eelseason | Entries tagged with btr | locked: torchwood chicago

So, something identifying itself as the Kashtta Tower showed up on the journal networks, writing a locked entry to Martha, a bit ago. I have a few questions about this, as I can imagine Martha does, too.

Mercury, could this tie into the journal experiments you've been doing? Failing that, Owen, Mio, anything you've heard from the Tower's directions which might shed some light?

So. All of you should be aware that Ianto Jones, a Torchwood agent from Cardiff, came through the Rift about a week ago. I told him to take some time to familiarize himself with the political atmosphere before deciding if he wanted to work here in this universe.

He's just come back and admitted to being made into a psychic trojan.

I know what you're thinking: our jobs really weren't complicated enough.

Someone from his own universe wrote a volatile persona over his own identity, programmed to target, assault, and kill civilians, specifically young women. Apparently by the time he realized he wasn't in control, he'd already killed several people. Which gives us a problem.

I've put him in one of the dorm rooms on the third floor, for the moment. Mercury, Daniel, I need you to get a locking system on that door. I still don't know the extend of his programming, or if it'll kick in and shut down his cooperation. Owen, I need you keeping an eye on him just in case he does get up to something in the Tower.

Mio, Martha...I need options. Obviously there are laws that have been broken, and obviously there are special circumstances. And, obviously, something has to be done to address the damage in his mind. I just need to know what options we have.

[Locked to Torchwood Chicago]

I have no idea how many of you know how much about something called the Organization. From what I know, it's a powerful shadow faction in Chicago and likely extending outside of its bounds.

A far as I can tell, it's also trying to feel us out. That would be the easiest explanation for why they located one Ianto Jones who's fallen through the Rift and, instead of sending him on over to us, have taken him home and are asking us to collect him.

Mio, do you have enough time to drop over, secure him, and bring him in? I'm not anticipating any trouble, but I think dispatching a Torchwood head to fetch and retrieve might send messages I don't want to. Assuming the Wanderer population here is eating your time, Phoebe and Mercury, could you handle this?

[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.

[Public]

Hello, everyone.

This is Captain Jack Harkness, representing Torchwood. A few of you know may know me and I know a few of you. I've been here for a long time, two years last March, and I've seen Chicago change: from a city keeping its head down so as not to attract Calisto's attentions, to a battlefield between demons and the angels under Romana's command, to a place with a hard-won peace treaty, still defending itself against terrorists like the CLF. I don't know what it is today, but I know that we've endured, and I know that we'll continue to.

By now you've all seen Martha's post, and there's not much I can add on to that. This city likes giving us hard knocks, but it hasn't brought us down.

Tonight, the Kashtta Tower on Wabash and Lake is opening its doors to house Wanderers and others who have nowhere else to go after the fall of the Conrad. The building is owned by Torchwood, and the people in it fall under our protection. I can't promise that the violence which tears through Chicago won't ever come to the doors, but if it does, know you won't be facing it on your own.

We've been working in cooperation with Elashte to stock the building and get it ready. The rooms and the building aren't the most glamorous, but you'll get some privacy, four walls, locking doors, and warm beds. Food and basic supplies – sheets, towels, hygienics – are all on us. Consider us your home away from Hotel.

[Locked to Torchwood Chicago]

Everyone, welcome Matoi Tsunetsuki on board as Owen's assistant in a probationary role. She can introduce herself, if she'd like.

Owen, Mio, as the two of you seem to be the ones in communication with this place we live in, I'm afraid I may have to ask you to take on a few jobs usually reserved for security personnel. I don't imagine enforcement will fall to you unless something really goes wrong, but keep your eyes and ears open, if you could. We're getting an influx of people in here and I'm sure emotions are still running high, and if we have to run containment – cross your fingers that we won't – you two are going to be the most likely to see how.

[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 Chicago]

I NEED EVERYONE ON-SCENE AT THE CONRAD RIGHT NOW.

Rift opening. The entire hotel just came down. Plenty trapped inside, every chance that new wanderers and monsters are coming through. Full kit, guys, and I need you here ten minutes ago.

[Locked to Torchwood Chicago]

There's a shitton of Rift interference – my wrist device won't teleport, and it'll barely scan anything but the active Rift itself. If anyone has technology that can scan, bring it.

[Locked to Martha]

TELL ME YOU'RE ALIVE.

[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?