[BTR]

Jan. 23rd, 2010 09:51 pm
eelseason: (This is the job that eats you alive…)
{{Backdated to shortly after J's TARDIS escapades. I'm... not really expecting player characters to respond? It's here for plot purposes.}}


[Locked to those with medical knowledge pertaining to guardian angels and their wards]
[Blind lock: display iff Time Agent 462O1 is alive]
[Blind lock: display iff no person other than {Time Agent 462O1 or those indicated in the first lock} has access to a journal in which this entry displays]
[Blind lock: locked against those attempting to copy this entry and against those whose journals are in the hands of those attempting to copy this entry]
[Blind lock: locked against those who know Time Agent 462O1/J, those who know of him, and those who would count members of the previous two groups as resources in answering medical questions]

I hope someone out there can help me.

One of my friends is a guardian angel. Her ward is


He's probably not going to live another month.



I know there are no guarantees anyone can make, but is there anything to increase the chances that she'll be okay after it? Money's no object. Well, it is, but I'll listen to anything.


Please

Thank you.

[BTR]

Jan. 7th, 2010 09:31 am
eelseason: (Files.)
{{This entry is written and composed entirely in Ransham, and backdated to Jan. 2.}}


[Locked to the TARDIS]
[Display iff Time Agent 462O1 is alive]
[Display iff no person other than {Time Agent 462O1 or the TARDIS} has access to a journal in which this entry displays]

I don't know the protocol for this, if there is any, so I'll go directly to the point: I want to query you regarding the existence of an anomalous Fact in this temporal neighborhood. And because this discussion and any proceeding action could prove potentially hazardous to the Doctor and his allies iff they were to become aware of it, I would ask that they not be allowed access to the interchange.

Is this acceptable?





{{The following entry is in plain English, and dated normally.}}


[Locked to Gwen]
[Edited lock: also locked to Mac {{after Gwen's reply}}]

I'm sure Suzie reported to you that I was working at a junk shop, some time before the trial. I left there under short notice, and I gave the owner the impression that I just disappeared, I think. I'd like to go back and apologize for that. But there are a few other reasons I'm asking.

A lot of non-native artifacts and technology found their way into her shop - she has a good eye for that sort of thing, and she has people bringing her stuff from all over the city. Most of it wasn't dangerous, but some of it was, and a lot of it was useful for one thing or another although she couldn't identify it. She's not a supernatural human, she's got no access to the journal networks, I'm not sure she's more than peripherally aware of wanderers and the Rift. There's not a lot of revenue to be made at a junk shop in the best of times, and I don't think she'd mind if she had someone to route a lot of her more inexplicable stock to a reliable buyer. And I'm sure there are people here who have been missing some of those resources.

Also, I

I used to help her in the garage when I wasn't trolling the city for Rift deposits. Breaking down engines, cobbling together things from bits of other broken versions. It's not

If I could


I don't have anything to do with my hands.

[BTR]

Sep. 17th, 2008 09:09 am
eelseason: (Files.)

[Locked against {TimeAgent:462O1}] [Locked to Torchwood, in the event of...]
Is it fair to say that I have no idea what to put in this lock? "Locked to any existing Torchwood force in the event that I go irreparably feral" seems cumbersome. Not to mention the fact that this won't actually work unless these journals function as a permanent re-evaluative memory storage device, but so far it seems to, as it adapts backdates to new political alignments... and that's beside the point.

With any luck, I'll go see Elashte tonight and somewhere from his centuries of experience dealing with the mentally ill, he'll figure out some way to put a cap on this. If you're reading this entry, that probably didn't hold. Gwen, you expressed concern that you wouldn't be able to tell when I was too far gone to leave any option but my containment or death. If you're seeing this post, it's come to that point, and I'm sorry, and this is to help if I can.

Here's what I know. [[OOC: TL;DR. srsly.]] )

Endnotes. )

–Jack
–22.08.08





[Locked against {TimeAgent:462O1}] [Locked to the Doctor, in the event of...]
Doctor,

Earlier today, as I write this, you promised me you'd stop me if I'd gone too far and there was no pulling me back. If you're reading this entry, that's occurred. I don't know how, and I don't particularly want to, but there is something I have to say:

I'm sorry.

Whatever that means, where and when you are, I am so, so sorry.

I want you to know that however it's fallen apart, for the time it lasted, you made me a better person. I know I could never rise to your requirement, but I rose further than I ever had before. That's all I could ask, and it meant the cosmos to me.

Thank you.

Do what you have to.

–Capt. Jack Harkness
–22 August, 2008

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