eelseason | Entries tagged with btr | locked: stupidly specific groups

[Locked against those with pro-CLF sentiment; locked against those whose journals are being accessed by those with pro-CLF sentiment] [Locked against Barnams]

About three years ago, when I first came to Chicago, the city was being terrorized by a Neqa'el named Calisto. Her MO was simple: torment the wanderer population, as well as any angels, supernatural humans, and even demons who got in her way.

She wanted us to be afraid. She wanted to watch us panic.

Instead, our community came together. We formed bonds that did not break, and we weathered her. And soon enough, she fell.

The CLF has been trying to tear this city apart for a long time, now, and they haven't succeeded yet. They won't succeed – not so long as we stick together, watch out for each other.

There's no retreating from this place. They'd like us gone, but we know there's no way home. Home is where we make it, and we're making it here. We're making a stand. We weren't given a choice in this, and we're not going to back down.

The girl some of you may have seen on the journal networks earlier is safe. She's under Torchwood protection. And that protection is offered to whoever feels threatened.

Don't be afraid. We've faced, and defeated, worse than this.

[LOCKED to Mio Hongo, Martha Jones, Phoebe Donovan, and Elashte]

All right. Someone needs to tell me why more of Chicago's fallen down than usual, why our friends the CLF are back and making life miserable, and – most importantly – WHERE THE FUCK I WAS WHEN ALL OF THIS WAS HAPPENING.

I really don't appreciate walking into my office in the morning and finding out I'm missing several weeks.

[Locked to Mio Hongo and Sailor Mercury primarily; Torchwood Chicago as a whole; Elashte; Martha]

It looks like our roles as caretakers of the wanderer population are about to get a lot more literal.

From what I hear, current wanderers and any new ones coming through are not going to have anywhere to go unless they elect to head out to the Main Gauche, and from what I hear from Elashte, that may not be a sustainable option. At the moment, we're sitting on top of the largest facility available to house them: the Kashtta Tower.

We need to get the academic wings set up to handle an influx of refugees. See that we have a system to assign rooms, set up common areas, work out some sort of rotation with kitchen duties and determine access controls on consumables.

And we need to find a way to lock down the Tower proper – the basement especially, but I'd like to restrict access to the offices above the first floor. Above the second, if necessary; we can relocate up, but I don't want civilians tramping all over Torchwood HQ, and I certainly don't want them messing with the Rift in the sub-basement. Not to mention the corrupted hallway and Owen's morgue. We can't proceed with this until we take care of those security concerns.

I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm asking it, and at this point the city of Chicago is asking it, too. I want the Kashtta partitioned and ready to be inhabited within four days, if at all possible and possibly if not. By the time the sun sets on Wednesday, let's have a place for the masses to call home.

[Locked to Torchwood]

Right, everyone, the city's not fixing itself.

Take some time to introduce yourselves to each other; I want to see noise on these journals. Debate the great tactical problems. Develop schema for experimental technologies. Share brownie recipes; I don't care. For the next little while, and I know you're going to love this, Owen, we're going to be team-building to any extent we can. Plan on sleeping in the Tower and taking a few meals together. We don't know how to work together, we're pretty much screwed.

Anyone who hasn't gone through firearms training needs to see me to get that fixed as soon as possible.

I'm in the middle of an equipment audit to see what was left behind when everyone was taken. Everyone needs to see me as soon as possible to be assigned a headset and a mobile phone. Those of you without Torchwood-issue firearms also need to see me to determine what style fits you best.

Any questions, ask.

Back in my home universe, Torchwood was founded to protect the British empire from anything beyond the scope or knowledge of its usual protectors, and to serve the Empire's interests by securing alien technology. By the time it filtered down to my command in Cardiff, the imperative was to protect the city and monitor the Rift.

This is Torchwood Chicago. We don't have the institutional resources we did back home, but this is what we do: we take what we have and we make it work.

Torchwood Chicago's mandate is, primarily, to look after wanderer interests in this city – we're the only thing resembling a special response team that will and can. Protecting the city itself is an extension of that. Like it or not, this is where the majority of wanderers are going to be, and we're going to keep it standing. We don't have time to ease into this job, boys and girls; let's hit the ground running.

[Locked to Martha Jones]

...I spent a long time debating how to open this.

I've seen the updated lists of the missing. I... can't say how sorry I am. Much as I know that sorry fixes nothing.

I know I'm probably not the most reassuring person to pop up on the journal network right now, but it looks like we're not getting much choice in this. Owen drafted me into the Torchwood reconstruction at gunpoint, so here I am.

From what I've heard from Elashte, the entire Archangel command structure is gone and there's unrest on all the less-than-legal channels that talk to him. You and Elashte may be the last known authority figures left.

Look, I want to help. If there's any way I can.

I can stop by the Conrad, if it'd be useful. Tomorrow?

[Locked to friends of Torchwood personnel]

I'm sorry to report that Torchwood was hit hard in that Rift event. The following people are missing, and we're still waiting on word from others:

{{A list of the missing, including Gwen, Tosh, Suzie, Sam, Ianto...}}

Owen is still here, as am I, as is Dan.

Torchwood is still standing.

{{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.

~~[Locked to Torchwood (incl. Mat), Martha, Lang, Adrian, Huck, Luke… and the Doctor.]~~
[EDITED LOCKING: Gwen, Martha, Lang, Adrian, Huck, Luke… and the Doctor.]
{{OOC: I am going to kill him.}}
[Write-locked against everyone.]

I'm sorry.

{{OOC: The name on this entry appears not as Jason Randall but as (462O1/J). Seems someone's identity is in a state of flux.}}

[Locked to the Doctor]

The basement's been compromised. Gwen is confirmed infected, and Rose is seriously ill with something. I've broen the quarantine, and I'm having them move everyone who's not testing positive into individual isolation rooms on the top floor. I wouldn't be so worried, but —

[Locked to the Sydney Jasper Research Team]

We have our first confirmed fatality native to this universe: the paramedic who flew to Texas passed away late last night. I'm waiting on the postmortem to see whether she had any prior health concerns which could have been complicated by this, or whether this is the time frame we should be expecting.

[Locked to Hotel Basement doctors]

Hey,

Anyone who has a quiet period in staffing the Medical Room, could you come find a Hotel resident named Jet? Her Rift ~~power~~ ~~mutation~~ ~~ability~~ thing is beginning to act up, and she can't go near the med room. (Hyperosmia – the blood smell is too much.)

Thanks,

Jack

[Locked: Ianto, Tosh, Sam and Mat]

IANTO - Could you work with (sorry, it's a list)
• Toby to set up a counselling room
• Florence to set up a massage parlour (no, I'm actually serious)
• Dinah to work out a service for Brando
• Martha (and anyone else who'll weigh in) to see what other sorts of facilities might be appreciated by the residents here? Hell, put up something on the Bulletin Board, or something. (Or you can break out the clipboards and take a survey.)

TOSH - In your educated opinion, O Closest Person I Know To An Engineer, how many walls could we knock out between converted bedrooms before we risked the Conrad falling on our heads?

SAM & MAT - I owe each of you a beer and probably more than one. Sam, if you'd rather I go out, get it, and bring it back here, I don't blame you at all.