[Locked to Winter] [Locked against other members of Torchwood]

[twdenmother]

[[OOC: Yes, this is addressed to one of Leona's whores who isn't actually played by anyone. This would probably be a good time to mention that I'd be incredibly grateful to anyone who could bring him in as an NPC. I can do it myself, if needed, but that would be a bit muncesty, so if anyone's feeling like playing a pretty albino Glaysa as an NPC,

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[no_daylight]

Really, I'm sure you could do much better than the Cure and the Smiths. Though I have to confess to a guilty fondness for Noir Désir, so perhaps we should just refrain from judgement

[twdenmother]

...Pardon me while I die of mortification. I hadn't expectedAnd, truth be told, my infatuation with the Cure died quickly, but I still have a lingering fondness for the Smiths. It's mostly nostalgia, really, for when I was sixteen years old and in the grip of the sort of intense hatred of everything in my life that seems obligatory at that age, along with the heartfelt conviction that no one understood me. Faux-misery, if you will. Real misery comes later, when life catches up to you, and there are worse problems than how you never knew your mum as anything but a headstone, and your dad works in a department store and expects to live vicariously through the success you must achieve at all costs, and there's never enough money and you're stuck shoplifting CDs and peroxide so you can show the entire world how desperately rebellious and misunderstood you are

[no_daylight]

Actually, I think you'd look quite striking as a blond

[twdenmother]

As far as the CLF goes, I've been giving it some thought. As much as I hate to take the easy route and lay everything at Mr. Flagg's feet, given that we know he was engaging in psychic manipulation, it's interesting to me that CLF activity only really began when he started campaigning.

We'll see whether or not that theory has any basis in fact, though, now that he's dead. If it picks up again, I'll call it coincidence and leave it at that. If it doesn't...

It would be nice to go outside again.

And yes, fleas in the coffee. It wasn't the best of days. It got better, at least, thanks to a woman who had the brilliant idea of extreme cold to help ease the bites, so I wound up standing in a walk-in freezer and sharing a bottle of whiskey with her. Not my usual coping mechanism, I'll admit, but it did make the day substantially more bearable.

As far as the dolphin goes... Even if the Organization wasn't quite firmly out of favour with Torchwood at the moment, I wouldn't want to bring him there. If I go back -- if -- I don't want

[no_daylight]

That does make a disturbing amount of sense. I suppose if he had the power to pull blinders on the entire city, removing those blinders from the eyes of the mundane wouldn't have been that different.

Our solution to the fleas involved quite a long time spent in tubs. My face still itches, and by the end we were more wrinkle than skin and skimming dead lice off the surface of the water, but it was more pleasant than itching all day. And I imagine significantly warmer than a walk-in freezer, whiskey or none.

...I can't fault you for caring, Ianto. Show me a man who's never cared for something he perhaps shouldn't and I'll show you a man who's likely never cared for something he should.

I wish I could ease some of that frustration for you. I will say this: after everything, I can't imagine that you deserve another chance any less than he does.

[twdenmother]

I have no words for how much I envy you right now.

And... thank you for that. For everything. You've done a great deal to ease the frustration just by being there and listening, trust me.

I wish I could see you.

[no_daylight]

We'll keep the water warm and think of you fondly.

I wish I could see you, too. Hopefully Gwen will see her way to letting you go on Wednesday.