[Locked to Torchwood, Sark, April, and the Vesmier]
Is everyone all right?
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[Multiple Locks] [Backdated to the night of the parade]
[Locked to Torchwood]
Has anyone noticed that the local mayoral candidate appears to be using a subtle brand of psychic manipulation on the crowds?
Went out for a bit -- yes, Gwen, I left the Tower, so sorry, but I was going to go mad if I didn't get out of there -- and caught the end of his speech. It made me like him, want to trust him, support him. vote for him...
Can we spot the OBVIOUS PROBLEMS with me wanting to do any of those things?
And I didn't even realise until after.
As much as American politics aren't usually our business, this just might be.
[Locked to the Vesmier]
I need a favour. There was a buried packet of memories in my mind which we weren't able to deal with during the Thane situation. I think it's time I saw what was in there. The local mayoral candidate seems to be resorting to psychic manipulation. Very subtle, but it's... Familiar.
I need to know what was done to me.
Has anyone noticed that the local mayoral candidate appears to be using a subtle brand of psychic manipulation on the crowds?
Went out for a bit -- yes, Gwen, I left the Tower, so sorry, but I was going to go mad if I didn't get out of there -- and caught the end of his speech. It made me like him, want to trust him, support him. vote for him...
Can we spot the OBVIOUS PROBLEMS with me wanting to do any of those things?
And I didn't even realise until after.
As much as American politics aren't usually our business, this just might be.
[Locked to the Vesmier]
I need a favour. There was a buried packet of memories in my mind which we weren't able to deal with during the Thane situation. I think it's time I saw what was in there. The local mayoral candidate seems to be resorting to psychic manipulation. Very subtle, but it's... Familiar.
I need to know what was done to me.
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[Locked to Gwen Cooper & Sam Tyler]
So, if I were to present two options, one being allowing Julian Sark into the Tower, and the other being my absence from the Tower for... however much time we end up taking for wine and conversation, which would be the least problematic from your perspective?
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[Locked to April]
Child
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate--
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
-- Sylvia Plath
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[Locked to Malek]
Oh, good, my journal finally caught up with me.
I haven't talked to you in a while, and I'm sorry... Things with Thane have eaten up my attention, but I thought I'd say hello, see how you were doing.
I haven't talked to you in a while, and I'm sorry... Things with Thane have eaten up my attention, but I thought I'd say hello, see how you were doing.
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{rp} Silence can be a plan rigorously executed...
Suzie's... Not completely asleep, but where she'd like her glasses and a book, she's got nothing but a head full of painkillers, so she might as well doze for a little while.
So she's curled in on herself as much as the wound will allow. Her eyes are closed, her breathing even, and she's just barely aware of the room around her. To all appearances, she's sleeping soundly.
So she's curled in on herself as much as the wound will allow. Her eyes are closed, her breathing even, and she's just barely aware of the room around her. To all appearances, she's sleeping soundly.
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[Locked to John Thane]
Agent Thane:
You and I have something in common, I think -- right now, most of Torchwood would prefer neither one of us existed, and we both harbour grievances against the Doctor.
If you wouldn't be adverse, I'd like to discuss that with you. At a time an place of your choosing, of course.
Let's just say I'm reconsidering where I stand.
You and I have something in common, I think -- right now, most of Torchwood would prefer neither one of us existed, and we both harbour grievances against the Doctor.
If you wouldn't be adverse, I'd like to discuss that with you. At a time an place of your choosing, of course.
Let's just say I'm reconsidering where I stand.
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{rp} Will you defeat them, your demons and all the nonbelievers, the plans that they have made?
Suzie hasn't been to see Tosh. She hasn't even tried. If Tosh needs anyone around her right now, it's people she can trust. And Suzie's got no illusions there.
Instead, she's working at being useful, working out her story. She's got something no one else has when it comes to infiltration and deception -- her cover story, if she plays it right, is the absolute truth.
