situation: cardiff ; open to torchwood three

[coffee_cult]

Contrary to the Torchwood opinion that humans outside of themselves and UNIT tend to turn a blind eye toward paranormal happenings, the Cardiff P.D. does, in fact, studiously keep record of any unusual events. They may lack the knowledge that the city they're sworn to serve and protect sits on a Rift in space and time, but they have seen the

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[capnhotness]

If DI Swanson hadn't given him the requisite polite phone call prior to her information dump on the dusty fax line, Jack wouldn't have noticed the sheets of paper on the tray (or the ones that had spilled over onto the floor) for at least several days. As such, he's standing in the back room of the Tourist Information Center - Ianto's incredibly neat domain - not particularly rifling through some of the more compelling reads of the paperwork on his lover's desk there while the fax comes in. Once all of the reports are in - and he faxes back over a cheekily worded thank you note with a reminder that Torchwood is a digital organization and the Cardiff PD is well behind the times (complete with one of those 'going native' smiley faces) - and Jack is settled at Ianto's desk, his mug of coffee carefully placed away from anything important, he takes a highlighter and red pen (are there a shortage of these?) to the reports, one by one, looking for anything particularly worthy of Torchwood's attention. It's busy work, probably something he

[dr_sato]

Toshiko had already been in the hub when Jack descended into the depths, as it were. The woman rarely had any need to go home at night nor did she have any need to really stay there other than to eat, read, or sleep. Sort of a sad existence, really, but some things in life had come along to pull her away from the particular miasma. Maybe Toshiko will get lucky one day and have a full social life again. One that didn't involve aliens spilling out from a rift. This causes the woman to give a certain MD a furtive glance

[resident_medic]

Leaning over the decomposing corpse of an multi-appendaged pile of goo, Owen began inspecting what he assumed was the creature's nervous system, when he heard Jack shoot a quick order to Tosh before turning to address him. Glancing up from his work, he peered through his goggles (this one was especially juicy), "Right, trading dead bodies on the black market ... That'll narrow it down for me." Of course, Tosh's glance went unnoticed as usual, as Owen covered the remains of the alien and snapped off his gloves. In all honesty, it was nice to get away from the unknown and get back to human anatomy

[coffee_cult]

Uncomplainingly as always, Ianto keeps on comm with Jack, providing the requested local knowledge while he digs through the Archives for requested information. He checks under 'St-Su' for 'Stolen: Corpses,' 'Th-Ti' for 'Theft: Corpses,' and 'Co-Cr' for, well ... 'Corpse.' There are any number of categories to cross-reference, but he only finds a few files of any consequence in the time provided