An Archaic Way

CROSS-POSTED LIEK WHOA.

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So a random interconnected series of thoughts just led me to check the creation date for this journal, and would you believe, it is exactly one year old today?

!!!

Anna hasn't done too terribly much, either in relativespace or elsewhere, but she was my first RS character and I'm very fond of her. Hopefully she'll still be around another year from now!

Stolen from everyone and their dogs:



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Name of Muse: Anna Walsh
Fandom/Type of Muse: Torchwood/Original Character
Link to muse profile page: http://archaic_way.livejournal.com/profile
Mun name, nickname or handle: Allison
Best way to get a message to the mun: E-mail, info in the profile
Do you use AIM or any other IM? AIM - username Freyalise
One hundred words about the muse that everyone should know:

Anna is a twenty-six-year-old archaeologist, fresh out of graduate school, who was hired by Torchwood to make a scientific study of their alien artifacts. She is tall and gangly with a head of frizzy brown hair and looks to be about ten years younger than she really is. She loves her chosen profession and will chatter about it at length to anyone who will (or sometimes won’t) listen. She was a very shy bookworm as a child and therefore not very adept socially, but she tries to be friendly to everyone, even when she isn’t feeling friendly at all.

Anna was created for play at relativespace and I joined ROTM in hopes of exploring and expanding her character further.

Prompt only, or available to roleplay? Prompt and roleplay
Posting tag: (when given) Torchwood - Anna Walsh
Link to memories or tag page showing RotM posts: None yet because I am a LAZY SLOTH

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8) In return, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ

Dear Diary:

Out of the fire, and back into the frying pan, or something along those lines.

This business with the Daleks and the time bubble is over with. Believe the appropriate turn of phrase is "the time bubble popped". Daleks gone, Earth restored, lost Doctor returned to us (but have been hearing noise about the other Doctor's regeneration not taking very well). New arrivals to the madhouse turning up as well. There's another Harry now and he's quite the skeptic towards notions of alien life, have been having a good deal of fun conversing with him over this communicator. Also, everyone reconvening as it were at Sarah Jane's home in England. Have to admit it's lovely to be somewhat home.

My Doctor (my, my, my? I still feel so silly referring to him that way, he's hardly mine is he) was lovely enough to pop me back home to Cardiff to retrieve a few things. Namely my laptop with my research, two favorite books, favorite scarf and hat, and that picture. Doctor said if there was anything important to me, I should hold on to it. Suddenly thought, what if I never come here again, what if this is goodbye to my old life. Found I couldn't bear to let him go completely, not even if I can never see him again, not if I'm leaving for good. He meant too much and as much as it hurts he still matters.

Showed the Doctor the picture, and told the Doctor that he reminds me of him, too. Have no unearthly idea why I did that. He does remind me so much and I don't want to do that again, not so soon after and when he's so similar. Anna Walsh may have been quite the naive fool once but she's determined not to be one again. Am much too smart for that. I hope.

This entry is going nowhere, or more precisely into arenas I don't want to entertain, and oh bother why does he have to be the constant I've chosen for all this? All eyes and energy and intelligence and voice. Anna you're twenty-six and know much much better now, DO SHUT UP ALREADY.

Can't forget how he calls me 'dear'...

Things going rapidly downhill all of a sudden.

Natalie--a friend of Sarah Jane's--and I joined Romana on an expedition to 1980 to see what we could discover about the possible cause of this time bubble that has Earth looking like a giant mechanical beehive for Daleks. While we were there, one of the Doctor's tenth incarnations was killed in present San Francisco and the third was captured and tortured. Both by Daleks. Then that Time Lord bloke Rassilon sent out some cryptic message about "anyone not in the 1990s is wasting their time" so Romana is taking Nat and I back to the fourth Doctor.

Am really shaken up by all this. Haven't known my Doctor (not MINE, but it works) all that long but he strikes me as so... untouchable. Like nothing could hurt him physically. And safe. Now one is dead and the other apparently just this side of a regeneration. To top it all off, I was running a wild goose chase for nothing. What am I here for? What are we all here for? Feels like we're all players in some giant cosmic game and somewhere, someone or something is laughing at us right now. Silly little mortals. And not-so-mortals.

