No, TW not good for smalls. It's The X-Files meets This Life - will be full of sex and drugs and rock and roll. Okay, maybe not too much roll.
Actually I'm rather wondering how that crossover is going to work:
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INT: Dimly-lit, messy living-space, evening.
ANNA is snorting coke off the kitchen worktop while MILES reads the paper.
JACK strolls in, chucks his laser-rifle on to the table and puts his feet up with an exasperated sigh.
ANNA: Hard day?
JACK: Hey, every day's a hard day, baby. Gimme a beer.
ANNA chucks Jack a can, which he noisily cracks open.
MILES: Do you think you could find time to do your washing-up? I mean, it's not too fucking much to ask, it it? I thought you gays were meant to be tidy.
ANNA: He's bisexual.
MILES: Yeah, yeah, whatever. More like tri-sexual. As in, he'll try anything.
JACK (grins, swings his legs down): Hey, I kinda like that. Can I use that? Oh, by the way - duck.
MILES: What the fuck are you on about?
JACK: That alien assassin I was telling you about? I think he followed me back. He's standing in the doorway. (points.)
MILES: Fuck!! (leaps under the table.)
(ANNA fells hideous alien with rabbit-punch and slams him against the wall before skewering him with kitchen-knife. JACK grabs laser-rifle and pumps several bolts into the assassin's body.)
ANNA: (Shakes head.) Fuck's sake. Got to ask the landlord to get that lock fixed. (Lights a cigarette.) Well, I'll be in my room if anyone needs me.
JACK: Hey, a guy could get used to that kind of invitation.
ANNA: Down, boy.
MILES: Oh, please. (Flounces off.)
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Yes, okay... I can sort of see it working...