In her own timeline, she'd have betrayed Torchwood. It was only a matter of time. And, sickening as that thought is, it's her armour here and now. He can't spot a lie when there isn't one. ( ... )
Instead, she's working at being useful, working out her story. She's got something no one else has when it comes to infiltration and deception -- her cover story, if she plays it right, is the absolute truth.
In her own timeline, she'd have betrayed Torchwood. It was only a matter of time. And, sickening as that thought is, it's her armour here and now. He can't spot a lie when there isn't one. ( ... )
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[Locked to Malek]
{{Backdated to shortly before this post.}}
Just letting you know, I'm going back with the rest of Torchwood.
I'd very much like to see you again, though. It's been wonderful having a friend in the midst of all the insanity here, and I'm grateful beyond words for that. And I'm always happy to share my cocoa.
...I haven't heard seen Anya since this all began, or heard from her. If you do find out anything, one way or another, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know. I know you two were close, so I'm hoping...
I hope she's all right, but given how things were that night, I just don't know.
Just letting you know, I'm going back with the rest of Torchwood.
I'd very much like to see you again, though. It's been wonderful having a friend in the midst of all the insanity here, and I'm grateful beyond words for that. And I'm always happy to share my cocoa.
...I haven't heard seen Anya since this all began, or heard from her. If you do find out anything, one way or another, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know. I know you two were close, so I'm hoping...
I hope she's all right, but given how things were that night, I just don't know.
[Locked to Captain Jack Harkness][Locked against Suzie Costello]
Jack, I read Elashte's journal post about the archangels. Can I help in any way?
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[Locked to Malek]
I was wondering if you'd like to stop by my room. Anya's welcome to come, too. I've got cocoa.
I just could use a friend right about now.
[Locked to Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper (retroactively), Locked AGAINST Suzie Costello]
Captain:
I'd let this go, but you came to me for information that you need. I deal in archetypes. Memories themselves wouldn't cause me to see anything, but I have the feeling this isn't as simple. If I had to take a guess, I'd say those memories have built up a personality around themselves. Like the shadow archetype, yet unlike; a sort of snapshot of who you were when your memories were wiped.
He's very different from the version of you I know. I saw him when you mentioned that not even you could see everything hidden away. Just a shadow, in the far back corner of the room, barely able to move or perceive me, vaguely manshaped. I tried to say hello, and I think he heard me, but only distantly. I saw his head lift, as if looking for me, but it seemed like he couldn't find me, and then you left.
When you came by again, he was more defined. Still featureless, but able to see me, talk to me, displaying a much greater level of awareness. He's still largely blocked off, I think. One of his most frequent complaints was that he couldn't see, though I'm fairly certain he saw/perceived me, if nothing else. He talked to me about how he had to get away, that "they" would kill him. The same "they" that took his name, then his life, then himself.
He knows about you, and from what he said, I'd wager he hates you a great deal. Most of my conversation with him involved arguing as he insulted you repeatedly. I won't repeat what he had to say, unless you really want the details.
He said you stopped him from the one thing he had to do, the one thing he could ever do. Said he was always going to die, but not yet, and that until he did, nothing would stop him. And he wants out. He wants that very badly. Told me that if he did get out, I wasn't his problem, not the one he was after. I shouldn't need to point out the disturbing implications.
I did try to get more information from him, but he didn't care to discuss it further, and just repeated that no one could help him, or no one would, and I wasn't supposed to know. Those secrets were his to keep. "This was the war beyond human comprehension; let it stay there." I hope that means something to you, because I've got no idea.
You've got something very angry floating around in your subconscious with an agenda of its own and a death wish. Not that the last part should worry you very much, but the rest should. And it seems to be getting stronger.
BE CAREFUL, JACK.
I know you won't leave this alone, especially not after what I've told you, but be careful. Please.
And I'm sorry for... just about everything that happened when we spoke.