I want to be back on my Doctor's TARDIS already. It's what's familiar to me now. Him, it, and the others he travels with. Suppose they're my family now. Might not know them all that well yet but I feel safe there, with them, even despite everything that's happened and is happening.

I want to know 27 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. You're on my flist, so let me know who actually reads this thing and who has better things to do.

1. Do we know each other outside of live journal?


2. What's your philosophy on life?


3. Negative or Optimistic?


4. What was your dream growing up?


5. Worst thing to ever happen to you?


6. Would you give me money or a slap in the face?


7. Tell me one weird fact about you:


8. Would you have my back or kick me when I'm down?


9. Do you Trust me?

( Here comes the fun )

( personality test )

Dear Diary:

I feel very strange, writing this.

Am sitting in my room on the TARDIS (my room, my room, it's so odd saying that) and it's silent, save the background hum that always seems to be present. Left the Doctor in the console room, told him I needed to go off and think. Which I do. It's been helter skelter ever since that emergency message over all our communicators, telling us to drop everything and get off the planet.

Earth... it's been destroyed. Not 'blown up' destroyed, but--changed, somehow. It's all different. Everything's gone. Don't know exactly what but the readings the Doctor's taken show something drastic has happened. Electrical signals, transmissions, frequencies, they're all wrong. If I could look out a window right now and look at Earth like one would look at the moon, I'm afraid of what I'd see.

The Doctor says we've landed on a planet called Pyrtaxia, to get ourselves together and take stock of the situation. This is not how I imagined my first journey off Earth would be.

I'm scared to death.

Dear Diary:

There is a clock on the table next to my bed and it reads 12:35 AM. Christmas morning now. Wonder if it will even feel like it here. Don't suppose the Doctor celebrates as it's an Earth holiday. (Would other cultures in the universe have developed similar traditions, seeing as Christmas is religion-specific?) Suppose I could wish Sarah Jane and Harry a happy Christmas.

And yes, have my own room in the TARDIS now. It's brilliant. One entire wall covered in bookshelves, a writing desk, a very nice bed, and a good table for spreading research on. The Doctor says the TARDIS likes me. Should think she does if she gave me this room. I'm glad.

My Fortune Cookie told me: Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defense. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

Things getting curiouser and curiouser.

Met Sarah Jane Smith and Harry Sullivan, two people the Doctor travels with. He calls them companions. And means it in the fullest sense of the word. Still mentally working on processing this.

How it happened:

Went back to the TARDIS with the Doctor to fetch some Bermuda reports for me to study in hopes of discovering something about what's going on with the universe ending. Was waiting for him in the console room when there was a knock on the door and it was Sarah Jane with an armful of bags. Helped her carry them in; she seemed to be a little distrustful of me. Don't really know, but she was acting slightly off anyway. Found Harry in her room and was introduced to him there.

Then things went very strange. Sarah commented I should be "fully warn"ed of something the Doctor had yet to tell me about lest I pass out without a proper explanation. Then the Doctor reappeared, looking quite nervous, and informed me that the three of them were a family. As it were. Apparently, he'd balked at telling me because he didn't wish to assume I would want to stay on the TARDIS.

Suppose this was my new thing to learn for the day.

Was very very surprised, and suppose I still am, but decided it was not my place to judge. They are obviously quite happy and comfortable with each other, and I know such things are hard enough to find when you're restricted to Earth, also I suppose it might not be considered unusual on other planets. Am sure if I spend enough time with them, it will no longer be unusual to me. Besides Sarah and Harry seem like perfectly lovely people (initial off-ness on Sarah's part aside) and I must admit that I feel a particular kinship with the Doctor that I haven't experienced with anyone since... ah, him. Would be silly to let such a little thing as love between three people to chase me off.

Which brings me to another point: Have decided to accept their offer and stay on the TARDIS. Don't know if this means I'll travel with them, but I certainly hope I can. Daresay Torchwood wouldn't miss me if I was gone for a little while. Not trained in firearms anyway.

Am living with a commune. ...Hope I don't get in the way. Would hate to cause problems.