#ripprototype

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“It’s Rippley, right? Jack said you’re an android.”

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Rippley wanders over to Gwen, waiting patiently for her to look up from whatever she was doing, Spot, sniffing around her curiously.

“Seven hundred ninety-three, seven hundred ninety-four, sev-” Gwen stopped there, nodding to herself and placing five small brightly-coloured stones from her gloved hand into the bin in front of her. “Eight hundred,” she announced for the benefit of her small audience. “Well, roughly. Might’ve missed one or two.” She shrugged, then grinned invitingly as she asked, “You two been having more fun than me?” 

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The Dog, hopefully unbeknownst to Jack, had a bit of RIP technology put in him…curtsy of Rippley’s extra parts.  Making him a bit more… dog like then this centuries technology just yet.

He didn’t really have eyes, just a little black visor, and he turned it to gwen, stepping forward as a real dog might as thought sniffing her. He was built like rippley had tried to build a  smaller version of a malinois, clearly robotic.

But Rippley was still grinning proudly.

“Spot.”

He didn’t have a single spot.

“Cause that’s what human’s name Dogs, right? so i programmed him to respond to ‘Spot’

“Sure,” Gwen nodded, seeing no reason to explain Spot as a good general dog’s name verses the other viable options that might suit this pet a little better. “Spot’s great, and most of our cats are named Fluffy.” 

She grinned at her own cheap quip and reached out carefully to pat Spot on his little head with the same care and enthusiasm she’d greet a real dog with. “Brilliant.”

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Rippley would wordlessly wander up to Gwen's desk, waiting patiently. His robot dog companion that Jack had got him the parts for, for christmas at his heels. Rippley showed off the dog. "I finally finished building him!"

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Gwen had hidden her gossip magazine inside a manilla folder and her face was hidden in both under the guise of being very invested in her work reports rather than avoiding them altogether. Seeing who approached, she eagerly welcomed the distraction. She looked past Rippley for a moment and put on a wide grin of genuine approval that she didn’t even need to exaggerate. She’d be hard pressed to figure out the needs of a real dog but this was actually very cool. “Looks great,” she said. “Has he got a name?” 

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Merry and Bright 

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Rippley paused when she latched on to him and he grinned slightly, stepping back up beside her desk and raised an eyebrow. “yeah?” He asked with a soft laugh.

“Yeah?” Gwen echoed with that same highly amused tone. “I’m not tired enough to miss catching a Christmas ninja.” She beamed up at him and finally let go before turning her attention back to the package. Curiosity got the better of her and she had the wrappings off in a matter of seconds before coming to a halt with her mouth hanging slightly open until she managed to form a simple, “Aww,” and let her lips curl into a smile. “This is beautiful.” 

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Rippley (doned in the new leather jacket that Jack had given him for his birthday, that he had probably yet to take off) wandered up to Gwen's desk and placed a crudely wrapped -thing- on the corner. The paper looked like it had been ripped in several places and simply taped back together. A bow was stuck on top of the large squishy paper mesh. Christmas present. Inside was a necklace. He wordlessly pushed it towards her and stepped back.

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Even by Torchwood standards, it had been a stressful week. Gwen never imagined she’d be grateful for time spent working on something as mundane as paperwork but her desk chair seemed extra comfortable today. In a turn of events that could have only been engineered by a sitcom writer or an outright miracle, things had come together on Friday, meaning she might get to enjoy her weekend plans after all. Thinking on that positive note certainly made the time spent working seem to go faster but Gwen wasn’t at all prepared for it when she sensed someone approaching. 

“I said I’d have it by-” she froze, caught herself, and then exhaled gladly. “Oh, bless you!” She exclaimed. Even if she hadn’t seen the present, relief was something of a beautiful gift. Gwen had seen it though and she reached out blindly with her arm, trying to grab hold of Rippley from where he’d disappeared behind her or, if he’d got farther than expected, hoping he’d see it as an indication to come back.

