twenty-fifth rift

[chronosexual]

Huh. So. That was interesting. Everyone back to normal? Doctor? Aisling? Ianto? How are we all feeling? I wouldn't mind another go with the handcuffs, Doctor.

That was a joke, Ianto. But if you'd like another turn, I wouldn't mind that, either.

Also, it's always strange how we seem to get a sudden influx of new people all at once. And all so lovely this time, too. I'd just like to extend my welcome to the new faces of New Moore that I haven't gotten to meet yet, and if you have any concerns or need help adjusting to life here on the island, I'd like to extend my services for a talk. Captain Jack Harkness, by the way, and I'm looking forward to meeting all of you.

Private to Aisling//Ultra High Torchwood+ Security

I know that you initially asked me not to take anything from the forest, but I was thinking about starting a greenhouse in Torchwood with some plants from the forest. I was wondering if a) this is all right with you. And if so, b) if you would like to help.

Comments

[reanimated]

D'you mind explaining exactly what the fuck that was?!

[chronosexual]

Working on it. Nearest I can tell is that it's some kind of time feedback loop or projection of an alternate dimension. It's hard to tell at this point, but either one of them can be really dangerous.

So I was right?

[reanimated]

Well that's incredibly fucked. Dunno why I'm surprised anymore. But I meant more what the hell was wrong with you!

And no, not really. Let's never talk about it.

[chronosexual]

With me? I wasn't the weird one. You were the superhero, pal. I was just younger. A lot younger. Couple thousand years younger, really.

Why? Didja like him?

[reanimated]

You wish, mate.

[chronosexual]

Well you were nice to him. Gotta mean something, right?

[reanimated]

Alright, first off, that twat wasn't me. Second off, apparently I was nice to everyone, don't feel special.

[chronosexual]

Too bad. I was starting to think you were warming up to me.