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[jackedthename]

[Here's Jack, sounding cheeky and chipper as ever.]

I think I'd commit murder for a proper cup of coffee. Or, at least, some of my friends would. Time to do some research, then. Suggestions are welcomed.

[There's a pause, as he gets this filter going, and then, somberly:]

[Filtered to the members of Team Torchwood/people living in FallingWater]

The animus have been having fun again. Don't be surprised if people from home don't remember you.

[There's a lengthy pause. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, authoritative. Back to business.]

An acquaintance and I are looking for people to accompany us underground. I've been told that's where the scientists went when they left the city. Let me know if you want to come.

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[got2haveasmith.livejournal.com]

This is the trouble with time-travel.

[But it's said with fondness. She wouldn't trade it for the world. She smiles at the request.]

You'll be able to get a glimpse of him sometime, I'm sure.

[voice] - same filter

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Among other things.

[Neither would he, aside from the 'being abandoned by the Doctor for a century' thing. Not that he's bitter or anything.]

Hopefully!

[voice] - same filter

[got2haveasmith.livejournal.com]

[She knows that bitterness, too. Thirty years, when you only get a century of life at most. It isn't easy to make yourself move on.]

It's a shame K9 isn't here. He'd be quite useful to have about. Fifty-first century supercomputer in the shape of a dog. Although, as Romana pointed out, he'd have a bit of trouble on the terrain.