I'd let this go, but you came to me for information that you need. I deal in archetypes. Memories themselves wouldn't cause me to see anything, but I have the feeling this isn't as simple. If I had to take a guess, I'd say those memories have built up a personality around themselves. Like the shadow archetype, yet unlike; a sort of snapshot of who you were when your memories were wiped.
He's very different from the version of you I know. I saw him when you mentioned that not even you could see everything hidden away. Just a shadow, in the far back corner of the room, barely able to move or perceive me, vaguely manshaped. I tried to say hello, and I think he heard me, but only distantly. I saw his head lift, as if looking for me, but it seemed like he couldn't find me, and then you left.
When you came by again, he was more defined. Still featureless, but able to see me, talk to me, displaying a much greater level of awareness. He's still largely blocked off, I think. One of his most frequent complaints was that he couldn't see, though I'm fairly certain he saw/perceived me, if nothing else. He talked to me about how he had to get away, that "they" would kill him. The same "they" that took his name, then his life, then himself.
He knows about you, and from what he said, I'd wager he hates you a great deal. Most of my conversation with him involved arguing as he insulted you repeatedly. I won't repeat what he had to say, unless you really want the details.
He said you stopped him from the one thing he had to do, the one thing he could ever do. Said he was always going to die, but not yet, and that until he did, nothing would stop him. And he wants out. He wants that very badly. Told me that if he did get out, I wasn't his problem, not the one he was after. I shouldn't need to point out the disturbing implications.
I did try to get more information from him, but he didn't care to discuss it further, and just repeated that no one could help him, or no one would, and I wasn't supposed to know. Those secrets were his to keep. "This was the war beyond human comprehension; let it stay there." I hope that means something to you, because I've got no idea.
You've got something very angry floating around in your subconscious with an agenda of its own and a death wish. Not that the last part should worry you very much, but the rest should. And it seems to be getting stronger.
BE CAREFUL, JACK.
I know you won't leave this alone, especially not after what I've told you, but be careful. Please.
And I'm sorry for... just about everything that happened when we spoke.
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[Locked to Elashte]
I heard from Captain Harkness that you were looking after a friend of mine. Toshiko Sato. He didn't much care to talk about what happened, but I...
I just wanted to make sure she'll be all right.
I just wanted to make sure she'll be all right.
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[Locked to people who like poetry]
This is more or less a test of just how specific one can get with these locks. Psychic journal system and all. I'm still getting used to this. And if nothing else, I wanted to have this here, just for myself.
Shattered Head
A life hauls itself uphill
through hoar-mist steaming
the sun's tongue licking
leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid
When? When? cry the soothseekers
but time is a bloodshot eye
seeing its last of beauty its own
foreclosure
a bloodshot mind
finding itself unspeakable
What is the last thought?
Now I will let you know?
or, Now I know?
(porridge of skull-splinters, brain tissue
mouth and throat membrane, cranial fluid)
Shattered head on the breast
of a wooded hill
Laid down there endlessly so
tendrils soaked into matted compost
became a root
torqued over the faint springhead
groin whence illegible
matter leaches: worm-borings, spurts of silt
volumes of sporic changes
hair long blown into far follicles
blasted into a chosen place
Revenge on the head (genitals, breast, untouched)
revenge on the mouth
packed with its inarticulate confessions
revenge on the eyes
green-gray and restless
revenge on the big and searching lips
the tender tongue
revenge on the sensual, on the nose the
carrier of history
revenge on the life devoured
in another incineration
You can walk by such a place, the earth is
made of them
where the stretched tissue of a field or woods
is humid
with beloved matter
the soothseekers have withdrawn
you feel no ghost, only a sporic chorus
when that place utters its worn sigh
let us have peace
And the shattered head answers back
And I believed I was loved, I believed I loved
Who did this to us?
-- Adrienne Rich, from Midnight Salvage: Poems 1995-1998 (1999)