For [livejournal.com profile] just_muse_me Ten noises you love.

Dec. 1st, 2009 06:47 pm
quitehomoerotic: (General : Looking out of SUV window)
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Okay, really? Ten noises I love? Isn't there a better question than that? Right, fine, I'll bite. Lets see.

1) The cog door in the Torchwood Hub as it rolls back. There's this little alarm and that sound and then the gears grind as it retracts. That thing has been there as long as the Hub has. It's almost as old as I am. But it still keeps going, through all the changes in the place, all the changes in the city, it still keeps rolling back and forth. It's a constant, just like I am. There's something nice about that, and just hearing it just makes me feel at home.

2) We've got this coffee machine in the Hub. I tell you what, all sorts of technology, alien artefacts and weaponry? Those I can operate with my eyes closed. But this thing? This thing I just can't get to grips with. I have no idea what Ianto does to it but damn does he make it work some magic. And that sound, the sound it makes when it's brewing coffee, I love that sound. And the coffee I get after it of course. (And the delivery boy isn't too bad either).

3) And while we're on the theme of the Hub, there's the sound of Myfanwy --that's our pterodactyl-- as she screeches around up near the roof. I mean, yeah, pretty ridiculous that we've got a pterodactyl, right? But she's part of the place now. Bit awkward at times, but Ianto usually knows how to sort her out. He's got a way with her.

4) So I guess, moving on from the Hub, but still Torchwood, there's my car. The Torchwood SUV. Oh I love that thing. Big beast of a car, half of the specifications were mine and sure, half of them will never be used --hasn't been much call for rocket boosters in central Cardiff-- but it's nice to know they're there. And there's the engines and that roar when you start them up. That noise is brilliant.

5) Oh and speaking of engines that's something else I love. The sound of a very specific engine. Now I'm not talking any car or bike or anything as boring as that. I'm talking about the sound of a little blue box. The TARDIS, the Doctor's TARDIS. There's nothing else in the universe like it, and trust me, I'd know that sound anywhere, I listened out for it for long enough.

6) And okay, I must just really like engines, because that's another one I like (either that or I'm just really unoriginal, but I think we all know that's not true. It's just the stupid question). But anyway, where was I? Oh that's it the merlin engine. It's what they put in the planes in the war, the Rolls Royce Merlin. The sound that thing produces is unique, and when you hear a Hurricane, a Lancaster or a Spitfire --that's what I flew-- up above, when you hear that distinct little hum, it makes you proud.

7) And that's something else from the war; Glen Miller. Not just then though, now, usually when I'm alone in the Hub, at the end of a long day, there's nothing more I enjoy than putting on an old record. You know the way they crackle as the needle hits a crack in the disk? I love that, all those little imperfections. And I love the sound of the music as it echoes around. Music can throw you back somewhere like that, click of a fingers and your back, right in the middle of a memory. I'll never tire of that.

8) Music! Okay, yeah that's another one. A concert, 3rd July 1973 Hammersmith Odeon in London. David Bowie's last ever appearance as Ziggy Stardust. Okay maybe it's not a noise as such, but nobody said I couldn't stretch the rules, right? And really I live to stretch the rules. But it was a good night. I was there in the crowd. Went down to London for a while for some work but guess I got sidetracked. It was a night to remember, for more than one reason.

9) So you know when you're somewhere in the middle of a crowd? Like at a concert or a pub or just in the middle of a park full of people. If you're quiet, and if you listen, you can hear all those different conversations going on. Together it just sounds like a din. That noise is fantastic. That noise is people living their lives. If you concentrate you can make out words; people laughing and people arguing, little snippets of conversations. Little snapshots of people's lives. I love that.

10) Right, so, last one, and I guess this sounds kinda cliché, but whatever, deal with it. The sound of waves crashing against the shore. See, cliché, I told you. But where I used to live --and I mean when I was a kid now-- there were these beaches, and we'd have storms. And these storms, when they went away, me and my friends would go sit on the beach, just up the hill, and watch the waves hit the sand. Whenever I hear that now, it reminds me of that, of being a little kid playing in the sand.

So there you go, ten things, and if you don't mind, I'm going to go do some proper work now.


Word count: 910

ooc

Date: 2009-12-01 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] best-served-hot.livejournal.com
Aww, this was nice. And I see how you managed to fit the plane engine in there! This was executed brilliantly without going overboard or losing the original 'noise' that started each little piece.

