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My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
his_sarah_jane goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Nancy Drew.
aces_are_rare tricks you! You get a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
alien_catcher tricks you! You get a toothbrush.
born_running gives you 4 yellow pineapple-flavoured wafers.
brigadiertardis gives you 19 green root beer-flavoured gummy worms.
callitavesper tricks you! You get a piece of paper.
clever_wanderer gives you 18 light green passionfruit-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
cocky_cockney tricks you! You lose 40 pieces of candy!
coffeekingianto tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
exiled_prof gives you 11 mauve lime-flavoured jawbreakers.
gethin_jones gives you 14 blue lime-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
his_sarah_jane ends up with 25 pieces of candy, a 3.5-inch floppy disc, a toothbrush, and a piece of paper.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
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[OOC] LoA

Oct. 10th, 2008 11:51 am
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So!

It's that time of year (well, not really, but it's more fun to type it that way) where I have to post a LoA for the next ten days. Why? Because I'm finally getting to go to California to make wine!

Well. Getting to go to California to study coastal ecosystems there for a class. The wine making is just a plus (because the professor in charge is kind of awesome). >>


IF you think there's anything SJ should see or I should see, pleeeease link to this post? Please?


I WILL MISS YOU ALL GREATLY.
his_sarah_jane: (smile!)

♥THE RP LOVE MEME♥
V2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO


If you so desire, it would be lovely. ♥


[xposted to [livejournal.com profile] jen_anomaly and [livejournal.com profile] chlorrel because I am apparently greedy and selfish this week]
his_sarah_jane: (excuse me?)
Write a conversation between your character and another using only dialogue. However, both characters are doing something and it must be obvious from the dialogue what it is.

“Doctor? Doctor, why don’t I believe you-”

“Nonsense, Sarah Jane. I assure you that I have the situation completely under control. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that I’ll have the situation mastered in, oh, two point five minutes.”

“I really don’t believe you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s you, Doctor! You’d probably think a situation is under control if we were being chased by… by a giant heard of rhinoceroses!”

“Which, I would remind you, we are not. Now, it’s not as if there’s anything dire about the current dilemma, is there?”

“…oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh?”

“Because you… you shifting that way and…














stop it, Doctor! Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

That!”

“This?”

“I really think that scarf ought to be considered a lethal weapon.

“Not to mention a form of cheating, Doctor!”

“Now, really, I must protest, Sarah. I’ve checked the rules over and there’s nothing in them about-”

“Your move.”

“What?”

“Oh, you heard me! Spin, will you? And get that right hand on yellow.”

“Sarah-”

Doctor.”










“Your move, I’m afraid.”

“My-







Ow! Bloody hell, that hurt!”

“Two point five minutes exactly, Sarah Jane.”

Cheat.”

“Really. I must protest. A Time Lord’s body happens to be-”

“And a Time Lord’s scarf? Oh, honestly! ”

Honestly.”
his_sarah_jane: (wtf mate)
You're EXPECTING! TEN names you would name your child.

I most certainly hope not! Aside from the fact I haven't properly dated a man in... well, in a far longer amount of time than I care to admit, can you honestly picture me as a parent? I wouldn't know the first thing about raising a child. I couldn't even get along with the lot when I was their age!

But, I suppose, if I had to pick names, there are a few that come to mind.

1. Alice
2. Elisabeth
3. Tabitha
4. Bronte
5. Rebecca

6. Trent
7. John
8. Edward
9. William
10. Luke
his_sarah_jane: (grin)
Hullo, you've reached the inbox of Sarah Jane Smith. I'm afraid that I can't quite get to the telephone at this time. Please try my number at the Metropolitan offices if the message is urgent.

If not, please leave a message with your name and number after the beep and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as humanly possible. Thank you.










No, Doctor, I won't take you up on your offer of a mobile no matter how popular they may---



What do you mean, still recording?


Oh. Bloody tech--

BEEEP
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Pass a Secret Note Meme
his_sarah_jane: (Default)
So, I don't know anyone who doesn't feel like they aren't getting enough feedback. So... let's give some. What do you like about my pup? What do you think could be improved? What things about them do you not understand that you'd like elaborated on?

Go for it. I will try to get to yours tonight, later this week - leave me a link if you'd especially like feedback!
his_sarah_jane: (older!sarah - reflective)
001. "Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes." Oscar Wilde

“So what will it be?” asked the devil, crouched before the healer, playing with a feather drenched in angel blood. “One last great adventure? Or a cold and lonely death?”

