There is a demon in a secluded area of the park who feels her days are numbered, not because of any threat of impending doom, but because Luther's dead and the only reason she went back to him was because she had a moment of cowardice and knew he could protect her. Having Luther around made her bold and with him dead and not able to keep anyone who ( Read more... )

Ronnie Thorne is officially back in business ( Read more... )

It's a warm, pleasant evening, which has plenty of people outside enjoying the not entirely fresh city air. No one wanted to be out earlier in the day, but now that it's cooled off a little... there are people abroad. Well, depending on your definition of people.

Tosh is out of the Kashtta for the first time since Torchwood arrived there - after a ( Read more... )

Now that Tosh can leave the basement, she's a little desperate to do so. It's not like she minds staying inside for long periods of time, but knowing that she's stuck somewhere for any extended period of time tends to make her claustrophobic ( Read more... )

(OOC: Takes place after Jack’s cleaning spree and Jet’s panicky journal post… yes I really don’t know how to do those link thingies *wince*)

Jet has finally received some closure on the blood smelt and so has felt secure enough to wander away from the hotel ( Read more... )

Tosh has got her hands on a handheld GPS unit. It has, of course, been altered. Quite a bit. And attached to some other device that looks like a very expensive cellphone might, if it were made by some alien race - obviously something that fell through the Rift (the other one, in Cardiff; Tosh was just lucky enough to come through with this one on ( Read more... )

Ronnie Thorne isn't exactly at her happiest right now. Currently she's sprawled across a park bench on her stomach, smoking a cigarette and glowering at the passers-by, occasionally nudging their emotions this way and that if they bother to meet her eyes. It's not really all that effective, but it's enough to make a few businessmen on their way ( Read more... )

It’s one of those typical bars that one thinks of when they imagine bars in their mind- smokey and full of burly men ready to fight for even the slightest reason and promiscuous women who can’t be bothered to clean up enough to flirt their way around higher class establishments. There’s even a jukebox in the back playing some classic rock song that ( Read more... )