It's not quite Cardiff; it's certainly not London, and the coffee is shit.

Still. No one has tried to kill me, yet, and the world is not ending.

I think I could possibly get used to this place.

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We now have an actual coffee maker. I am not sure what the strange cracked kettle on the far wall was intended for, but it has been replaced and officially eternally retired. If I see it again I will personally see to it that whoever managed to find it is buried with it.

I do believe I have yet to meet some of you. Jones. Ianto Jones.

Uwehh, nobody plays hide and seek all that good here. Luki's been hiding for a really long time and nobody found me!