Dr. Owen Harper

{{OOC: Backdated to a few hours after the Halloween party.}}

we need to talk.

Ms. Fuchizaki, you don't know me, but I'm one of the doctors at the Kashtta Tower. An Iris Fortner asked me to write to let you know that she went into surgery early today to remove two malignant growths on her back. She's out of surgery now and I'm continuing to monitor her condition.

–Dr. Owen Harper

{{ooc: because NO ONE ELSE has thought to do this? owen hates you all. also, you can practically feel him straining something, forcing himself to use capital letters for you bastards. you'd better appreciate it.}}

Owen Harper, Torchwood medic, nice to meet you all. Thought I'd inform you of our local idiosyncrasies here. The Kashtta has ghosts on occasion. Appear as humanoid patches of dust or smoke. They don't communicate or interact with people and are basically harmless. Don't panic if you see one.

there's a saltwater tank in the cellar that no one's using.

you wouldn't happen to know where to get a breeding population of calamari squid, would you?

{{OOC: Public. He's in no state to think of locking.}}

FUCK

GWEN

WE MAY BE {{the rest of this sentence is comprehensively scribbled out.}}



{{OOC: About four minutes later}}

GET EVERYONE OUT OF THE GROUND FLOOR.

NOW.




{{OOC: About a minute after that}}

THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE HALL

 

i give up. this city, this country, and this universe are all unbelievably fucked.

[also locked to gwen] i'm going to go collect samples from as many public sources of water blood as I can. do tests. keep them for observation. whatever. [not locked to gwen any more] and then i intend to get as drunk as the human body can reasonably allow.

i already know you will be coming along, but i might as well make the invitation official.

{{OOC: Backdated to sometime after Owen's first meeting with Matoi.}}

there's a formerly very suicidal new wanderer who's apparently developed a fancy for me. she speaks predominantly japanese, with very little english. she was carrying, when she came through, a sword, 2 nooses, a handgun, sleeping pills, razor blades, several knives, a selection of poisons in liquid and powdered form, and a hypodermic full of blood.

you don't pay me enough for this, gwen.

...well, the timing on this could have been less suspicious. except i suppose it couldn't have been because this is my life.

the tower seems to have eaten jack.

gwen, before you say anything, shove the entry at tyler, because I DIDN'T TELL IT TO. i, dr. owen harper, did not tell, ask, insist, request, or incite the kashtta tower to eat jack. really. it decided to do that on its own and you're free to check that with sam and ivanova before you come to bitch at me.


i'll tell you if he shows up again with hooves.

[ locked to torchwood ]

book's gone. checked his room, feels like the Tower got him. could try arguing it into giving him back, but i really don't think that'll work.



{{OOC: About thirteen minutes later...}}

[ locked to gwen ]

going out, need some air.

have my mobile on if you need me.

i may have accidentally broken the rift room. sorry about that.