He's told us not to blow it 'cause he knows it's all worthwhile...

[thatsortofaman]

The last time the Doctor was in the hotel, he almost got thrown through the Rift. But it's been a while, he's got things to do, and he's not particularly in the mood to be chased away by Romana Angelos. This is not a happy Doctor

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[neverinportland]

Juliet would love to be able to describe herself as unshakeable, but after that thing with Tosh and then, a few days later, the entire Tower exploding into what amounted to supernatural anarchy (and that's still happening, although on a smaller scale), she's decided to hang in her 'unshakeable' badge.

If she knew about Daniel's recent death, she'd probably be in pieces right now, but as it were, she's just a little jumpy and on edge and clutching her cup of herbal tea like it held the elixer of life as she wanders into the computer room.

"Here's a question. If we're all not, in fact, going mad and the ghosts or whatever are real, then are they really going to show up on our video feeds?"

She's not actually being sarcastic. Personally, she's a step away from calling Ghostbusters, herself.

[torchwoodsheart]

Gwen glances back over her shoulder at Juliet, and then shakes her head, turning back toward the monitors. "Believe it or not, we didn't have ghosts in Cardiff." Unless you count that once... with the ghost machine... and a few reports in the archives from before Gwen was with him... Not the point.

"Seen anything strange today?" Because Gwen has somehow managed to miss all of it, which is the strangest part of everything.

[neverinportland]

Juliet slumps into a nearby chair. "I think the correct question is have I seen anything normal, and aside from the fact that nothing tried to eat my soul while I made tea, I'd have to go with no."

As if reminded that the tea exists by that comment, she takes a sip and tilts her head at Gwen. "And you haven't seen anything?"

Which is an entirely unsettling and strange concept, actually, considering they're not exactly discreet.

[torchwoodsheart]

Gwen sighs and shakes her head, without turning to look at Juliet. "Not a thing, so either you've all gone mad and it somehow missed me... or I'm not nearly as perceptive as I like to think." She flips through to the security camera in the lobby, and there's nothing. Again. Not that that's a surprise.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky wanders into the common room, looking about as surly as he can possibly get, because no one likes to get their ass chewed out by good old reliable Captain Sterling when it comes to the matter of blowing up piers.

He stalks over to the couch and flops down in it, pulling a rubber ball out of his pocket and tossing it up and down in a bored, irritated manner. "True or false," he says out loud, mostly to Martin since he happens to be closest. "The methods you use to kill a demon shouldn't matter so long as the demon dies."

Of course, that doesn't take into account property damage and the like, but Sky rarely takes those things into account.

[astrongerbeacon]

Martin looks up, in the middle of tangling the string around his fingers more. It's still hard to tell if it's actually meant to be something or not. "False," he answers, with a quirk of a smile, "though if you want the other answer, you can probably ask any other angel in this basement. I think the split's about fifty-fifty."

[broketheboyinme]

"That does not surprise me," Sky mutters, catching the ball again as it comes down and holding it in his hand, deeply considering it. "Still, there is a hell of a lot of poetry in taking a demon down with a well-timed explosion, and it's not like the pier wasn't empty at the time."

Ah, see, the point emerges if you wait. Poor Sky has a very hard time letting things go.

[astrongerbeacon]

"Yeah, I... heard about that," Martin says slowly, untangling his fingers from the string and letting it drop. "Didn't you get in trouble in Tokyo for the exact same thing? ...Minus the pier, I'm thinking, unless there's something I missed about that story."

[theteaboy]

Luckily for Gwen, Ianto hasn't gone mad and is still making coffee for the team. Or else whomever is left might be going mad without it.

He has a file tucked under his arm and two cups of coffee in his hands. Backing the door open, he slips inside and sets one of the cups down in front of her.

"I saw you here earlier and figured you might like a bit of company?" He gives her a small smile and settles into a chair near her.

[torchwoodsheart]

Gwen doesn't actually turn around - she's gotten used to the sound of Ianto's footsteps, and isn't at all surprised when he sets the coffee down. "Thank you," she murmurs quietly, picking up the coffee cup, taking a drink, setting it down safely out of reach, and then leaning forward so her head thumps onto the desk. She's fine, really. Just frustrated.

[theteaboy]

While Ianto might know vaguely that Gwen is okay, he still reaches a hand to touch her arm lightly.

"Gwen?" He looks to her, "Perhaps you should take a break from the CCTVs for now? Just for a few minutes, anyway."

Torchwood could drive someone crazy on occasion.

[torchwoodsheart]

She sighs and pushes herself back from the table, shaking her head. "I'm fine. I'm just... I've been at this all day, and I'm still not seeing anything out of the ordinary."

And after Tosh, she's starting to think it might just be something in everyone's heads.

[smithnjones]

Martha steps down the stairs and turns toward the kitchen, but stops for a second. It never fails to take her by surprise the first time she sees Grace.

She thinks Tish. Of course, the more times she's run into Des' guardian angel, the faster she's able to correct herself, but there is always that initial moment.

Martha steps into the kitchen and smiles at Grace.

"Hey," she says and pulls a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. "What're you cooking?"

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace looks up and offers Martha a hesitant smile. "Hi! It's, um... just some pasta. Is there something wrong with your microwave?" Somehow that seems like an important question to ask. It looks like it's been disassembled purposefully. And then possibly reassembled in ways that don't exactly coincide with food preparation.

[smithnjones]

"Ooh, love pasta!"

Of course, the idea of anyone cooking or baking anything in her kitchen, even if it's not herself, excites her to a ridiculous amount. The house and domestic stuff makes her ridiculously gleeful.

Martha sets herself up on the counter next to the disassembled microwave, giving it a distant look.

"No. There really wasn't. This is... just what happens when you invite the Doctor to a party."

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace grins a little at Martha's excitement, because it's just... kind of adorable. And when Grace thinks you're adorable...

"You invited him to a party and he took apart your microwave? That's kind of... well, I guess he would. Still, that's... really inconvenient."

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty sometimes forgets that as a Glaysa-Labolas he can feel the emotions of the people around him. Mostly because he's not good at using these abilities and never really tried to do more than drown out the excess emotions so they didn't bother him or influence his own anymore.

However, the tangle of emotions radiating from the girl is more than enough to remind him.

He heads toward her, not directly, just near by. Tentatively. Not that he looks at all threatening or less than an unassuming guy. He just wants to ease the tangled emotion as much as he can so he can go back to drowning everything out, again. Really, that's his only reason. Cause demons aren't nice. ...except Annie. But that's mostly just with Becky.

Rusty lights up a cigarette, glancing at her. "Hey... you want a smoke or somethin'?" You look tense goes without saying, he thinks.

[techniclybrill]

Tosh looks up as he walks over, studying him quietly. Not that she has any idea who he is, what he wants... and she doesn't really trust anyone here to be harmless, but...

She shakes her head firmly in answer to his question. "No. Thank you."

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty senses the suspicion, too. He doesn't enjoy feeling other people's emotions at all.

"Sorry. Didn't mean anything by it just looked like you could use somethin' to help you relax s'all."

Of course he has the abilities to influence relaxing emotions, but he doesn't like doing that. Especially when he hasn't used his abilities in years. He's rusty at it... for lack of a better term.

[techniclybrill]

That does not help. That, in fact, makes Tosh tense even more - which hurts her shoulders, but the last time someone tried to help her to "relax", it was Ronnie. And that ended well. "I'm fine." Which is exactly why she's sitting out here when it's threatening rain. Yes.