And she made her choice that day.


She had thought that experience would teach her better. For four years of her life, she had travelled with her healing man and seen the wonders of the universe. For all the years that followed, she had mimicked his actions upon her owns. She continued as a journalist, she continued as a hero the best she could. But on that day, with that offer, Sarah Jane ignored everything experience had taught her.

Instead, she had agreed to one last great adventure with her newest savior as her angel died in her arms. In the end, experience had taught that the need to live outweighed any rational thought. And oh, how she had wanted to live.

Sarah probably should have suspected her devil’s identity from the very start. She was nearly fifty now, after all, and had experienced more than most would in five lifetimes.

The signs were there, after all, after shortly after arriving on their first new planet. Technically, it wasn’t a planet – nor was it new to Sarah Jane. She had been there before, years ago, with the Doctor and Harry. Voga, the planet of gold, was as beautiful as she had remembered.

It was absolutely awful watching Harold, as her devil instead she call him, manipulate the Vogans. She hadn’t realized that he had fed coordinates to a band of Cybermen. Sarah hadn’t realized until it was too late, until the Vogans had been captured and Voga was about to be blown up as the Cybermen had hoped to do all those years ago.

“We can’t let this happen,” she insisted, looking at Harold with wide and angry eyes, feeling all the more like her young naïve self rather than a woman of experience. “This is a mistake, Harold. They’re innocent. The Cybermen trust you. We have to stop them.”

He looked at her for a long time that moment, his eyes cold and calculating and without the slightest hint of warmth. Those seconds seemed to last forever. Finally, her devil nodded. “I’ll make a deal with you, my dear. This won’t be one last great adventure. I’ve grown lonely in my old age. We’ll save the Vogans, but you’ll stay with me until death do us part.”

She had made her mistake once, agreeing to his deal. Less than a week later, Sarah Jane found herself making it again. “Agreed.”

And so, the Cybermen were destroyed. Unaware of the deception, the Vogans welcomed Sarah and Harold with open arms. When she saw him smile, Sarah Jane thought she should be afraid. It wasn’t a comforting smile at all.

Weeks and months passed and she never realised. He was a horrible man, truly the devil. Sarah Jane may have had her suspicious, but she never gave voice to any of them. Easier to think he was just a renegade. Easier to think that experience had taught her better.

But it was that first night in which he took her into his bed that she did figure it out, that something changed within her in the process. He had been taunting her all night within his stolen TARDIS. It was that night she accused him of stealing it from her healing man. Harold grew cold and sincere and nodded. A glint in his eyes caused Sarah Jane to take a few steps back. He followed.

“I know who you are,” she whispered as the connections formed in her brain. Sarah reached for the nearest weapon (it hurt, it hurt to think she might have to kill a man but she had to – he wasn’t even a man) and held the club gently in her hands. “You’re him. The Master, Koschei. I remember you. Don’t you dare think otherwise!”

There would only be one way to be free of this horrible deal. If she killed him, she could find a way to bring the TARDIS to the Doctor. She would finally be reunited with her healing man after all the long, sad years and, more than that, she would be free.

Sarah Jane raised her arm to swing at him and Harold grabbed her wrist mid arc. He held it there as he moved them backwards to pin her against the console. The Master tilted his head and looked at her for a moment before he crushed his lips violently against her own. She didn’t want to submit, oh, she was old for goodness sake and anything but attractive now. And yet, she couldn’t help but think if she allowed this, if he was fully distracted enough, she’d be able to kill him.

Experience had taught her men could be very vulnerable when it came to sex. She had to hope this extended to Time Lords, too.

Her aim was off as she jammed a letter opener into his back right before climax. He only laughed and told her he couldn’t think of a better desecration of the Doctor’s room than everything the two of them had just done as she came, lost and willing.

Deals were meant to be broken.

Life could never be one grand adventure.

Experience taught you to avoid new mistakes.

Betrayal would always hurt.

All of the sudden, none of those thoughts seemed true anymore. She had changed in that moment, given in to all her anger: anger at her angel for being so reckless, anger at her devil for proposing that life altering deal in the first place, anger at her healer for abandoning her, anger at herself for giving in. Sarah Jane Smith simply didn’t want to be anymore. She didn’t want to exist.

Deals could never be broken.

Life had become one grand adventure.

Experience taught you nothing.

