PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I'm wondering... if after all the dust it was buried under... if it still works.

I more than anyone should know better than to abandon things. But, well... oops...?

Knowing this place, I'm almost scared to ask this but, what have I missed?

Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now God knows,
Anything goes!

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes!

The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes!

When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo's,
Anything Goes!

When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes!

If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes!


[ooc: Anything Goes, from the musical of the same name by Cole Porter.]

Pardon me, can I ask a question? Because if I can ask a question, I
want to know whether this singing is normal, I'd appreciate
your answers very much, I mean you must have lots of better things
to do, but none of this is normal guys, remember normal, you know,
the thing none of us can be, no offence, because I wouldn't insult
anyone as wonderful as we are--

Thank you all
For the help and the answers,
Thank you all,
Now it's back to the dancers,
What the hell,
Oh help, I can't stop singing broadway!

[ooc: Getting Married Today- Company OST]

Since Cardiff my flat is currently who knows where in the universe, can anyone recommend an alternative around here?

[Torchwood] Please remember that getting drunk today is an option, not a requirement. That said, enjoy the drinks I left in the kitchen for you. Sensibly.

[Jack Harkness] You still owe me.

[Ethan Thomas] Mr. Thomas, can I trouble you for a moment of your time?

Oh actually being out of the TARDIS is a strange feeling.

Oh how rude of me, to hardly even introduce myself to you all.

I see you got your Captain back. Nice work. Not too bad for a bunch of humans.

Did you ever work on something. One thing for ages and ages only to eventually work out its pointless and not what you thought it was in the first place. I think its a bloody hairdryer.

[Jack]

Are you purposefully trying to drive me mad now or can you just let me have it for an hour. I have some new theories and I just need want to see. Won't even so much as look at Gwen and you can even supervise?

Just an hour.

[Owen]

...Do you have the security codes, the ones Jack won't give me?

[ooc: as night wing]

This city seems almost as bad off as Gotham. Never a dull night around here is there? god I miss technology

[Filtered to the Joker]
I've been doing my homework on you. Wanna know what I learned?

[/filter]

[ooc: sometime after this ]

My mom is gone. I couldn't find her anywhere.

I'm so happy.

So happy that I think I'll get drunk.

I don't know why I announced it.

Maybe I do.

I want people to know how happy I am.

I think everyone should drown their happiness in alcohol.


Tee hee.

Captain's Log 5.01
ALIEN ACTIVITY: I'm thinking some of these headings need to be changed given just where we all landed. But, for the sake of continuity, they'll stay as they are for the time being. Should take to calling this place Torchwood 5. Still don't know where 4 went to either.

ALIEN TECHNOLOGY: I wish we could have figured out what was going on with those miracle pits before they up and disappeared. Seems that those who took a dip are slowly being returned to their original state from what I gather. As I always say: the quick-fix is never the answer.

RIFT ACTIVITY: Not sure if the lot of us arriving here is a result of the Rift or not. When in doubt, blame the Rift. Won't lie, though, I'm happy it dropped off Ianto and Gwen. All we need now is Tosh and the whole team is together once more.

SECURITY: With John around, am afraid that extra measures will need to be taken to keep the Hub secure. But, if that's what it takes, then that's what it takes. Don't really want him wandering around LA all on his lonesome. Even if he was the good wife.

OTHER SECURITY ISSUES: Require more information on this Dahlia woman. Though, all things considered, I'm glad she found me and not some hapless human. At least I could withstand whatever she was doing. Not sure if she succeeded or failed. Will have to look into this demon she was attempting to summon as I'm not sure if she succeeded or not. One too many points I passed out/was killed for my liking to know what was going on.

STAFF: Need to have a very, very long discussion with Suzie about 'when someone calls for help on the comms it means get your arse over there and get them out of trouble'. Think there may be a few issues being harboured. Hard to say, though, with her. Suzie -- when you see this, my office. Now.

OTHER STAFF ISSUES: None to report. Aside from the fact that I'm glad there are as many of us here as I have. Not quite thrilled that the Master is here, but he seems different. Will also have to keep an eye on that as well.


By the way, Ianto? Patrol at 20.00. I think you need a bit of work on your form where stake burying is concerned.

The body count in this city is rising. Murders are increasing, and disappearances have escalated over the past several weeks, from what I've read. I found several mangled bodies last night during my patrol rounds. They were so mutilated, they were barely recognizable as human anymore.

I've alerted the authorities, but I thought you should know as well. Does anyone have any clues as to who might be responsible for this?

Those pits....they aren't coming back are they. And I saw...the newscast said that people who were...healed are going back.

Is everyone going back, is there a way to stop it, or slow it or something? I need there to be a way.

I can't be that again can't be broken
Its not fair

...The last time I checked dead bodies weren't supposed to move. I'm starting to get the feeling this isn't going to be the Sunset Strip vacation that I asked for.

