I feel like I should be saying something...
Okay, so what the hell is wrong with everyone? Is there an alien sex gas that is too weak to work correctly in the air? Ivan is getting married - and I hear they have set a date - and Hank is following the medic around like a little lost dog. He's even making the eyes. Ech.
In the meantime, people of great import are on their way back to the Volcano and I hear that our place of former imprisonment is not exactly in TWNZ's good graces. My own *personal* incubator managed to get trashed at Uncle-esque Ianto's birthday party and, subsequently, when taken on a trip in the TARDIS (as the ginger-haired man's Police Box is called) managed to empty her stomach of it's contents - right into the impressive gratework and doing Gods know what damage to the delicate machinery encased there. The most-Jack part of me wants to cry and ask her what the hell she was thinking, while the Jonas part of me screams at Jack to shut up and stay out of it - we're free now.
And that's where I am - trying to keep busy - make myself SO useful to Torchwood Five, catching the eye of Anne and Kitti and Deb - showing them that they NEED me - all so I don't have to go back there. I know that going back there after being in the Volcano would be more than torture. I am so glad that no one can hear my thoughts.
I know that I come across as moody and a bit spoiled, and I wish I could change that. Lately, I have been so busy trying to get people to notice me that I have been invisible. Seems like the more you try to be seen, the less you ARE seen. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, to be honest.
Recently, I cataloged a few things that must have dropped out of Nicky's pocket when she and Gareth visited The Volcano the day that we took up temporary residence. I have access to some of the files here and, let me say that they are AMAZING - and that doesn't even begin to cover it! Not only did I find out what the three items that Nicky dropped were, but I may have also identified a few things that were previously unidentified. I'll finish filling out the reports and leave them on the appropriate desk.
The highlight of the past week was Uncle-esque Ianto's birthday party. Although, there was a rough bit, when someone from Jack's past (future) was there. Though, admittedly, he WAS very good looking, I knew from past experience that he was bad news and Knew to STAY AWAY. I suppose, being a clone, that this type of thing will keep happening to me.
And Yancy. What is there to say about HIM? Well, he is currently flying around in the TARDIS with the Doctor - they went on a rescue mission and are probably swanning around the universe on some happy adventures worth of the man we were cloned from. Not that I am jealous of him for that, oh no. But, HE GOT AWAY. He got to go as far as any being could get from NONE. *THAT* I am jealous of.
Okay, pity party over. I need to get back to trying to look busy. And maybe grab a sandwich.
In the meantime, people of great import are on their way back to the Volcano and I hear that our place of former imprisonment is not exactly in TWNZ's good graces. My own *personal* incubator managed to get trashed at Uncle-esque Ianto's birthday party and, subsequently, when taken on a trip in the TARDIS (as the ginger-haired man's Police Box is called) managed to empty her stomach of it's contents - right into the impressive gratework and doing Gods know what damage to the delicate machinery encased there. The most-Jack part of me wants to cry and ask her what the hell she was thinking, while the Jonas part of me screams at Jack to shut up and stay out of it - we're free now.
And that's where I am - trying to keep busy - make myself SO useful to Torchwood Five, catching the eye of Anne and Kitti and Deb - showing them that they NEED me - all so I don't have to go back there. I know that going back there after being in the Volcano would be more than torture. I am so glad that no one can hear my thoughts.
I know that I come across as moody and a bit spoiled, and I wish I could change that. Lately, I have been so busy trying to get people to notice me that I have been invisible. Seems like the more you try to be seen, the less you ARE seen. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, to be honest.
Recently, I cataloged a few things that must have dropped out of Nicky's pocket when she and Gareth visited The Volcano the day that we took up temporary residence. I have access to some of the files here and, let me say that they are AMAZING - and that doesn't even begin to cover it! Not only did I find out what the three items that Nicky dropped were, but I may have also identified a few things that were previously unidentified. I'll finish filling out the reports and leave them on the appropriate desk.
The highlight of the past week was Uncle-esque Ianto's birthday party. Although, there was a rough bit, when someone from Jack's past (future) was there. Though, admittedly, he WAS very good looking, I knew from past experience that he was bad news and Knew to STAY AWAY. I suppose, being a clone, that this type of thing will keep happening to me.
And Yancy. What is there to say about HIM? Well, he is currently flying around in the TARDIS with the Doctor - they went on a rescue mission and are probably swanning around the universe on some happy adventures worth of the man we were cloned from. Not that I am jealous of him for that, oh no. But, HE GOT AWAY. He got to go as far as any being could get from NONE. *THAT* I am jealous of.
Okay, pity party over. I need to get back to trying to look busy. And maybe grab a sandwich.