Post by Catsmate on Aug 19, 2022 22:59:08 GMT
UNIT requires a little investigation be done. Discreetly. Any who better to absorb any blame that may erupt than the expendables of IT7(IT)?
It's another job for the Misfit Mob.
This is an outline from my Notes dump. It's nominally set in Dublin but can be easily relocated.
The Support Group.
The Introduction.
It was another Monday Morning Meeting for the Misfit Mob, attendance mandatory without a very good excuse.
I was feeling, well happy to be alive and currently in 2022 actually. Rather than a time-looped temporal echo.
The Boss was in the chair and she ploughed through the agenda with her usual efficiency. The feedback from on high for the ‘Ghost Girl’ business, and our handling of it, was positive. No-one was dead, well no-one who mattered anyway, and neither our erstwhile superiors nor the secular authorities1 were asking too many questions about the one person who did die. The latter were too busy with digging, forensics and deflecting blame (Kevin Stevens)2.
I had hopes of some nice quiet, boring, office work for a few weeks. I should have known better…
“Item sixteen”, Captain Sandford continued, “a possible oddity in Dublin”.
My ears pricked up. While Ireland gets it’s share of oddities, more than it’s share really given its position with regard to the Atlantic, their own UNIT detachment normally handle things themselves. While it’s not the nineteen seventies any more, relations can be a little touchy, despite the country’s highly pro-UN stance.
I wasn’t the only one to be curious. Sarah’s brow furrowed and she piped up, a rookie mistake. “Err, have they requested assistance from us?”
Captain Sandford replied, “No, they have not. This was flagged by a UNIT-NA staffer on holiday and passed to us because she’s on attachment here in the UK”.
Bugger. While UNIT has global jurisdiction, something even the Americans now generally respect, the niceties of international relations need to be respected. Especially if the locals are in the mood to be touchy.
Then there’s GUBU3, or whatever they’re called these days. There are rumours that they still have a ‘shoot-on-sight’ policy against Torchwood operatives. Not surprising given some of the crap Torchwood pulled in the old days.
Indeed, the Reward for a Mitzvah is the opportunity for another Mitzvah.
The Outline.
Every Thursday evening in St. James’ Hospital in Dublin a group of people gathers in a quiet, secluded, meeting room, survivors of Neuroblastoma4, sponsored by a physician in the cancer treatment centre there. They meet to discuss the condition, its impact on them and their families, the healing process.
To the casual onlooker, “SoN” just looks like any typical, if perhaps overly private, cancer support group.
They are only partially right.
Except they’re not survivors of Neuroblastoma: what the group actually discuss amongst each other every week is far more horrifying than brain tumours; strange aliens, hideous happenings, and insidious people with weird powers are my typical topics.
And how to stop them.
The group are survivors of contact with aliens ans worse.
Now they're starting to disappear.
Comments? Ideas? Suggestions?
1. A somewhat patronising nickname for the general emergency services ignorant of UNIT and what really does on.
2. Refer to my scenario ideas 'The Ghost Girl' for more details.
3. The Garda Unit for the Bizarre and Unusual; though that name ceased to be used forty years ago it's still referred to as such. Currently the Regional Research Section buried in the Department of Justice.
The Irish government's agency for dealing with the weird stuff. Mostly subsumed into UNIT.
4. A rather nasty form of cancer that involves immature nerve cells turning cancerous.
It's another job for the Misfit Mob.
This is an outline from my Notes dump. It's nominally set in Dublin but can be easily relocated.
The Support Group.
The Introduction.
It was another Monday Morning Meeting for the Misfit Mob, attendance mandatory without a very good excuse.
I was feeling, well happy to be alive and currently in 2022 actually. Rather than a time-looped temporal echo.
The Boss was in the chair and she ploughed through the agenda with her usual efficiency. The feedback from on high for the ‘Ghost Girl’ business, and our handling of it, was positive. No-one was dead, well no-one who mattered anyway, and neither our erstwhile superiors nor the secular authorities1 were asking too many questions about the one person who did die. The latter were too busy with digging, forensics and deflecting blame (Kevin Stevens)2.
I had hopes of some nice quiet, boring, office work for a few weeks. I should have known better…
“Item sixteen”, Captain Sandford continued, “a possible oddity in Dublin”.
My ears pricked up. While Ireland gets it’s share of oddities, more than it’s share really given its position with regard to the Atlantic, their own UNIT detachment normally handle things themselves. While it’s not the nineteen seventies any more, relations can be a little touchy, despite the country’s highly pro-UN stance.
I wasn’t the only one to be curious. Sarah’s brow furrowed and she piped up, a rookie mistake. “Err, have they requested assistance from us?”
Captain Sandford replied, “No, they have not. This was flagged by a UNIT-NA staffer on holiday and passed to us because she’s on attachment here in the UK”.
Bugger. While UNIT has global jurisdiction, something even the Americans now generally respect, the niceties of international relations need to be respected. Especially if the locals are in the mood to be touchy.
Then there’s GUBU3, or whatever they’re called these days. There are rumours that they still have a ‘shoot-on-sight’ policy against Torchwood operatives. Not surprising given some of the crap Torchwood pulled in the old days.
Indeed, the Reward for a Mitzvah is the opportunity for another Mitzvah.
The Outline.
Every Thursday evening in St. James’ Hospital in Dublin a group of people gathers in a quiet, secluded, meeting room, survivors of Neuroblastoma4, sponsored by a physician in the cancer treatment centre there. They meet to discuss the condition, its impact on them and their families, the healing process.
To the casual onlooker, “SoN” just looks like any typical, if perhaps overly private, cancer support group.
They are only partially right.
Except they’re not survivors of Neuroblastoma: what the group actually discuss amongst each other every week is far more horrifying than brain tumours; strange aliens, hideous happenings, and insidious people with weird powers are my typical topics.
And how to stop them.
The group are survivors of contact with aliens ans worse.
Now they're starting to disappear.
Comments? Ideas? Suggestions?
1. A somewhat patronising nickname for the general emergency services ignorant of UNIT and what really does on.
2. Refer to my scenario ideas 'The Ghost Girl' for more details.
3. The Garda Unit for the Bizarre and Unusual; though that name ceased to be used forty years ago it's still referred to as such. Currently the Regional Research Section buried in the Department of Justice.
The Irish government's agency for dealing with the weird stuff. Mostly subsumed into UNIT.
4. A rather nasty form of cancer that involves immature nerve cells turning cancerous.