Re: ooc

Date: 2009-12-01 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. It's silly and a bit superfluous, but I wanted to write something sort of light-hearted.

Date: 2009-12-01 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliengeekgirl.livejournal.com
Believe me, I can think of a noise or two we don't want to hear, but have done lately. More than once.

Never had you down as a squealer, Jack.

And I for one am grateful we've never used those engines.

Date: 2009-12-01 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Wait, what? I'm a squealer?! Excuse me?

Oh I might take them out for a spin one of these days.

Date: 2009-12-01 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliengeekgirl.livejournal.com
Telling it how it is.

Just... let me not be around when you do, ok? Though I suspect you'll have to fight Ianto and Owen off for driving privileges.


OOC: Sorry, could NOT resist

Date: 2009-12-01 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Tosh, believe me, I do a lot of things, but squealing ain't one of them.

It's my car, if I want to drive it, I'll drive it.

Date: 2009-12-01 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliengeekgirl.livejournal.com
Right. Of course. Silly me.

And I still think you'll have trouble fighting Owen off. He fights dirty.

Date: 2009-12-01 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Uh huh.

Oh trust me, I can take Owen any day.

Date: 2009-12-01 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com
And, to my incredible surprise, not one of those involves dancing.

(Except maybe the TARDIS.)

Date: 2009-12-01 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
I can think of other things, you know.

Mind you, dancing can produce some truly spectacular noises.

(Well you should know.)

Date: 2009-12-02 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
You are not the only one who seems to listen for me.

Date: 2009-12-02 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Well that's because you're a very welcome sound.

Date: 2009-12-02 05:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Of course you are. And not just for the guy with the big grin that flies around inside you.

Date: 2009-12-02 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
He is the only one that matters, though.

Date: 2009-12-02 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Well you would think that, wouldn't you.

Date: 2009-12-02 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Well, I'd say he's pretty damn important, but there are quite a few other people that matter too. Not that I expect you to agree with me on that one.

Date: 2009-12-02 05:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
Perhaps. But even if they are important, they eventually leave. Everyone leaves. He does not. Why should I care for those who are impermanent?

Date: 2009-12-02 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Oh I don't know, how about because he cares about them?

Date: 2009-12-02 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
He cares for a great many things I have no interest in.

Date: 2009-12-02 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
You can be really quite grumpy, you know that? Well whatever you say, it's not going to stop me liking you.

Date: 2009-12-02 06:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Yeah, grumpy you heard me. And ungrateful! I gave you extrapolator shielding, remember.

Date: 2009-12-02 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
I did not need your help. [grump grump grump]

Date: 2009-12-02 06:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Yeah well you got it anyway. And you're welcome.

Date: 2009-12-02 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
[this expression? says stop being so difficult, Jack :|]

Date: 2009-12-02 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
What? What have I done now?!

Date: 2009-12-02 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
You are being yourself. That is all.

Date: 2009-12-02 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Well like you'd have me any other way. [Big old stupid grin.]

Date: 2009-12-02 07:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
[not being a Fact would help ; ;] Perhaps.

Date: 2009-12-02 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
[Well that's hardly his fault! :|]

You really know how to hurt a guy's feelings, you know.

Date: 2009-12-02 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
[like that matters to her :|]

No, I did not.

Date: 2009-12-02 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
What, so you think running to the end of the universe to get away from me is going to fill me with warm fuzzies, do you?

Date: 2009-12-02 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
It is not my purpose to make you happy.

Date: 2009-12-02 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Oh don't worry, I've never been under any illusion about that.

But come on! We had some good times didn't we?!

Date: 2009-12-02 08:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
[you are one persistent bugger, Jack


but she's not much of a liar, either, so she just sort of nods. glumly]

Date: 2009-12-02 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
[And here, have a somewhat triumphant grin.]

Well exactly.

I'm great to have around.

Date: 2009-12-02 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigadiertardis.livejournal.com
You are something to have around, I will give you that.

Date: 2009-12-02 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
From you TARDIS? I'll take that as a compliment.

Date: 2009-12-04 06:39 pm (UTC)

ooc

Date: 2009-12-06 04:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tempest-in-time.livejournal.com
I love this, and pretty much everything you write.

Your Jack should meet my Tempest, I think he'd like her. lol

Re: ooc

Date: 2009-12-07 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com
Thanks, glad you like it. :)

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