[BTR]

[eelseason]

{{OOC: The following entry is scrawled in a rough and hurried hand, drops of blood flecking the paper:}}

[Locked: Hotel basement residents]

It's true. Calisto is dead. I checked her body myself, saw it with my own eyes. The terror is over.

I can promise more information forthcoming. Everyone will be informed. But for now, we have friends and family to look after. Those of you who are reading this, please offer what support you can. Do what you can. If you don't know what to do, see me, Gwen Cooper or Sam Tyler. We appreciate all the help you can offer.

We're at the end of a dark time, and there's light on the horizon. Keep up hope.

~Jack

Comments

[wontblink.livejournal.com]

I can't touch anything. Incorporeal.

How can I help? Anything I can do. Anything.

[belle-heaven.livejournal.com]

Tell me what to do Jack...You know me better then most, and if I don't help soon, I'm going to go insane. What do you need me to do?

[Locked to Jack]

[torchwoodsheart.livejournal.com]

I know you don't need much rest normally, but any time you need a break, I'm here. Let me help. We can get by without you for a couple hours, at least.

[thecellsiam.livejournal.com]

You don't know me, I don't know you, and I'm new, but you're showing up on my friends-list and Shit's Going Down, so I wanted to offer a hand. And you seem to be the one running this gig and/or requesting Offered Hands.

I'm gimpy at the moment, and not too good with people, but I know machinery pretty well. If there's anything that needs fixing, let me know.

Yeah, and I'd be Aubrey, by the way.