Somebody must have had this idea already
Jun. 17th, 2007 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cdybedahlWhile working out down at the gym earlier, this scene just flashed into my mind. You may take this as proof of how exercise rots your brain.
Having no life, Toshiko Sato is alone in the Hub when the warbling starts. It's near midnight, and nothing much is going on. There's no mission, no threat, no catastrophe waiting to happen. Toshiko is surfing for porn, for the screens and the net connection and the chairs are all better here than back at her place.
And then there's the sound.
It's like the warbling of a siren, except it's got a beat you can dance to. It's like the wailing of a demented saxophone player. It cuts through anything, even the headphones Tosh are wearing. She takes them off and looks up.
A box is appearing in the room. A large one, the old kind of phone box that was specially for the police. Except those used to be blue, and this one is coloured like a rainbow. It's got gilt corners, and the word "TELEPHONE" at the top is written in glitter. It's kind of translucent at first, but as the sound gets stronger and the beat harder to ignore the box gets more solid. Pretty soon it's just there, as if it's always been there.
Toshiko just stares at the rainbow police box. This is just too weird, even for Torchwood. Plus, it's interrupting her porn-watching.
The box's door opens, and someone steps out. Someone who makes Tosh re-evaluate her position on the porn. Maybe she's just watched too much of it and gone mad.
Out of the box comes a woman, a blonde young woman. She's wearing a white leather skirt that goes a handspan down her thighs and is slit at the sides up to her hips. There's a diamond in her navel, which can be easily seen since everything between her leather push-up bra and her hips is naked. She's got sandals with six-inch lucite heels, she's got diamond and silver earrings and arm rings and ankle rings, and across the bra she's got pink stones spelling out "Rose".
As she wriggles up the aisle towards Tosh, undulating to the beat from the police box, another one comes out after her. This one's black, and taller. She's dressed in a shiny black tight leather catsuit that leaves her breasts and crotch bare. On her legs chrome studs form arrows pointing upwards, one with the word "LICK" and the other with the word "HERE" in it. Her boots, also black leather and chrome, have heels at least as tall as Rose's and they reach above her knees. Along one leather-clad arm it says "MARTHA". In her hand is a riding crop.
Toshiko is stunned. She just sits there, staring, until Rose sits down on the armrest of her chair and runs a hand through her hair. Martha remains standing a few steps away, dragging the tip of her crop along the inside of Toshiko's leg.
And then someone else steps out of the box, framed in backlight and smoke flowing knee high along the floor. At first, Tosh only sees a brown coat, a hat set at a rakish angle, smart shoes and trousers with creases so sharp you could use them so slice ham.
Then the person comes closer, into the light, and Tosh sees that it's not a man at all. There's a curve to the hips and bulges under the waistcoat and a smoothness to the neck and a fineness to the face that all spells woman, in spite of the hat and the suit and the shoes and the painted-on pencil-thin mustache.
Rose bends down and licks Toshiko's ear, sending shivers exploding out all the way down to the toes.
"This," Rose says, "is Doctor Ho."
"Last," Martha adds, "of the Pimplords."
Having no life, Toshiko Sato is alone in the Hub when the warbling starts. It's near midnight, and nothing much is going on. There's no mission, no threat, no catastrophe waiting to happen. Toshiko is surfing for porn, for the screens and the net connection and the chairs are all better here than back at her place.
And then there's the sound.
It's like the warbling of a siren, except it's got a beat you can dance to. It's like the wailing of a demented saxophone player. It cuts through anything, even the headphones Tosh are wearing. She takes them off and looks up.
A box is appearing in the room. A large one, the old kind of phone box that was specially for the police. Except those used to be blue, and this one is coloured like a rainbow. It's got gilt corners, and the word "TELEPHONE" at the top is written in glitter. It's kind of translucent at first, but as the sound gets stronger and the beat harder to ignore the box gets more solid. Pretty soon it's just there, as if it's always been there.
Toshiko just stares at the rainbow police box. This is just too weird, even for Torchwood. Plus, it's interrupting her porn-watching.
The box's door opens, and someone steps out. Someone who makes Tosh re-evaluate her position on the porn. Maybe she's just watched too much of it and gone mad.
Out of the box comes a woman, a blonde young woman. She's wearing a white leather skirt that goes a handspan down her thighs and is slit at the sides up to her hips. There's a diamond in her navel, which can be easily seen since everything between her leather push-up bra and her hips is naked. She's got sandals with six-inch lucite heels, she's got diamond and silver earrings and arm rings and ankle rings, and across the bra she's got pink stones spelling out "Rose".
As she wriggles up the aisle towards Tosh, undulating to the beat from the police box, another one comes out after her. This one's black, and taller. She's dressed in a shiny black tight leather catsuit that leaves her breasts and crotch bare. On her legs chrome studs form arrows pointing upwards, one with the word "LICK" and the other with the word "HERE" in it. Her boots, also black leather and chrome, have heels at least as tall as Rose's and they reach above her knees. Along one leather-clad arm it says "MARTHA". In her hand is a riding crop.
Toshiko is stunned. She just sits there, staring, until Rose sits down on the armrest of her chair and runs a hand through her hair. Martha remains standing a few steps away, dragging the tip of her crop along the inside of Toshiko's leg.
And then someone else steps out of the box, framed in backlight and smoke flowing knee high along the floor. At first, Tosh only sees a brown coat, a hat set at a rakish angle, smart shoes and trousers with creases so sharp you could use them so slice ham.
Then the person comes closer, into the light, and Tosh sees that it's not a man at all. There's a curve to the hips and bulges under the waistcoat and a smoothness to the neck and a fineness to the face that all spells woman, in spite of the hat and the suit and the shoes and the painted-on pencil-thin mustache.
Rose bends down and licks Toshiko's ear, sending shivers exploding out all the way down to the toes.
"This," Rose says, "is Doctor Ho."
"Last," Martha adds, "of the Pimplords."
