Dr. Owen Harper

some civilian took an experimental treatment to change her own genome, developed foreign masses in her back, and fell apart all over my infirmary. i've successfully removed them and started her on a course of antibiotics, but seeing as how i've already put in the requisite time to save her life, i'd appreciate it if anyone other than me could deal with the post-surgical cuddles and reassurances. i can leave all the notes you need.

[dated at some ridiculous time in the morning.]

all my blood samples turned back into water halfway through the very few tests i actually could do with the very very little diagnostic equipment still working, gwen. do you have any idea how annoying that is?

i'd email you on the three or four pieces of data i could extract, except oh, look, the internet's still not working.

[here be scrawled notes on things like viscosity, weight through millilitre, how well it separated in a hand-cranked centrifuge and "what blood looks like under a microscope".]

naturally, this tells us absolutely nothing. i don't suppose there's any chance th








[...about six minutes later]

hold up. i've got to go dissect some frogs.

{{OOC: In a hurried, untidy scrawl...}}

smthing came through the creepy hallway - dont think any of us should go in wthout backup, heading over now

considering we seem to be opening the dormitories to any wanderer in need, does anyone think it might be a good idea to do something about the unknown element we have locked up in one? or do we count on all possible wanderers to be the sort who won't be curious about a locked door?



i know it's not a solution any of you wants to consider, but i could probably get the tower to do something about him. not like it hasn't eaten people before. ...temporarily, even. if it had to be.

{{OOC: The following is written in a hurried - or very annoyed - hand, and is, incidentally, flecked with blood}}

I AM MISSING A CORPSE and incidentally my morgue has been ruined.


if you see a naked monster looking like some bloke got his torso melted together you might want to shoot it before it spits up all over you.

i need a fucking drink

big red signs reading "danger do not go through rift" are only going to work for the english-literate wanderers, and pictographs of someone walking in and coming out in a spray of blood is only going to work for the people who have red blood or whatever colour we choose. anyone else have bright ideas?


on a related note, when i went to see about gathering up the remains from that fatality, someone had pushed everything into a human-shaped pile with the one arm on backward. ianto, i hope this is your poorly-developed sense of humour showing.

right, gwen, two more teleports, somewhere around tyler's office, and his angel thing says he's out of the Tower right now. are we planning leaving him to thane or running in and getting ourselves shot?