This playlist is slightly ridiculous, both in its angst and its absurdity. But then, it is Ianto's playlist, so there you go.

( 35 songs )

[[Backdated to yesterday, before the sudden appearance of Jack in Silent Hall.]]

I've got tape and warning signs up around a certain unnerving hallway, going to take a couple of hours' personal time. I'll stay on the comms, though, just in case something new comes up.

Escort Master ListIn the interest of making sure everyone knows who to go to if they need someone to escort them out, I'm attempting to compile a list of people willing to perform escort duties by location ( Read more... )

( It is hard for you to accept that your needs and desires are misunderstood by almost everyone within your sphere of influence and there is no one to rely on. )

If it's not presumptuous of me to ask, are you the proprietress of a certain shop that's opened recently? I recall a public post you made which seemed to imply you worked in the fashion industry, and the appearance of a shop bearing your name and an astonishing variety of sizes and styles of clothing seems to stretch the bounds of coincidence a bit ( Read more... )

The Rani's getting settled, and would like to speak with all of you as soon as you're available. I'm setting her up in one of the empty classrooms on the ground floor as her workspace -- 108W.

For those of you that haven't already spoken to me, yes, I'm back.

A bit changed, but that's just one of the many exciting side effects of dealing with the Rift here.

Gwen,

It seems I'm back. And I need to talk to you. Privately.