Jack Harkness

[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

[Locked to Hotel Basement residents]

Hello, everyone! Glad to be the purveyor of good news, for once.

There's a viable plague cure circulating through the city. It's a transferrable immunity, and will knock out any trace of plague in your system when you're exposed. This means that the air is safe to breathe again, and the quarantine of the Conrad Hotel is no longer in effect.

[Locked to Torchwood, Desmond Descant]

Can one of you head to the Conrad Hotel lobby and pick up someone named Cassandra O'Brien? Apparently she's sharing a body with another Rose Tyler, and will look exactly like her. Make her secure in the basement. It's – consider it a favor to me and the Doctor.

[Locked to the Doctor]

Doctor,

Apparently another Rose has showed up. Trapped inside her own mind with a woman named Cassandra O'Brien? I've got Torchwood looking after her, but I'm sure she'd love to see you.

What IS it with the doubles these days?

[Locked to the Doctor, Des, and Torchwood]

I'm only going to say this once.

Why the hell is my face – or Des's face – on a list of murder suspects, and who the hell murdered Ms. Vassey? And why didn't I hear about this until TWO WEEKS AFTER THE FACT?

[Locked to Torchwood]

Right, not to cause a panic or anything, but it's possible there's a situation developing in Chicago. And by "situation," I mean "plague." Nothing is confirmed as of yet, which is why we're not breaking the news, but if anything is, we're going to need to respond and respond fast. This includes potentially putting the basement under quarantine.

Toshiko, I'd like you to look into the air filtration systems for this basement. There has to be some; circulation through the elevator isn't good enough to keep all of us oxygenated, even with the contingent of Angels down here. I'd like to augment them to scrub for anything airborne.

[Locked to the Doctor]

Are you in contact with Martha? She thinks we may have a situation developing. (If you are, and you know more than I do, could you brief me?)

[Locked to the Doctor]

Do you eat meat?

Actually, do you eat anything animal-derived?

Actually, if you could just tell me which of the eighteen thousand dietary moralities you hold to, that'd be great. Thanks, Doctor!

[Locked to Torchwood, the Doctor, and Martha Jones]

Right, I could have sworn that two days ago the world was ending. Does anyone want to give me a sitrep? Because if no one does, I'm just going to assume xai joste vhoder-stol mjer. Ghonge fo utthartha bas mjanna kri hartlim vh sarin, ko bri sarin, nas sjaron. Vas mir anything to be concerned about?

What the fuck was that. I did not just write that. If there is any possibility that these journals can be hacked, I swear to anything listening that someone is going to

 

 

Can someone give me a sitrep, please?