Who Am I?

[saynotorehab-deactivated2016081]

Well, you look lovely, my dear. I’m Captain John Hart, but you can call me whatever you like.

Oh no, no, not Owen. Owen would be fine if the stick up his arse didn’t give him a constantly constipated expression. I was thinking of the chubby one in the suit, the one who makes the coffee. From what I gathered, he’s not around, which is probably why Jack is so grumpy. 

But let’s talk about you. How did someone like you get stuck in a dump like this? 

[anwenrewritten]

Captain John Hart. Got it. How did you become a captain? 

Oh, then I’ve never met him. Of course Jack could just be grouchy because of this place, because it’s not like there’s a lack of eye candy around here and I hear he doesn’t really have a type. But I don’t really know him much either, so. 

I don’t know? The same way everyone else did? Except I somehow managed to show up here more than once. Lucky me. 

[anwenrewritten]

Okay,

[callmedoctorzombie-blog]

Being boring, obviously. Even haunting the bar got boring after Sherlock left.  

If you’re looking for something to do, I could knock a line of salt in front of you. Heard that stalls you up pretty good. 

[anwenrewritten]

Don’t you dare. 

[anwenrewritten]

Private Message to the Doctor

[thedoctster]

It’s the Internet, you can’t believe everything you read there. Especially if it’s said by people who’ve kidnapped you and are trapping you in an alternate miniature universe.

[anwenrewritten]

K. 

[anwenrewritten]

Private Message to the Doctor

[thedoctster]

No.

[anwenrewritten]

Really? Because that post saying that you did seem pretty sure.  

My parents need help, and if I find out you’re holding out on helping them for whatever reason, I will find out a way to make your life miserable just like you did theirs. 

[anwenrewritten]

Private Message to the Doctor

Is it true that you’ve got a way to turn us all back to normal?  

@thedoctster

[anwenrewritten]

Okay,

I’m starting to like this whole being a faerie thing a lot less. I’m too easily bored, and everyone is either worried about killing angels or... Doing ... Actually, what is everyone doing? Seriously.  

[saynotorehab-deactivated2016081]

At least this place has a bar. And people who are definitely easy on the eyes. I was starting to think that it really had nothing to recommend it.

Oh, and Jack, I know you’re there and you’ve probably claimed this place as your ‘territory’ by pissing on the nearest tree. Do everyone a favour and just stay in your basement. 

Is Eye Candy around? Or that lovely Welsh lady with the temper? 

[anwenrewritten]

Well, you sound lovely.  

Are you going to introduce yourself, or... ? And who’s eye candy? Is it Owen? I’m assuming the lovely Welsh lady with the temper is Gwen Cooper, yeah? Judging off the fact that you seem to know who Jack is. Don’t worry, I think he likes it down in that basement, so he probably will. 

[reginamalum]

Oooh, well this is an unexpected turn of events. Never woken up in a pocket universe before. I do love new things. Hello pocket dwellers! I’m Missy, and you’re all about to be very glad to meet me. 

[anwenrewritten]

Will we? And why’s that? Missy Who? 

[onesyllables]

I know I’m always saying it but now is an especially bad time. We’ve all got good and bad things about our new powers that we can’t help. I’m not just being a coward now. It’s bad, okay? But we will talk at some point. I promise.

Yeah, it’s a laugh. First time in a long while I’ve actually wished I could see my mummy. I owe you so much better than this, Anwen. You and Emrys…

I have to go. I’m sorry. But please just keep being bored. It can’t be so bad as long as you’re safe. 

[anwenrewritten]

Alright, well... If there’s anything I could do to help, you’d tell me, yeah?  

I’m sorry. Has... She ever met me? 

Oh, right. Okay. Talk to you later I guess. 

[thetallerwinchester]

Have you seen Meg’s posts? We’re demons. It’s in our nature.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

[anwenrewritten]

So I’m just supposed to accept that? No thanks. I’m good.  

Threatening me isn’t going to convince me either. 

[onesyllables]

Well, your dad said it came with a drawback. Something about having to count things? You do seem pretty pleased, though. I guess flying would be fun.

I’m a mummy and finally coming to terms with it. Take a shot, make a joke if you like. Sorry, but boredom’s definitely not the worst thing you could have. 

[anwenrewritten]

Yeah, everything has their weakness, right? For some reason, I can’t pass sugar or salt without counting every single annoying grain. But the flying is definitely fun. Thought about flying over to see you, but dad said you wanted company even less than usual right now. 

Oh god, I’ve just realized. You’re entire life is just one big terrible pun right now. A mummy who’s a mummy. Are you my mummy? 

But alright, sorry, point taken. Would definitely rather be a faerie and bored than a mummy and bored.  

[thetallerwinchester]

I’m not five and I like cookies. 

The wings won’t care about you. You’re supernatural. To them you’re as much of an abomination as I am.

[anwenrewritten]

Good for you. Doesn’t change the way you offered me one from being demeaning. 

We’ll see. If not, I’ll be team Anwen, like I have been my entire life. 

[onesyllables]

So far, everyone seems to think it’s not possible, which is a shame. I think it’d be fun to try them all but I suppose what we’ve got is better than nothing.

I should ask- how are you fairing with all this? Faerie-ing?  

[anwenrewritten]

I’m not sure I’d want to trade with anyone anyway. I definitely got the better end of the deal here.  

Oh my god. I’m going to ignore the terrible pun -- I thought it was dads who made terrible jokes like that? -- Anyway, I fairing fine, I think. Just bored. Ridiculously bored. 

[thetallerwinchester]

A cookie? Something from hot topic?

Actually seeing this thing through and surviving it.

[anwenrewritten]

First of all, I’m not five. Second of all, if this all does come to blows between the devils and the wings, I think you’ve just made which team I’ll be siding with a lot easier, so thank you!  

[thetallerwinchester]

Alright, let’s clear the elephant in the room. Quite frankly the amount of angels running around makes me want to vomit. It’s obvious half of us can’t stand each other. I’m not a demon, not a fortune teller, but I’m guessing we’re going to square off against each other eventually. I recommend picking a side before it’s too late.

[anwenrewritten]

Interesting. What’s in it for me?  

[onesyllables]

I’m starting to think this whole ‘monster’ thing is going to last much longer than our other horrors; so I just thought I’d see if anyone’s got anything useful. Do you? Teleporting, precognition? I’d be willing to trade. 

[anwenrewritten]

Is trading powers something you can actually do? 

[anwenrewritten]

Testing the waters || Clara and Anwen

[anwenrewritten]

Anwen was starting to get antsy and a part of her nearly decided that she was wasting her time with Clara and should just flutter off to find something else to entertain herself with. There had to be something in that forsaken town.

Especially since Anwen was pretty convinced that Clara was going to shoo her off. If the woman didn't want her company, she wasn't going to force it. She'd rather someone be honest about not wanting her around than stringing her along. It was one thing she actually respected about her mother.

But then Clara spoke up and Anwen started bouncing again, and she could feel her wings threatening to expose themselves in excitement.

"If you've got no powers, what are you exactly?" Anwen asked first instead of actually answering any of her questions. From what she could tell, everyone had changed somehow, and Clara still looked normal, so there had to be something.

"Well back home I'd just sneak into a club and get drunk for fun, but here..." She looked around and folded her arms against her chest as she shrugged. "Still figuring out what there even is to do for fun. Got any ideas?"