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Dec. 31st, 2019 06:46 am
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Hi. This is Toshiko. I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you.
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How did you get into RPing? Why do you still do it?

I began rping a very long time ago, back in the very early days of Stargate SG1. A group of us, all Brits who became friends irl would go online, create OCs, and rp out missions. When we look back on it, all very Mary-Sueesque if we are being honest.

I ended up taking a long break from it (around eight years long), and it was only around three years ago I began to feel the urge again. Fandom had been driving me mad, as it does so many people, and it was Life on Mars fandom that started me first writing again, then back into rp. Tosh was one of the early characters I took up, as I fell in love with her as soon as we were introduced to her, and has always been one of my favourite characters – so much depth to draw from with her. I don't rp with Tosh as much as I should, and that is one of the things I'm hoping to change with her, as I'm currently doing a canon rewatch, and her voice is coming back stronger than ever.
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Sorry for vanishing off the face of the earth recently - I've been ill and in hospital, but I'm back now!

The first time Tosh saw a dead body, it wasn't even human )

Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 837

Hiatus

Jul. 2nd, 2010 09:55 am
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I'm still here! Mostly. I've had problems with work and rl, and stuff, but hopefully the worst are over now.

However, I am going to be away for three weeks (5th July - 23rdish), so Tosh is on hiatus until I'm back and over jet lag.
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"Why does it have to be that?" Tosh demanded of Owen, looking squarely at him.

"Hello? Alien catchers?" Owen replied, glancing round at the rest of the team. "It's kind of Torchwood's thing, just in case you forgot."

She narrowly avoided rolling her eyes in response. "Just because we catch aliens doesn't automatically mean that every single weird occurrence on the planet is due to them."

"It's a fair bet, though," Owen said, sitting back in his chair, glaring at Tosh.

"It shows absolutely no alien characteristics. I'm betting it's some paranormal nutter, testing us," she said, dismissing his concerns. "We've gotten pretty well known round here, let's face it. I shut down the websites as soon as I can, but as soon as I do, two more pop up in their place."

"And what if it isn't human? What if it is alien? People could be in danger."

"Always wanting to be the hero, aren't we?" Tosh said.

"How long are you pair going to be carrying on for?" Jack asked from his seat, his hand on his cheek, watching the argument. "Just wanted to know if we need to ask Ianto to make coffee."

"We're not arguing," both Tosh and Owen responded at the same time. Gwen and Ianto looked at each other, smirking.

"Coffee, Ianto?" Jack said in a lazy voice. "Tosh, Owen does have a point."

"Just because it always has been aliens, doesn't mean it always will be. I'm just saying we should expand our thinking a little. Maybe that signal was just a 'hello, look at us'. Wouldn't be the first time, nor would it be the last."

"You know, there is an easy way to sort this out," Gwen said, leaning back in her chair.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Why don't you go and ask, instead of getting all caught up in the science? God, I don't know what you lost did before I came along." Gwen looked between Owen and Tosh. "I just think you like arguing for the sake of it."

Tosh glanced at Owen, hiding a smile. There was a part of her that would agree with that, but she would never, ever say it out loud.

"Um. People?" Ianto said, interrupting. "You might want to take a look at this." He pressed a button on the remote control in the middle of the table, bringing up and image of the house in question.

"Oh you are kidding me," Jack said, suddenly bursting out laughing.

"What the hell?"

"Disco lights? Giving out that frequency? How?" Tosh said, pulling up the readings.

"Guess someone wanted a party," Ianto said, laughing. "Owen, looks like Tosh was right."

"Yes and no," she replied. "Look." She focused in tightly on something that definitely didn't belong there. "What is that thing?"

"Uh oh," was Jack's response, as he stood up.

"Uh oh? Are we talking another sex monster uh oh, or another ex uh oh? An idea might be nice," Owen asked.

"As in we really need to catch that before it causes damage. It loves a good party, but gets... messy when it gets excited."

"Define messy," Ianto asked, smoothing down his suit as he stood up.

"Slimer from Ghostbusters messy. They didn't know that they based him on that thing. Hasn't been seen for a while. It just... likes a good time."

"Lucky it," Owen muttered, before heading out of the door after the rest of them.


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 572
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Junior Chemistry set: It was what first triggered my interest in science and technology, probably. My grandparents bought it for me when I was eight or so, when we were living in Japan, and Mum and Dad had to go back to England for a few days. They came back to me having somehow burnt a hole in the kitchen floor, but figuring out how to make things gave me a focus.

Teddy bear: I know it's clichéd, but I was given it by my parents when they brought me home from the hospital, and it was always with me while I was growing up. When we moved back to England, I lost it with all the packing, and I think I cried for a week. It was soon forgotten though when they got me a newer, shiner toys.

