[Hello, Adstringers! You are being treated this evening with the lovely sight of one Captain Jack Harkness swigging from a dust-covered bottle of whiskey, seated in the casino. Dusty or not, it's still alcohol, and thus worthy of his attentions. He takes one last long swig, wipes his lips, and then turns his attention to the PCD.]Right, I've had ( Read more... )

[Someone has been having fun catching up on his PCD, in between his hunts for a domicile for team Torchwood. He's currently somewhere in the city, on another one of those searches.]If it's not life under the sea, it's people disappearing and rainbow sheep, huh? It's enough to make a guy want a drink. If this were Cardiff, I'd be well-stocked ( Read more... )