matoi,

st nick has apparently decided i needed a giant stuffed bear in my life. i don't want it.

see it's delivered to someone who doesn't like me much, right?

{{OOC: Backdated to a few hours after the Halloween party.}}

we need to talk.

some civilian took an experimental treatment to change her own genome, developed foreign masses in her back, and fell apart all over my infirmary. i've successfully removed them and started her on a course of antibiotics, but seeing as how i've already put in the requisite time to save her life, i'd appreciate it if anyone other than me could deal with the post-surgical cuddles and reassurances. i can leave all the notes you need.

Ms. Fuchizaki, you don't know me, but I'm one of the doctors at the Kashtta Tower. An Iris Fortner asked me to write to let you know that she went into surgery early today to remove two malignant growths on her back. She's out of surgery now and I'm continuing to monitor her condition.

–Dr. Owen Harper

just so you know, some bird named kat is apparently making zombies, so if chicago is taken over by the festering undead, you know who to blame.

{{ooc: because NO ONE ELSE has thought to do this? owen hates you all. also, you can practically feel him straining something, forcing himself to use capital letters for you bastards. you'd better appreciate it.}}

Owen Harper, Torchwood medic, nice to meet you all. Thought I'd inform you of our local idiosyncrasies here. The Kashtta has ghosts on occasion. Appear as humanoid patches of dust or smoke. They don't communicate or interact with people and are basically harmless. Don't panic if you see one.

i'd like you to become a torchwood agent. unfortunately to do that you'll have to talk to jack.

there's a saltwater tank in the cellar that no one's using.

you wouldn't happen to know where to get a breeding population of calamari squid, would you?

{{OOC: There's about half a page of scribbled-out mess before the actual entry starts, in tiny, tiny handwriting.}}

i know this is a bit late but


fuck it.






it's been a really hard time for all of torchwood and i want to know if there's anything i can do to help. because i want to do that.

and then i want




this is apparently

fuck EVERYTHING





...yeah.

{{OOC: Public. He's in no state to think of locking.}}

FUCK

GWEN

WE MAY BE {{the rest of this sentence is comprehensively scribbled out.}}



{{OOC: About four minutes later}}

GET EVERYONE OUT OF THE GROUND FLOOR.

NOW.




{{OOC: About a minute after that}}

THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE HALL