Other than that, I think I spent most of my time with books, especially encyclopaedias. There were toys, but nothing that stood out, and certainly nothing overly girly, though there probably was a few dolls in there. I suppose I didn't have a very conventional childhood, but it was more my own choice than anything. It shaped who I was, and who I am today.


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
W/C 204
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Absence

Mar. 14th, 2010 09:29 pm
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Sorry for being absent for the past few days if anyone has wanted me - I've had a blinding migraine/headache for over two days, and it's only just starting to abate now. Normal service will resume when I'm not quite so spaced out on medication...
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What was your character's childhood like? How has it influenced them since?


Tosh’s childhood was actually a happy one, and has had quite an influence on her life since. Having been born in the UK, at the age of two her whole family moved to Japan, where both her parents had jobs, and she was brought up there for the next nine years before returning back to the UK. In the novel Trace Memory, we actually get a little glimpse into Tosh’s life in Japan – she had access to her elderly grandmother, and she was being brought up in a traditional Japanese way. Given that this period would have fallen in her formative years, it was bound to have a huge effect on her.

Given her family situation, she is as close to them as she can be. In Captain Jack Harkness, she is obviously looking forward to her grandfather’s 88th birthday (an auspicious one). Even though she can have no contact with her mother, she obviously can and does have some contact with the rest of her family.

She would see the work ethic that would be all around her, especially from her parents, she has taken that away and used it. She works hard, probably harder than anyone else at the Hub, except perhaps Jack. She won’t let a problem get on top of her, she has to solve it. I suppose, all in all, her family has a huge influence on her life, even though she rarely sees them – her whole ethic seems to have come from her time in Japan.


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 252
aliengeekgirl: (Tosh and Owen picture)
She sat quietly in the pub, preferring to watch the interaction of the others to taking part herself. Owen and Gwen were having some argument about how big the alien they had chased down today was, with Ianto making occasional comments. Jack had joined them for a while, but had vanished now. Tosh sat to the side of them, smiling gently as she watched the interaction.

Could she really do this? Could she walk away from the few friends she had? She sat, sipping her drink.

Owen turned towards her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, why you so quiet?” he asked, in his usual bluff manner.

Tosh looked at him, surprised he’d noticed. He’d seemed so engrossed in talking to Gwen that she hadn’t realised he was looking at her. “Why not?” she said, smiling slightly.

Gwen frowned at her. “Sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tosh said, the smile coming easily to her. After all, she’d been doing it for five years, to fit in. It was her nature, after all.

It wasn’t long before she excused herself, saying she was tired, saying her goodbyes to the others and heading out to the fresh air. She should have told them, she knew, but she couldn’t. Not when they were having such a good time.

“Tosh.” A familiar voice came out of the darkness behind her, and she turned to look at Owen. He hurried over to her, drawing his coat against him in the cold night air.

“Owen,” she said, continuing to walk when he was beside her. “Thought you were going to have a few more.”

“Nah,” he said, doing a bad job of lying for once. “Bit knackered.” Tosh stopped, glancing at him for a moment, before carrying on. “What?”

“You may be many things, Owen, but at times you’re a terrible liar,” she said, smiling ever so slightly.

“Yeah, well,” Owen started, then stopped. “Okay, I was worried about you, I came to check you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” Tosh said, slightly too quickly. “There. Checking done. Go back and enjoy yourself.”

Owen put his hand on her shoulder, forcing her to stop and turn and look at him. “Bull,” he said eventually. “Something’s up.”

Tosh looked around her, figuring out where she was. “Owen. You really don’t want to know.”

“Ever since Tommy, there’s been something wrong,” Owen said quietly.

“There’s an cafe round the corner. Buy me a coffee?” Tosh asked, knowing he wouldn’t give up.

“Lead on.”


She’d missed this, she realised as she sat cradling her drink, Owen sitting opposite her. It had been a long time since they’d simply sat and talked. Owen’s relationships with firstly Gwen, then Diane, and the mistrust sown between them by Mary seemed to fall away in the cafe, their friendship of old showing glimpses of returning.

“Don’t think that I don’t know what’s happening,” Owen said suddenly.

Tosh shook her head, confused. “About what?” she said.

“Well, I could say about Tommy, about knowing exactly what it was like after falling for Diane then her leaving, but honestly? I overheard you talking to Jack.”

Tosh froze for a moment. “I suppose I shouldn’t really be surprised,” she said eventually.

“You know me,” Owen said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Only too well.”

“Why, Tosh?” Owen asked, watching Tosh carefully. “Why now? Is this really what you want to do, because I can’t see you being happy anywhere else, and if you do it, there’s no way back. You’d really walk away from everything and everyone who cares about you? ‘Cause you don’t exactly have many people out there.”

