MarinaNova Asylum

Greetings, fellow domelings. [Any Phanan video that starts off this smugly is never a good sign. He's in the clinic, boots hygienically propped up on the table, beaming out at the camera just as brightly from his organic eye as his artificial one. He does look a tiny bit serious as he starts in on the bad news but it will rapidly vanish as he talks.]

For those of you who haven't realized it by not Martha Jones is no longer here with us. She was a good doctor and a better person and I think we can all agree we were the better for her presence in this place. On a related note Alex and I will now begin our new reign of terror as leaders of the clinic. With our specialties in pediatrics and battlefield medicine we are obviously very relevant to the needs of this dome. Please bring all your medical problems to us from now on so we can make fun of you for getting hurt while we fix you. And if we have any new doctors among us who are interested in joining our new medical regime speak now or forever hold your peace until you get bored or change your mind or something.

Again, that's reign of terror, new head doctors, quality service. See you soon.

[Maybe it's his conversation with Chuck this morning. Or the fact that this is the first day in awhile with distractions like floods or flower parties. Whatever it is Ianto has spent most of the morning feeling restless and uneasy. He's hardly left the apartment since what happened with Tyki - again, floods don't count - not because he's scared but because it just feels like effort every time, like he has to force himself to act normal and interact with people like everything is fine. Like he's not still a mess. He remembers this feeling from after Canary Warf, from after Lisa and he hates that he does the same thing every time. Hurt in private but just keep going like nothing's wrong. He can pretend everything is fine until eventually he convinces himself it is and then that's that. Problem solved.

He's avoided the library since he Tyki, just like he's been avoiding the Devil's Compass - no amount of paint or happy names from Chuck is going to change that - but he's on autopilot and ends up outside it anyway. He stands there for a long moment, then sighs and pushes open the door. It's that same stupid strategy all over again. Go inside, do his job, pretend he's perfectly content alphabetizing books and making coffee until one day it's true. Just as emotionally healthy as all the rest of his decision making tends to be.]