And betrayal didn’t hurt. Not if you didn’t let it, not if your buried your true self so deeply that it would never exist again. She did such that night as she lost herself in his arms. Sarah Jane Smith, the intelligent, curious, persistent journalist who prided herself on her integrity, disappeared. She let herself become the perfect companion to Harold instead, taking glee in manipulating civilizations and in mayhem of all sorts, trying to kill him at all odd hours of the day, falling willingly into his embrace again and again.

Experience taught it was easier to face your fears if you found ways never to face them at all.

[ooc: based upon a prompt by [livejournal.com profile] savagestime. Master and fic used with permission.]
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So! I am BACK. Because I went away this weekend and forgot to mention it.

Dragon*Con was all sorts of awesome, though.


Did I miss anything important?
his_sarah_jane: (grin)
Happy birthdays, Ianto and Gethin.

Please, don't do anything drastic to celebrate. And I mean that last part specifically for you, Gethin.


Enjoy, although I'm certain you will.
his_sarah_jane: (aiming the rifle)
As it seems to be going around, humour me, will you?

Describe ME in one word.....just one single word. Post it in my comment section. Then put the same request in your journal so we can visit you and do the same thing and see how many strange and interesting things they say about you.

[OOC] LoA

Aug. 16th, 2008 01:17 pm
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I don't normally do this if I'm only going to be gone for a handful of days, but because I have a lot of threads going on and really don't want anyone to think I'm disappearing on them, I'm putting up this note.

Leaving tomorrow morning bright and early to move down to school. As the house I'm living in won't have Time Warner stopping by until Tuesday afternoon (or Wednesday, if my luck is awful), I will pretty much be internetless for the next few days.

And possibly slow for the following week as I hurry to put together my masters project proposal before classes start on the 25th.

♥! I look forward to life and rp and the like returning to normal soon!
his_sarah_jane: (acting silly)


I was always rather fond of this outfit.
his_sarah_jane: (his girl friday)
"Submarine races? Don't tell me you actually fell for that one!"

From The Inquisitor
May 15, 2011
Submarine races do exist exist!
Inquisitor’s own John Smith gets up close and personal with mermaid.


Sarah Evans



Since the arrival of spring, the small town of Perros-Guirec in Brittany, France has been plagued with sightings of a more unusual kind. Amongst fishermen of the region, tales of mermaids and mermen have always been in trend. A trend to which those more landlocked would laugh at, taking the mickey out of anyone daft enough to fall of it.

Yet, in the past three weeks, supposed sightings have been happening so frequently that little doubt remains among the native Perros-Guirecans.

In a world where we were nearly defeated by robots, could it be possible that some sort of sub-marine sentient has been lurking in Earth’s oceans for centuries, just waiting to be discovered, providing substance to the sailors’ tales? Could an underwater civilisation, a lost Atlantis, lie under the waves unknown to those above?

It might seem a preposterous hoax at first, but after spending a few days along the Brittany shore, the hoax turned out to be anything but. With less than a day under our belts to investigate the local rumours, Inquisitor correspondent John Smith got up close and personal with one such creature.

The mermaid, later identified as Bubbles, greeted him less than one mile from town centre and quickly claimed him as her own. Sea foam green eyes on a face that surpassed any human’s with its beauty, strawberry-blonde hair, blue-tinted skin, and a green scaly tail, Bubbles washed ashore as if out of a storybook. She took one look at Smith and dragged him out to a rock some fifteen metres away.

There she proceeded to pick up English at an astonishing rate. Although she started by mimicking, Bubbles quickly became capable of putting together string of words to express her desires. Words were quickly followed by actions as Bubbles made her desire to mate clear.

Smith went along as the willing Prince Eric, touching her cheek and caressing her tail. It wasn’t until she attempted to drag him further into the ocean that he finally pulled away, deciding his heart was far too firmly rooted to the land.

Heartbroken, Bubbles kissed him goodbye. She was then noted to join a group of three more female merfolk, possibly sisters or relatives of some sort. When asked for a statement, Smith declined.

A full scale investigation is now underway, led by Dr Elizabeth Shaw of Torchwood notoriety. When asked for comments, Dr Shaw had little to say, citing that, “so far, only traces of a submarinian culture have been discovered.”

However, the search appears optimistic.

“I’ve been seeing them every day of my life,” local Brittany shrimp trawler Pierre Vioget claimed. “I’ve been seeing them ever since my first trip on the sea. Good luck, they are. Helped keep the sharks at bay that shipwreck of 2007.”

Working alongside the once-thought-mad fishers, Torchwood hopes to make a lot of progress in a relatively short amount of time.

