...Oh, hey.

I still have one of these. What can I talk about? Work's pretty much the same as ever. Tosh is a bit down, so am trying to cheer her up, but I don't think she fully appreciates my serenading her from the balcony, as she told me I was 'upsetting the computers.'

Sometimes I worry a little bit about Tosh.

Okay, a lot.

I'm keeping an eye out.



Whoops, alarm. I'll check back here after I see if anything's up.

Gotta run soon, but I have ten minutes to fill, so why not?

( Ianto's meme )

[Filtered to Friends, Filtered from Ianto]

This is mostly a heads-up for anyone worried about Ianto - he's okay. Not fine, obviously. He's spending a lot of time in the Hub, working. He hasn't talked to me about the breakup, just said that he'd rather get on with things. But I figured you guys should know he's not doing too badly, especially since I haven't seen him online since.

[Private Entry]

This is disturbingly familiar. It's like it was when he was hiding Lisa, only worse, because I know, I just can't do anything. I swear I used to find dealing with people easier.

I'm bored.

( What kind of sundae am I? )

( World's shortest personality test )

( What kind of kisser am I? )

( How evil am I? )

( How old do I act? )


...Yup. That bored.

[Filtered to Friends]

We're back. We're alive.

I...

No, I don't know.

What do you want to know? Saxon's dead. Martha and the Doctor are okay. I'm coming back to Cardiff, and I think Martha's coming too, or will follow me later after she talks to the Doctor.

[Filtered to Torchwood]I might take her on as staff, for a bit. It'll get her around the formalities, and she's qualified.

This a general call out to Owen, Tosh and Gwen, too - come back, if you can even see this? You were sent to the Himalayas to get you out of the way, by Saxon. The Master. I'll fill you in on some of that in person. I'll try and get the phones to connect again. Taking the subliminal signal out of the Archangel network has... complicated things. No matter, if you don't see this. I'll catch up with you somehow.

[Private Entry]

God, the base is so quiet. If it weren't for Myfanwy being here, I'd go sleep in a hotel or something. I hate it.

[Filtered to Friends]

Oh hell.

Guys, I am so sorry I disappeared. Um, not that I'm likely to be back any time soon. I'm with Martha, I'm fine. We're all fine, for a given value of 'fine.' Hopefully this should all be sorted out soon and I can get back to Torchwood.

Whew.

[Private Entry]


...Ohksa. m,.ifwell like shint.

Craop.

Gettinh the life back intop your finwgerrs is the worst thing in the sworld. kay, that's a bit bettwr. Urgh, I hate this. Gotta write an TIC poist. Heh. My tyoping makes me look drubnk/. At least I can pull off having been ill.

Maybe,.

Right.

Dear god, living is nice. If painfully tingly right now.

[Filtered to Friends]

Today is not a good day.

If you're on Earth and watching the news, you probably already know. Stay inside, if you can, guys. That's all the advice I can give just now.

[Private Entry]

Fuck.

The first thing he learned, the first thing... God. I will keep calm. I will not shoot anybody. I have to figure something out. Anything that'll at least... patch this, give us more time.

Where the hell are you, Doctor?

Jack's party links be here! Most are ongoing, because I fail, and also have been crazy this week. If you're ready to fade on any of them, poke me here, and I'll mark them done. Conversely, if I'm too slow picking something up that needs to get done, kickings can also be deposited here. :D

( La la la )

[Filtered to Torchwood]

You know, one of these days, I'll learn that giving you guys the night off is just a roundabout way of tempting fate.

You know what's coming: Sorry, I need you back in. I enlisted Gwen on a standard Weevil-retrieval because it went a bit wrong, then even more wrong when before we could catch up, some guys in masks zapped it and bundled it into a van. We've got poachers on our territory, and I am not happy.

Meet you all back at base.

It's hours later than when he had gone out to find John when Jack returns to the hub, and he is alone. He walks in slowly, feeling almost sick, although he had waited until the dizziness had subsided before driving back. The bright light makes him wince as he looks about for Ianto.

