InsaneJournal

ALIEN ACTIVITY: A number of alien or otherwise non-human beings exist here: a pair of Time Lords, an android, a supposed avatar of death, and more. As of late, things are quiet on the alien front. Also the alien rear.

RIFT ACTIVITY: How would I know? I'm in Margate, not Cardiff. As for whatever's-happening-here activity, nothing to report as of starting this volume. It's been awhile since we had a new "arrival." However, we seem to have a case of spatial genetic multiplicity— there's a vampire here who looks ridiculously like John Hart except bleached blond and slightly less aged. It's different seeing an instance of it instead of hearing about it in a more academic sense. It's very different when the example looks like that psychopath. Gorgeous, though.

SECURITY: Since the previous offer of a security assessment by Sherlock Holmes is not possible because he's dead, we'll have to look into other measures to keep the house secure. It's not exactly a secret underground base and we aren't doing our work out of it, but we might as well secure it.

OTHER SECURITY ISSUES: Katerina continues to employ her ability to sneak into the pantry. I'm beginning to suspect she's eaten more crisps than we have. She also managed to let herself and Anatoly out; he was discovered sleeping in a pile of laundry, and she was indulging herself in scritches from one of the clients. I wasn't impressed. Okay, maybe a little. If she wasn't a bad girl for it, I'd have to applaud her.

STAFF: No idea what Gwen's up to, and plenty of what Ianto is. The two staff members present in Margate may or may not have earned a "do not serve" mark at a local pub for obscenity. Who could they be? We'll have to see when we go there again if we're allowed back in the door. Surely we drew in more business from curious people than we scared off? We should be on the pub payroll, like those party girls hired to draw people into clubs. Also, party boys. I'd be a good one— with a jawline like this? Oh yes. Hopefully I didn't earn a banning from a second pub by strolling around in my underwear, though again, would that make business go down? Pun intended.

OTHER STAFF ISSUES: My own in this case. Got a visit and an offer from the real Captain Jack; declined for the foreseeable future. May not have been one of my wiser decisions, but it seemed right at the time. A very uncomfortable conversation with his new partner confirmed that. I think. As Ianto said, it'd be better if I could have coffee with him every week than sex with him once, though right now, I'm not sure anything like that'll happen, either.