| Captain's Log [Day 01.1] |
[Jul. 1st, 2010|05:10 pm] |
Huh. Something smells fantastic. However, I'm not smelling a scent of something I really want.
Anyone have a damn cup of coffee? Anyone.
I'll even cheat on a certain coffeeboy and take starbucks. Or, really, anything. So long as it is coffee.
Yes, I'm that desperate. And it's only been 12 hours. Ask Ianto. I'm not good if I go more than 4 hours without a cup of my sludge. |
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| Captain's Log [Day 01] |
[Jun. 21st, 2010|07:09 pm] |
Oh no. No no no.
No.
Did I mention no? A big fat one. Written in thick, red marker. Possibly with glitter for effect, though the glitter is quite optional.
I remember this place. Not this place exactly, but the Name. And the name is enough.
Suppose I'll introduce myself. Cap'n Jack Harkness at your service. [heh. at your service. Literally and figuratively...] |
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| BREAK |
[Jun. 19th, 2010|12:46 am] |
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| Journal | Day Thirty |
[Dec. 7th, 2009|03:46 pm] |
Yes, I'm back in my own mind. No, I don't want to talk about it.
I tested the food. It's fine. You're all safe to eat it. And as an added bonus, everything that's running at the carnival is safe. Took a ride, didn't die. Live to fight another
I'll be in the woods if anyone wants me. It's time to figure out how to get the fuck out of this place. I'm done playing games in this hell-hole.
( Private to Ten )
( Private to Rose )
( Ianto ) |
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| Journal | Day Twenty-Six |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|10:51 am] |
Ahem. Three stripes on my forearm? I'm sorry, but if we take a look at the epaulettes on my coat, we distinctly see that there are four stripes and not three.
Thanks for demoting me a rank, jackasses. Group Captain -- not squadron leader and not wing commander but group captain.
I worked my way up through the ranks and yes, they were very grateful
( Private to Nine, Ten, Rose, Ianto, Sarah Jane )
( Private to Shannon ) |
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| Journal | Day Twenty-Five |
[Oct. 5th, 2009|11:59 pm] |
I don't know why everyone's so upset. Apparently some of us majorly lucked out today. I had a fantastic day. The world of unending slick, hot men and beautiful women. Thank you management, was exactly what the doctor ordered. Well, in a manner of speaking. Note the lack of capitalisation. I don't think the Doctor would enjoy the thought of a tangle of legs and the phrase 'first served, first come'.
Take me back there now, plz.
( Private ) |
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| Journal | Day Twenty-Four |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|09:09 pm] |
No. I am not cleaning up these bugs so don't even fucking ask. |
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| Journal | Day Twenty-Three |
[Sep. 13th, 2009|10:10 pm] |
Okay folks. Let's not get out of hand. since when am I the bloody voice of reason?
While the burning of bodies was popular a few hundred years ago -- things have changed in regards to customs. Funerals for one. We do need to take care of the bodies, but that doesn't mean that something cannot be done to honour the dead.
Furthermore, there's no proof that any of these bodies were those we've loved and lost either. Granted we have no way of proving they were who we think we are. But really... how often has this place screwed with us when it comes to deaths that aren't really deaths?
Something does need to be done. We're all stressed. No jumping to any hasty or irrational decisions.
Thus endeth today's public service announcement. |
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| Journal | Day Twenty-One |
[Sep. 2nd, 2009|09:19 pm] |
... really? Zombies? What is this 'Night of the Living Dead, Part 792'?
( Ianto. )
( Rose. )
( Shannon. ) |
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| Journal | Day Twenty |
[Aug. 27th, 2009|11:42 am] |
So if these ravens stay around, does that mean Vas Captio will forever be safe from invasion? Worked for London.
( Private to Ten ) |
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| Journal | Day Nineteen |
[Aug. 18th, 2009|11:29 am] |
I must say -- this is quite possibly the kindest of the experiments in quite some time.
Though seeing them makes me miss my grandson
And no, I'm not baby-sitting. I look after aliens, not children. |
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| Journal | Day Seventeen |
[Aug. 2nd, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Fuck. You.
Powers that Be, if I ever find you? Your fucking ass is mine.
He They were innocents. He They did nothing.
Your. Asses. Are. Mine.
( Private )
Edited in Later:
( Private to Ten ) |
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| Journal | Day Sixteen |
[Jul. 18th, 2009|10:03 am] |
So last night. Those of you at the museum? I'd apologise for those few screams during the night except I'm not at all sorry.
At all.
Merely making good on a promise.
However, that shouting in the morning? Blame TPTB deciding to fuck with Ianto and I. Not me or a stopwatch.
( Private to Ianto. ) |
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| Journal | Day Fifteen |
[Jul. 15th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
God, I forgot how much I bloody missed coffee.
... and stopwatches for that matter.
( Private to Rose. ) |
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| Journal | Day Fourteen |
[Jul. 4th, 2009|11:25 pm] |
( Private. )
Well, lesson learned.
Apparently 51st century pheromones and whatever the hell just got pumped into the air certainly don't mix well that's for damned sure.
Time to find some place that hasn't been inundated with whatever they're feeding us. Jenny? Where are you? Think I could use a bit of a relaxer right about now. |
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| Journal | Day Twelve |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|12:37 pm] |
... Really?
This is it?
Frankly, Insider, I'm disappointed. |
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| Journal | Day Eleven |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|01:44 pm] |
The way I figure it, a roll call has never been more important after what happened yesterday.
( Checked in Captives )
Also, I think we need a list of everyone who is strong enough to build structures for shelter. God only knows how much longer the gym is going to hold up and I don't think it's the safest place to have so many people grouped. The rubble should provide us something to work with, not to mention to get as much as we can from the carnival too.
Won't be done in a day, but many hands make light the work and will keep us able-bodied folks from getting in the way of our Ddoctors. |
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| Journal | Day Nine |
[Jun. 3rd, 2009|09:27 pm] |
Well, from all I can see, it appears the Weevils are gone. No idea what happened to them. I get no feeling of the Rift around here, so I have no idea where they've gone. Makes absolutely no sense to me. But the compound is made and I'll be around the clock-tower at noon if anyone would like to get a container.
Better safe than sorry.
And, too -- this buddy system. I assume everyone is working on getting a partner or two. I'd be happy to keep track of who's with who. And, please -- if you're in need of a partner, please post here and say so. I'll see what can be done to partner up those who are alone.
Truly -- what a damned fantastic day. |
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| Journal | Eight-Two |
[May. 28th, 2009|08:38 pm] |
I have no idea what damage my clone might have caused, but I'm going to be setting things right. In other news, the compound looks to be a success. I'll be testing it tonight Ianto, don't you dare say a word and it'll be available tomorrow if all goes well. I'll be at the museum for most of the day if people want to stop by for theirs.
Also? That building that's a bit out of the way. Looks like a barn. Is anyone staying there at the present? |
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