He has to shove back on the guilt he'd felt at leaving John there. But he couldn't move him alone, or call the police. Too much attention to someone whose official existence was too new. Suspicious. Doesn't feel any more right.

"Ianto?"

[OOC: Plot-locked to Ianto, thankee.]

[Private Entry]

Well, this is painful.

But it's not like I can say 'Hey, John, it's okay, I'm from the future and I'm stuck here too.' Is it? It's too dangerous, for me, for him, for all of Torchwood, but keeping silent doesn't give him the answers either. I don't know what to say. The girls have their lives ahead of them. He's right. He's had his, and I can't just shove him in a retirement home when he gets too old to look after himself.

I hate my job sometimes. I really hate it.

There.

God, I feel like a teenage girl. 'Dear Diary, today I met some people from the past! They made me sad. :(' Okay, time to stop whining to the ether.

Captain Jack Harkness, teenie immortal, signing off.

Oh, hell, I've been neglecting this thing again, haven't I?

Here we go, have one of these meme things while I go stalk all your journals and see what's been going on.

1) Ask me anything. Anonymously (I worked out how to switch that IP thingy off, even), or even privately, and I'll answer honestly.

2) Tell me something you want me to take a picture of (bearing in mind you don't want me fired or posting classified things, people) - it can be anything at all, and I'll do my best to get a photo of it for you.

Jack is in his office, doing paperwork.

Or...

Well, he's doing something with paperwork for most of the day, at any rate. It had been mind numbingly dull copies of several forms to be filed to several dozen different departments, in triplicate, from various nitpickingly different points of view none of which quite tally with their evidence, and somewhere in there, Jack is sure his soul has died. It's not quite four in the afternoon, and his progress has slid to a grinding halt.

A paper aeroplane nosedives morosely onto the floor in front of the door as it opens.

We're alive.

We survived, although a former coworker did not, as you've probably already heard from the others. I kind of want to retire and go hide on a desert island somewhere, but if I did that it might be a bit far for Ianto to come see me and give me coffee in pity for my old age.

Ah, well.

[Filtered to Torchwood]

If you can make a half-assed case for needing a day or two off work and nothing vital comes up, you can have it. All I ask is that you're contactable, knowing the nature of our wonderful job.

In spite of the nearly tragic consequences, you did good work in the face of considerable provocation to do otherwise. Any mistakes were made for the right reasons, and I doubt they'll be made again, hmm?

Have a good one.

[Private Entry]

Sometimes I wish I'd never taken over this job.

Sure, it's the best I could find, but this is deeply, deeply wrong.

What's even more wrong is how much I want to keep her here, just to have someone with some idea what it's like. God, Susie. How did you get so messed up? The Glove, maybe, and that's a very convenient way to place the blame, but I know better. Things can't change everything of a person. Not the basics.

If she stays here, I'll have to talk to her. Properly, and I can't quite remember the last time I was this scared of doing something. Killing her would be easier.

[Filtered to Team Torchwood]

Oh, great.

People, if you're not there already, and I don't contact you by other means first: I need you all at the base ASAP, emergency field trip. Look official - you in particular, Gwen. Local police called us in.

Ianto, don't hate me, but I'll need to leave you behind again, and probably you as well, Tosh. We'll keep you updated, and be back before you know it.

At least I really hope so.

Sorry to disturb your mornings. There'll be coffee waiting if you all swear not to spill it in the car.

Hey, Gwen has a journal.

Hi Gwen!

I'll brief you about work privacy stuff in person, but I pretty much trust you with being discreet. Pull up a pot of jam chair!

Ianto's better at this than me. Seriously, he wrote me in-depth guides, to make sure I didn't break the internet again.

Did I say again? I meant ever.

Do you want pizza or curry for dinner? I already have two nay votes against Chinese for today.

( How weird am I? )

( What colour rose am I, and should I feel emasculated? )

( Which X-man am I? )


Why yes, Ianto, I have been hunting through your journal for quiz sites. >:D