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{{OOC: BACKDATED LIKE BURNING to, um, January 2nd or so.}}

I AM ALIVE

And I am *very* *loopy*, Chicago, for lo they have put me on the good drugs. and the antibiotics.

Someone tell me everything that happened in this city since the beginning of november.

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[nothingsodivine]

DMITRI. YOU LIVE.

...Seriously, I was freaking out. I think half of everyone I know vanished in those motherfucking plagues. I could kiss you about now.

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Motherfucking plagues.

I don't think they want me on alcohol just yet but Tosh has promised me pizza, and I fully intend to eat my weight in the most Atkins-unfriendly diet ever designed by the devious desires of Man. You, Desperado, are solicited to attend.

HAY. HEY. Is Vincent still knocking around these parts? I think Tosh would have said if any of my Torchwood pals went missing. The Doctor isn't missing any limbs, is he?

[nothingsodivine]

Vincent's good, as far as I know. The Doctor is... Well, he's the Doctor. Take that as you will.

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Oh god, he hasn't gone ferrety again, has he?

YOU'RE NOT A MUSTELID AGAIN, ARE YOU, DOCTOR?