[ooc: sometime before noon]

[Locked to Torchwood]

Gwen, Ianto, Sam, whomever, it's as dangerous as all hells out there,  and this isn't my best idea, but I can't watch people be slaughtered by monsters . I'm going out to help as much as I can. The plan is so manuver my way over to the Conrad. I'm  sure they have more unarmed people than we do here. I ( Read more... )

I could have handled this well enough without the bloody cursed water, and the splattering amphibians, and the masses of panicing people. But now there are fleas. Gods thriced-damned through all the hells, fucking...(furious scribbling over several words, which may or may not reference sheep, pikes, and Portland, Oregon). [narration appologizes on ( Read more... )

What...the gods be damned. FUCK.

Is this really happening again? Please someone tell me some idiot set off an electro-magnetic pulse, and this will all be over shortly. It wouldn't explain the blood, but I would rather deal with one and not the other. Technological de-evolution is not a fun period to live through, and I would like not to do it again ( Read more... )

This is copied from my regular journal b/c I don't have time to write an individual one, b/c I'm going to bed. I miss you all and should be back this week, and continue and threads Eilir has open. Thief? We need to discuss plotty-things involving Eilir and your characters. Nao I has internets, now I can plot.

Aha! Okay, I think I actually have ( Read more... )

I'm looking for a partner or three to help me scout the inner-city walls, the echoing cement halls where rats and bottom-feeders skulk and leave their decaying marks to bring down this city we call home. Those used to battle and who walk like shadows are welcome to respond ( Read more... )

A slim young woman gets off the subway at one of the smaller stops and heads up to street level. The long bag slung across her back contains her bow and quiver, and she has heavier bag over one shoulder. Eilir is heading home from a day of work at the archery range to her small apartment tucked away a few blocks from (the massively growing) Grant ( Read more... )

ugg, I've been so busy this week. I've only worked 30 hours this week, but I did go home to Des Moines for a couple days. I just finished giving my bedroom a long deserved cleaning, so I feel a lot better, but I haven't done much of anything this week. I hung out with friends a couple times (and An had a birthday, though I had to miss part of the ( Read more... )

I hope I locked this entry correctly, seeing as there is a turf-war going on ( Read more... )

I've been very busy the last couple of days, and I don't know when i'll have time to tag. Maybe Friday. Chris? Let me know when you are free to continue Eilir and Marshall's lovely awkward and geeky conversation. Do you know if Aubrey wants to bring Gwen in?

k. everybody have a good day. <3

*off to make coffees for other people*

(OOC: Eilir right before the Rift snatched her.)

( Fallen from the hights of glory, gained back the light through human will, only to loose it all again )