So... What's up with the chessboard?
And look, soldiers. Weird.

Well I've definitely been locked up for a while.

Anyone care to fill me in on current events?

All interested applicants for Torchwood 5, the supernatural investigation unit I mentioned earlier. My house. Now.

Also, if anyone has any information about the recently-discovered body, do inform me.

[ooc: Jenny's death gave Jackie-boy something to investigate! And brought out the magic that is emoJack too. Hooray!]

[written quickly to evade the thoughtspilling]

Alright, Rivelata.

Who's up for some supernatural investigation?

If you're interested, stop by my house.

Grey, I need to get back so I can find you... you and John. Then I can punch that bastard in the face and make amends for what happened to you...

Oh fuck, did this thing just record that? God, just my luck.

Well look at that...

I need to go shopping.

...

[a slight childish whimper]

... Grey? Grey, where are you!?

Ah, so good to see all these new heroes here.

Almost a hundred years of heroics and I haven't often seen so many in one place!

Carry on the good, fight, all of you. If you require my help, you only need call my name.

Well this is weird.

Jenny, can I kill this stool?

How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman ( Read more... )

[Cue the sound of a thud as the journal falls and happen to land open]

[Then the sounds of a makeout session, some vague murmurrings from Jack and a female party, the two parties ending up on something with padding of some sort, then Jack's voice]

Ah shit, the journal... hang on for a sec. I'd better close it...

[a quick snap as it closes]