“It’s the first time we’ve met another species since the coming of the Cybermen,” Dr Owen Harper, a new recruit for Torchwood, stated eagerly, “and with this one not planning on violent upgrades? We’re looking forward to a friendly and lasting relationship when their capital is found.”

With this positive frame of mind, perhaps Bubbles will find her Prince Eric after all. Like our readers, those of us at the Inquisitor can only wait and hope.

[ooc: based on this rp.]
his_sarah_jane: (his girl friday)
Jack,

Now that things have calmed down a bit at the Hub, would you mind if I request time off for two weekends from now?

I kind of miss him. A lot more than I thought.

Thank you.
Sarah Jane
his_sarah_jane: (sarah and ten)
Sarah had to admit: Brittany, France was a change of scenery for them. The seaside town she and John had found themselves sent to was awfully quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of London. It was, in fact, a little too quiet for Sarah Evans' taste. A little too slow. Certainly not the holiday she would have chosen.

But, then again, they weren't exactly here on holiday, were they? It was something much more than that. Rumors of mermaids and sea monsters from off the coast. Something, it seemed, that Torchwood and the French government both wanted to hide.

Which meant, of course, that Mr Chapman wanted to know everything.

So here she was, groaning as the early morning sun trickled in through the window of the inn room they were sharing. The alarm clock by the bed was going off loudly. Only 4:00 a.m. but screaming at the pair to awake.

Bloody fish and their bloody dawn feedings.
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You are The Lovers


Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.


The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.


Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

his_sarah_jane: (writing)
What or who do you think made you the way you are today?

Sarah tapped her pencil against her desk, sighing as she stared at the question in front of her. It was a jumping off point, something her aunt had suggested in framing her personal statement for her university applications. However, if you were to ask the seventeen year old, it was a bloody pain in the arse. A waste of an afternoon that could be far better spent meeting up with some mates down at the park for a game of field hockey.

The question, though, seemed to glare up at her from the page. What or who do you think made you the way you are today? Why? It was a stupid question, as stupid as every other question Aunt Lavinia had suggested she answered.

“You’re the writer,” she had said. “I’m positive that it won’t take you long to think of something. But here’s a list of topics I clipped out of the daily paper. It may help.”

So far, none of the questions had helped. She was down to the last one. Her personal statement: five hundred words proving that Sarah Jane was capable of a university education, capable more so of entering a journalism program. And in the past two weeks, she had come up with nothing.

With a sigh, Sarah stopped tapping her pencil against the desk and braced her hand to write. Maybe words would flow better on her typewriter, but she had absolutely no desire to waste the ink.

“Who or what made me the way I am today?” Sarah read aloud, rolling her eyes as she did. “Who bloody well cares?”

My aunt, Lavinia Smith.

No. She didn’t like the sound of that. Sure, Aunt Lavinia imparted wisdom upon her niece while she was growing up. Sarah certainly knew that her feminist attitude had all to do with her aunt’s beliefs. But that wasn’t enough.

It seemed that this question was going to be a whole lot harder than it looked. Sarah let out a frustrated breath and returned to tapping her pencil a few seconds longer before scribbling down more ideas. Each was quickly scribbled out after the first.

My aunt, Lavinia Smith.

The loss of my mum and dad.

Being unable to save Andrea. Watching her die.

Lois Lane
DAFT!

Sigrid Schultz.

Field hockey.

Writing my first essay
Oh, who am I kidding?

My parents did technically make me. Daft answer to a daft question? Sounds perfect.

Me?


Sarah Jane stared at the last item on her list, underlining and then circling it with thought. It was a possibility alright. Who needed someone else to shape them? Who needed some bloody event you didn’t even want? Certainly not her. A small grin crossed her features as she nodded. For now, it had to be the best answer she came up with. With confidence, she began to write:

Most individuals would answer this question claiming a specific life-altering event or perhaps a role model in whom they placed the upmost degree of confidence and admiration within. It is, after all, what this question is begging for to be penned. Without a doubt, I have had my share of life altering events. I have known people in my life that have been role models without even realizing. But none of them, not a single course of action or a single word of advice, possess the influence to make me who I am today.

That honour falls fully and completely to me.

It is I who, in the end, chose the lessons to abide by, picked the people to learn from. No one in the whole of Earth exists who would have made the same decisions I made if put in my shoes. I can’t claim to have chosen wisely, nor can I claim that I’ve stuck with those decisions I made. But, as a whole, it was my actions and my choices that led me to be writing this essay today.

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