[TW fic] Anywhere, Anywhen (Jack, Gwen, Alonso (indirectly))

Title: Anywhere, Anywhen
Characters: Jack, Gwen, Alonso (indirectly)
Spoilers: post-CoE
Rating: G
Author's notes: Written for writerinadrawer Round 4.05. Also written when I was jet-lagged, recovering from kidney stones, and in a special, special place due to my academic work related to the aftermath of CoE. But I'm quite fond of this and may expand later to explore some stuff that came up in it unexpectedly.

( Three weeks after Jack comes back, he and Gwen confiscate a sports car from a blowfish. )

sundries

Mainly, this is me trying to get back on the bandwagon and knowing that tomorrow won't be the best day for it. Also, there's some news you can use.

There's a dude trolling for women to stalk on LJ. Several LJ'ers have already had extremely upsetting interactions with him. You can read the details, but be aware they involve a lot of triggers for everything from rape to eating disorders to racially-based hate because of this guy's totally unacceptable behavior. The post does have a list of his identities on other online communities though and may be useful if you are in his target demographic (young, white, slim, intellectual and often in a position to be enabled by him regarding alcohol and drug abuse, eating disorders or other activities that are self-harmful).

I had heard the stuff about cracks in the sea-bed and potential complete death of the Gulf waters. I hadn't heard the thing about how the oil spill may be about to trigger an extinction level event. Yes, that includes us. I don't have the skills to evaluate the science involved, nor the data to evaluate the relevance of that science even if I did. But I'll tell you one thing, the media blackout as regards the site and response efforts? That's weird, and it makes this article scare the living crap outta me. As bitsyrant so delightfully said on Twitter, now would be a really good time to find out he's really the Doctor and I'm really Jack or we are all fucked.

ETA: Actually, not so much, although it would still be rad if our Bitsy was the Doctor. Anyway, see comments for why the Gulf is a Bad Terrible Thing but is not going to Cause the Planet to Blow Up. That's a relief.

You know the whole thing with the bees disappearing? Well, we suck. It looks like it might be cellphones.

Man, these are weird sundries. Deathity, death, death. Now, men who want to be cryonically preserved and the women who love them.

I am reading the Advocate's website right now. What the fuck is this thing that appears to be a trashy gay vampire show that there are ads for on it? The Lair? Has anyone seen this? It seems awesomely bad enough to merit some Netflixing and a drinking game, ne?

A very strange sale of Kiss of the Spiderwoman is about to take place. Interesting both because of the significance of the film, and because of this idea of selling a film in a complete and singular way.

leaving London

Well, about to get on the tube for Heathrow. Am at the hotel where I'd left my bags most of the day and they are blasting random musical theatre in the lobby. So weird.

Today I saw the Household Cavalry Guards (oh man, uniforms make me hot. I mean, I know this, and then I forget, and then I stumble on something like this and I'm like "oh yeah, I'm a perv), St. James Park, Whitehall, 10 Downing Street (people were just mad to get pictures of it, and I was like "er, so?"), the Centotaph, Duck Island (ducks are fucking evil, but really cool), Buckingham Palace from a distance, Islington and Mayfair. I walked enough that I now understand how everything connections.

It's raining, so I hope it doesn't mess with my flight too hard.

ETA: no matter how convoluted my relationship is with fandom and the Mermaid Quay memorial, this really, really upsets me.