. Perhaps I should jot that down. For, um, future reference, of course."

I: "Of course."

(OOC note: This is set during the period of time when Adam had fiddled with everyone's memories and Owen was dorkified like whoa)

"Give it back!" Owen hissed, his gun aimed threateningly in Dean's direction.

"Whoa, dude. You've gotta let her go." Dean's tone was calm, even sympathetic. That only enraged Owen more. "That alien thing that was inside of her, it's completely destroyed her. She's gone."

No. Not like this. "I'm supposed to save her this time. I can still save her."

"This is not the answer. Believe me, man. I know. Put the gun down. Making a deal with a demon is-"

Owen squeezed the trigger. Then he crouched down, retrieved the box and began to dig in the cross-road dirt.

Owen sent the paper airplane sailing and it landed right on target, miraculously sticking cockpit first in Gwen's gorgeous brown hair before it joined the pile at her feet.

He got another annoyed look for his trouble. "Will you stop bein' an immature shit, Owen. I'm tryin' to work."

"Awh, come on. You like the attention." Owen tossed back with a smirk. He turned back to his desk and began to fold another piece of paper.

Before he could finish, though, he felt something hit the back of his head.

He turned and grinned at Gwen.

"Took you long enough."





(ooc note: I am trying my darnedest to stick to the 100 word drabble rule with all of these. Enjoy.)

Pick an Owen and I'll write a fic or a drabble based on that. You can pick your top three and I'll write at least one, possibly with your muse if I know them in general.


1. Playful!Owen
2. Murderous!Owen
3. Flailing!Owen
4. Incarcerated!Owen
5. Deviant!Owen
6. Ill!Owen
7. Intoxicated!Owen
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Owen
9. Eloquent!Owen
10. Cooking!Owen
11. Over-protective! Owen
12. Wanker!Owen
13. Silly!Owen
14. Romantic!Owen
15. Long-winded!Owen
16. Bedtime!Owen
17. Jealous!Owen
18. Inquisitive!Owen
19. Confused!Owen
20. Sexy!Owen
21. Angry!Owen
22. Dorky!Owen
23. Working!Owen
24. Needs-a-Hug!Owen
25. Choose-your-own!Owen

Please go to here: http://imatwat.livejournal.com/13307.html and post your chibi mini-muse if you want to be included in the silliness.

RS chat can cause fits of silliness, and I have volunteered to make group photos of everyone's DW/TW chibi mini-muses. Yay me! (what was I thinking?!!!)

I shall be making 3 settings: One for Relative Space muses in front of Sarah Jane's house, one on the Plas for all Torchwood muses, and one for general Doctor Who muses in front of a lovely Tardis.

Please post a link, or image here of your mini muse if you wish to be added to the group photos.

Ta.

Edited to change eye colour, because violet? No. And to add guns. You can never have enough guns.

You are The Tower

Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.

The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.

The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.

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Alrighty then...