General Support Log: Week 6
General Support Log
v. 1, week 6
When Jack and Rhys meet for Fairy Cakes, it's like Christmas In The Trenches, 1914.
Monitoring:
Captain Jack Harkness (ask_captainjack)
Senior Agent PC Gwen Cooper and Executive Husband Rhys Williams (gwen_e_cooper, therant_willask)
Junior Senior Agent Ianto Jones (ask_aboutcoffee)
Senior Junior Agent Doctor Martha Jones (ask_arealdoctor)
Senior Temporary Agent Captain John Hart (oh_doask)
Time Agency liaison "T" (timeagency)
Space Adventurer Andy Davidson (dontask_pcandy)
Time Traveling Gallifreyans The Doctor (askfor_bananas) and Jenny (askmydad)
HRH Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor (inquireof_liz) (and Butler Harold Putnam)
Alien Activity: Sadly, Jenny had to take her leave of us this week after a very near miss with the Doctor. We will miss her ( especially Andy), but her adventures are clearly only just beginning! Meanwhile, Andy and the Doctor had to round up some escaped voles. The Doctor did finally get Andy to the 52nd Century to meet up with T, and Andy's been very protective of their privacy. She asked for help selecting a dress and Andy showed off his wardrobe, too (and slammed Jack's!). T got to explore the TARDIS a little before she and Andy met up and plotted to discover the Beat Generation. They, er, ended up in Disneyland instead.
Staff: Gwen's Swine Flu turned out to be sinusitis but her cupcake meme was a huge success. Jack, Rhys, Hart, the Doctor, Jenny, and myself all took the Cupcake Quiz. Vastly insightful, and Rhys made us cupcakes, even Jack! Healthy cupcakes! Meanwhile, Jack recounted how he hired me (Andy was unimpressed). He also ARMED MYFANWY, thanks Jack. But I forgive him. I always forgive him. Why is that?
Max had to go to a veterinarian, which upset Jack and Hart who tried to 'jack the SUV. Fortunately, FAIL. Unfortunately, Jack shot Livejournal in the face (it got better) and then wrote "filk". When Max came home, he...well, he was feeling a lot less hormonal. Neuticals for all, because the real things won't grow back! Meanwhile, we discussed the pros and cons of rearing male dogs.
Hart peed in the medical bay. Martha was displeased, unsurprisingly. She may have stolen his soul. That being said, they are still doing some form of mysterious tango together; it bears watching, especially if she wears the boots. She's definitely not pregnant, but OH MY GOD. Why did she haul him into the shower? Betting is now open!
Allied Organisations: HRH's butler Harold has been returned to her! And what a story he has to tell. Rhys and Jack miscommunicated over pies. Andy decided perhaps Hart needs therapy.
Security: Civilians still trying to kill me with lube. Or possibly curtains. Even so, that's nothing compared to how much someone hates Hart. Jack and I both threw down with someone who might be Stephen Colbert but might be an alien. Or he might be Stephen Colbert and a very confusing American. I'm confused again now! Hart, predictably, flirted. Gwen pwned him. We brushed up on our code-talking, too.
Gareth David-Lloyd still has my choker, that arsehole.
Supplies: Jack's P-90s finally arrived, thanks to the combined genius of T and myself. Gwen and I each get one! Gwen, what did you end up naming yours? Jack had Martha restock our Retcon supplies, but Martha is still nervous about the formula (NB: scroll down for discussion of animal alien testing. Rat jam.:( ) T wishes to know where the mug with my mug on it is. GOOD QUESTION, T! Also, Gwen reminded us that the Archangel Network had crap service. I'd stock up on chocolate, but I think Jack prefers it when it comes from Gwen's purse. Jack may also have bought a real bed for his hole. I'm not sure.
Community Outreach: Jack gave one of our readers a pearl necklace (not like that!). He also advised a coed whose "pants" won't stay up and pointed out the flaws in one reader's suggestion that he take up twittering. We have established that I do not want to be part of the patriarchy and we're all discussing our outfits for the Children of Time Awards Ceremony. Considering we're a top-secret organisation, Hart's fanfiction certainly gets a lot of recs despite Gwen's accusations of plagiarism. He even got one from T. Jack had to; he was Hart's beta. Children of Time are considering adding a category just for Hart! I'm still ambivalent about the icon he made me from it, though.
Spoilers and Historical Notes: Jack fucked Nicola Tesla. What else is there to say? Oh yeah, Hart tried to kill him with a refrigerator (Jack, not Tesla). And in the future, only the rich or sneaky can regrow testicles.
Personal Notes: Dare I go blond? I don't know. Jack and I are still in the same old argument about pie, especially pie in bed. Must also stop pitying Hart, it never ends well. You know, writing these logs is a hard job, but also very rewarding.
Rickrolling (by many people) and puns continue to dominate and even electrify Torchwood's casual chatter.
And thank you to whomever sent me the faberge egg and roundabout death threat! It's been too long since I've watched Octopussy.