Does anyone know anything about reversing the effects of these pits? Not just those side effects that come directly after-- the insanity and the like. I'm talking about the entire bloody process.

As if I hadn't told him five hundred thousand times that he was FINE the way he was...

Please, tell me someone's found out something?

And here I thought LA was going to be boring.

True or false:

Trying to steal a vampire's most prized possession right off his very back is an intelligent life choice.

The police obviously have far too much time on their hands, and I certainly can't imagine why, given the sort of nonsense that goes on around here.

My darling lovelies, I was approached today for having the audacity to smoke a cigarette out-of-doors.  Isn't it just the absolute most?  Of course, I told the officer that if he were a proper upright sort of lad he'd have seen the smoke and immediately taken actions to put me out.  Did he want a case of spontaneous combustion on his hands?

This place isn't getting any less weird, but recent developments, well, that's a really big temptation, weird or not.

Those of you who've gone in these pits - how are they working for you?

[ooc: posted as Nick Reilly]

A pirate just asked my fiancée if she would swab his deck.

So, I'm wondering. Just how many of you people have stepped into the pits? And I need one of you to see side effects.

[Lavender]
I'm ready to show I can handle Firewhiskey if you are.

[Torchwood]
As Plan A is always a success, how goes that analysing of the Pits?

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Well, well. This place just seems to get more and more interesting by the second. Is it always this exciting around here, or is it just a weekend?


Filtered to Torchwood

You saw the news, or at least you better have. Who's coming to take a look at these pits?

Amazing. Can't tell you the number of people who have asked me to get a drink with them since I got here.

Not going to complain either.

Captain Harkness,

There is an old Cardassian custom that the captain of a ship acts as host to those on board. But since we both lack the command of a vessel I think we should still have a drink. I do need one anyways. What do you say?

what the hell did I take last ni
Los Angeles? How the
if I miss another differential, House is going to

Alright. I don't know what the hell is wrong with the website for Continental, but why can't I book a flight for Newark? The dates keep saying it's 2006.

All these what would you do 'if' questions got me to thinking, so heres one for the masses.

If you could save people from death. Murder Victims, say, If there was a way to have the murderer give his life  so they could live. Would you do it?

Would it be justifiable to you?

I have a question for people. If you once had power of some kind, could you ever go back to being weak ordinary?

[Filtered to Torchwood :: Suzie, Owen, John Hart]
Alright. I think the rift is trying to tell me something. Or else, Torchwood decided it needed to be here for whatever reason. If you haven't seen the plaza and fountain, it's made its way here. Which means the city needs us.

No pressure and I'm not going to be administering the amnesia pills if you choose not to come. Though you all know your duty


[Filtered to John Hart]
Don't make me regret the offer, got it?


[Filtered to The (4th) Doctor]
One of your later incarnations knew of me and a team I had been associated in Cardiff known as Torchwood. I'm extending an invitation to you, should you wish to be a part of us. There's a small tourist info shack located at [address here]. You're welcome anytime, Doctor.

.. All right, now. All this dimension-hopping is getting a bit tiresome. Going from a jungle planet to Los Angeles in the middle of winter is not a pleasant experience. Wasn't it summer just a few weeks ago?

All right. I'll bite. Wouldn't mind knowing what exactly happened this last time and what's going on with the rift.

Century, please? Or, slightly more helpful, year?

Hate this. All of it. They keep looking at me like I'm broken and I hate it. They want it fixed, but I don't know what needs to be fixed. It's hard to remember what it used to be like and it hurts to try and think about it and it gets so loud sometimes. I know I disappoint them. They pity me. I know they do. And I don't want to hate them for that. But I think part of me does.

I just want it over. No more. I don't want to die, except maybe I do, I just want it all gone. I feel like I'm just going to start screaming sometimes and not stop. Maybe it would be easier if he just came back. I didn't think so much. Owen's going to hate me for saying that.

Uh... OK. I know Ianto Jones is Torchwood's responsibility and all that, and yeah... I was going to let you lot take the lead on this one. But the Master (Saxon) is my responsibility, and as such.. I feel like if he hurts Ianto, that's sort of my fault in a way. So, what I mean is... since no one seems to actually be working on a plan here, I'm either going to get Ianto back with you or on my own.

Rose, Susan, Romana? I'm going to take it for granted that you're in. Donna? Fancy an extremely dangerous mission? Gwen? Come on, Gwen Cooper, I know you're in, right?

Right. Owen? Jack? I know we have our differences, but we're better as a somewhat united front.

Meet at the Venice Beach Suites and Hotel, room 301, anytime from 7pm. If you're not there, I'll assume you're not interested.

( Private to Torchwood (Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh) )

I'm so sick of rain. It's becoming ridiculously redundant. There wasn't even this much rain in Cardiff. And that's saying something.

What the heck is going on? What am I in Los Angeles?

...In 2005?