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⚡️ - rippley

send me a ⚡️ and I’ll tell you:

my first impression of your muse:

‘I dunno. I’m really selective of the Original Characters I write with. Wait. He’s a what?!?! Okay. Give me!’ 

my first impression of you:

I liked that you weren’t afraid or apologetic about asking to plot. Taking the initiative to throw your multiple muses at me was great and I’m so glad you did. 

my favourite thing about your muse:

My poor teenaged robot cinnamon roll!! I love that he’s just as believable as a naive and wrongfully accuesed seventeen-year-old in hiding as he is a genius trying to live comfortably amoung humans that he’s both inferior and superior to. Also, he did Gwen’s paperwork and loves Disney films. 

my favourite thing about you:

You are one of the people I follow who I look for updates on out of character as much as in. I think you have an interesting life and sense of humour and I’ve found quite a few new things I liked after getting curious about posts you made/reblogged. Also, you somehow manage to do justice to multiple muses on  multiple blogs and that’s admirable if a little scary. 

would I ever consider shipping our muses:

That is my son we’re talking about. All the friendship, angsty, and familial drama, please. I love that she treats him like a normal kid (albeit a younger one than he should be) and wants to spoil and teach him and he lets her but also manages to be a sarcastic and playful little shit. GOOD SHIT 100/10 

a plot I’d like to see between our muses:

AU where they find a way to pass him off as a normal human teenager, prove his innocence in the fire incident, and he lives with Gwen and Rhys before going off to Uni. Either that or human AU or more fluff and slight danger. I love it! 

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses:

I did it again where I put the AU idea in the ‘plot’ column but I am up for literally anything. I love Rippley Cooper Harkness with my full heart, ok.. 

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¥ - rippley

Send ¥ and my muse will react to learning that yours is just a figment of their imagination and never truly existed at all.

Something wasn’t right. Gwen knew it from the silence. She was never completely alone in the Hub. Even if the others went to a late breakfast they’d forgotten to invite her to, there was always Rippley. He kept to his room sometimes, like any teenager, but Gwen could coax him out with a Mars bar or some paperwork that was more interesting than exhausting. 

Of course, he could be doing the androrid equivalent of sleeping or Jack could have taken him outside in disguise for a treat, but Gwen knew not to ignore her intuition. She paced the floors and made her way down to the subbasement. It was such a gloomy place. They should have done better for him, but Gwen’s sense of guilt dissolved quickly to make room for a sudden rush of dread. 

It wasn’t much, but they’d had a bed set up, blankets, and probably fifty books. The new pair of headphones Gwen had bought for him the other day were still unopened in the packaging on the table where she’d left it. Everything else was gone. Gwen panicked. She’d thought of Rippley as something between a younger brother and a child she’d adopted. She didn’t think she could cope if he’d left without even a goodbye.

Jack answered over the comms as soon as she put her earpiece in, but the response made no sense. “Jack,” she tried again, urgently. “Where’s Rippley? D’you have him? Did y’- You know who Rippley is, dammit!” She carried on for nearly a full minute about how she was practically a mother to the poor android and had a right to know where he went, but Jack finally managed to cut in with another bit of denial. 

Gwen had her mouth open and a threat ready to issue, but that was when the realisation hit: they’d found him. If Jack had taken Rippley somewhere else to hide, it had been in a rushed emergency. He might have a gun to his head at this very moment, knowing that denying he even knew the kid would be the only way to keep him safe.

“Oh,” she said, exaggerating it in case the kidnappers could overhear the call. “I’ve found him. Come here, Rippley, got some nice cat nip for you.” She cooed, hoping this lie would be convincing enough and then shutting her communicator down so she could get to work.

“I’m not on drugs, I’m not bloody senile, and I think I’m a little too old for imagining friends!” 

It wasn’t that Gwen refused to believe this, she simply couldn’t comprehend it. Jack explained that he had not been lying to protect Rippley. She’d interrupted a perfectly routine Weevil hunt, whining about something- excuse me, someone -he’d never heard of. He and Ianto both had a few theories: an alien hallucinogen, work-related stress and trauma, and- ‘Well, maybe you just wanted someone to take care of. If you can’t imagine yourself with a bab-”

Shaking her head almost violently, Gwen walked off without another word. She’d only relayed that Rippley was in his late teens and under their protection. It didn’t make sense that she would be the only one who remembered him. Even if Retcon was involved, you could get memories back with the right amount of insistance and reminding... the alternative was that she’d made him up. What the hell for? 

She was on her way out, thinking some sleep might help set her mind at ease and that her coworkers had earned the right to finish the day’s work on their own. But she stopped at her desk to see she had indeed left her computer screen on the dimmest readable setting. The paperwork she’d filed earlier was organised like she remembered but there were no new marks on the pages.

“I loved him,” she said, probably just to herself as another symptom of what must be her insanity. “I dunno and I don’t care what’s wrong with me.”