[BTR]

[eelseason]

[Locked to Torchwood Chicago]

Our little family is growing bigger and bigger.

For some reason totally foreign to the application of logic, I've acquired a second guardian angel. Her name is Phoebe Donovan.

As there would be no effective way to accommodate the guardian-ward bond without having her in Torchwood, she'll be joining us. I'll be seeing to her training myself over the coming days.

If any of you say anything I will feed you your own spleen.

[Locked to Martha]

I've just acquired an 18-year-old guardian angel.

Tell me this will be hilarious in hindsight.

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1/2

[narrated]

...you too?

2/2

[narrated]

Mine isn't 18.

I feel like I can be exceedingly grateful for that.

[eelseason]

18, exuberant, and apparently buying me alcohol. You too?

I have what I feel are legitimate questions about this month.

[narrated]

Yes. Over eighty years old, sexy there are muscles like you wouldn't beli he's a good person. I just don't want

I've had one before. A long time ago. So did you, not so long ago at all. I mean, honestly, you can't die. I heal rather well. It's

I join you in having legitimate questions. Now if there were someone who could provide answers, that would be fantastic.

[eelseason]

I'm sure if anyone actually decided on these things, they could tell that there are people in the city who need guardians a lot more than we do. Think one of the things I should do is instruct Torchwood to start looking for a complaints department for the world at large?

I'm putting mine through every bit of contingency training we're set up for, here. I have the feeling she's going to need it if she's following me around.

I feel like Sam must have felt. There are some things you shouldn't have to ask of people that young.

[narrated]

Yes. In fact, I think you should make that a top priority. Then we'd only have to hope that the world actually listens to our complaints.

She will.

Yeah.

It's not fair to anyone, but it feels right to them. I don't want anyone sticking their neck out for me. I know you feel the same.

Bloody hell. I need a drink. Again.

[eelseason]

Asking the world to listen might be asking too much.



...did I mention my guardian angel is plying me with alcohol? I'm just saying.

[narrated]

Yes, I know. It's nice to dream.



...are you saying that you'd be willing to share that alcohol?

[eelseason]

Well, you can't expect me to drink it all alone.

[narrated]

Sure, I could. These past two weeks call for an excessive amount of alcohol.

Expect to see me shortly.

[eelseason]

{{OOC: Postdated to some point after the alcohol. Don't worry, he's not actually drunk! I'm pretty sure.}}

Oh, shit.

There was a rift disturbance, wasn't there? People are shapeshifters who weren't shapeshifters before.

Given the universe thought I needed extra protection all of a sudden I should probably check to be sure I can't die.

[narrated]

.... and how do you propose checking to be sure of that?

[eelseason]

{{OOC: Insert one disconcertingly long pause....}}