Tosh looked away from Owen for a moment. “Did Jack ever tell you how I came to work at Torchwood?” she asked.

Owen frowned, then shook his head. “No, he didn’t.”

Tosh took a deep breath. “Five years ago, I was in a UNIT prison, having stolen plans for a sonic modulator. I was blackmailed into it, they used my mother, and I paid the price for it. I was in prison, but worse than that, I had to have no contact with her, or anyone at all. Jack said he’d get me out, if I came to work for him for five years, but I still could have no contact with mother.” She paused. “The five years are up. I’m tired of it, I want the chance to speak to her again.”

“And that’s it?” Owen asked. “You’ll just walk away from everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve done...”

“No it’s not like that. It’s...” She trailed off, unsure of what to say now she was faced with it. “You don’t know how hard it’s been. Wouldn’t you do the same?” she asked, but she knew the answer before Owen even spoke.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Owen replied. “God knows it’s been hard, it’s been hard for all of us. But you’re prepared to throw it all away, just like that. This job is a once in a lifetime opportunity! To do what we do on a regular basis...”

“Come on, Owen. This has been building up for a while. It was that damn necklace that started it, and you know it.” Well, the point where she found out about Gwen and Owen, and saw it all happening again. “We’ve seen people burn out before, working for Torchwood. I’d rather go with retcon than have another incident like Suzie.”

“You wouldn’t, Tosh. It’s not you,” Owen said, leaning back in his seat.

“How do you know?” Tosh replied.

“Because I know you, Toshiko Sato. I may act the twat at times, but I can read people well, especially you.” It wasn’t false modesty that had Owen saying that either. Tosh knew that he was the one person who could always read her, no matter what. “You’d give it all away, just to have a chance to see your mother once more? You’re a fighter, Tosh. Quiet one, but a fighter.”

“I’m tired of fighting,” she said.

“No, I don’t think you are. Maybe it feels like that now, but give it a few days, and it won’t. Trust me.”

“How many more people do we have to watch die, like Tommy?” she asked plaintively. “Answer me that?”

“That’s the way it goes. The nature of the job, all that crap that Jack’s probably already said,” Owen replied. “We deal, we move on.”

“No more, Owen. I’ve made up my mind.”


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 1068
Not binding to any Owen muse.
Set in What If? verse.
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"OMG I LOVE YOUR _____": A RP Meme D'Amour : My Thread
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I'm back! Properly this time, no more breaks away (at least till the end of this month).

The SFX Weekender was amazing. Utterly amazing. I'm in AWE of Tom Baker, Lis Sladen was wonderful, James Marsters one of the most patient men I've met, and Gareth David-Lloyd? Brilliant.

*collapses in a heap*

So, I'm now around to start catching up with things, if anyone wants Tosh for anything?
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I'm back, then I'm off again for a couple of days. I'm away Friday and Saturday - attending the SFX Weekender. (Tom Baker! Lis Sladen! Gareth David-Lloyd! James Marsters!)

See you guys on Sunday!


Scratch this, we're both too sick to go =(
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Tosh is now off hiatus, though I don't think I'll be doing much with her tonight. If anyone wants her for anything, I'm up for planning and stuff.

Missed you guys!
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One of the most awesome vids I've seen in a while.

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Over the next fortnight, I'm snowed under with work (I work freelance, I take it when I get it) and I'm packing in preparation to move. Well, I'm having a huge sort out as well, throwing out a ton of stuff. So, I'm going to be scarce. If I'm online, it'll mostly be around this time (10pm) for a couple of hours tops.

I'm going to be dead by the end of it, I swear... Normal service should resume 1st Feb.
aliengeekgirl: (crack team)
List of presents obtained at Christmas.

From her grandfather: A Christmas cake*. (Note to self, need to remind him I’m happy being single).

From Jack: A new computer system. Well, the authorisation to go ahead and spend what I need building it. Should keep me going for a while.

From Gwen: A home made voucher for a girly shopping trip to London. Cardiff is all very well, but you just can’t get the range you can in London.

From Ianto: Coffee. A lot of his favourite coffee to be able to drink at home.

From Owen: A silly soft toy. God knows why. But it's cute.


*The Christmas cake reference is to a Japanese tradition where Christmas cakes are bought on the 24th, then the price drops dramatically on the 25th December to try and shift them. Young girls are sometimes referred to as Christmas cakes; marriageable until their 25th birthday, then requiring heavy discounts to get married thereafter.

Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 105
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It was overwhelming )

Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 787
Jack Harkness not binding to any muse
What If verse
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Pass a Secret Note Meme
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