I've actually been quite pleased with the way things have been arranged here so far. Aside from a few... questionable instances, such as the dance and the odd appearance of material, I really haven't had many complaints. Even Sherlock has behaved... for the most part. I think I received a notice about a potential flatmate coming in but it seems to have disappeared. I may have dreamed it.

Sherlock? Do you know anything about these calls that I'm getting from Juanes? They seem to be wanting their merchandise back.

Also, has anyone else noticed the stark lack of women on the island? Like actual adult women? It's a little unnerving, to be quite honest.

Who: Ianto and Anyone
What: The Bi-monthly log for Ianto's coffee shop, New Brew
When: Thursday the 23rd and Onward at irregular, unposted hours
Where: New Brew Coffee and Tea Shop in the Shipping District
Warnings: Will be updated as needed.

It's been two weeks since the coffee shop opened. As Ianto expected and hoped, business had been slow. No one stayed for long. Ianto's business attitude was not exactly frosty,polite smiles, short conversation. Unmemorable for the most part. But the coffee. The coffee was far from unmemorable.

The coffee shop was nothing spectacular from the outside. A little building on the front of a warehouse that might once have been the shipping office. There was a counter with the usual suspects to be found in the good sort of coffee shops. No automated coffee dispensing machines. Just an expresso/steamer, bean pressers and brewers, the sort you might find in the art deco style of coffee shop. Coffee mugs and tea cups lined a bookcase to the back, everything neatly organized and in it's place. At any time, you could find a young Welshman in a suit, suit jack absent, but waist coat present, a stopwatch in his pocket and a book or pamphlet in his hands.

The service was friendly, but never particularly fast. But the coffee. The coffee was some of the finest roasted coffee to ever touch your taste buds. It was rich, full and flavorful, perfectly roasted and made to order.

The shop itself was small. Three tables were set up with two chairs a piece inside the doors. Comfortable chairs, but practical and light. The tables were bolted to the floor to discourage people from pulling them together, and round to make it an impractical endeavor. It was clear the owner did not expect or plan for high volume business. In fact, it would almost seem like he was discouraging it.

Whatever the case, the coffee and tea served there was damn fine, high quality stuff.

things new moore most definitely doesn ont have
- a war
- interesting things to do
- bigby :(
- not even beast...
- where the fuck is snow when you need her
- blue

things it does have
- alcohol
- that last one's a li e i have most of hte alchol now
- why does it take so long to get drunk...

[and then a series of texts appended to the initial post]

( Rose gets the only smart medal on this island. )