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Martha Jones ([personal profile] narrated) wrote2011-11-12 03:56 am
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[locked against those with anti-wanderer sentiment][backdated]

I am certain that many of you have heard about the deaths that took place in the church this morning. I know with certainty that the Chicago police are investigating. In addition, Torchwood, your Police Force, and other groups that care about the well being of this city will be investigating.

I know that it's scary in these times, but we're doing all that we can in our power to help. If you have any information about these attacks or you saw anything or were there in the church, please, let one of us know as soon as you can. You may have seen something important without realizing.

If you have any questions or concerns, let me know. I'm always here to speak to anyone about anything that they may be going through. In addition, I know for certain the Wanderer Police Force is always looking for people who may be able to lend a hand.

[locked to Torchwood, Wanderer Police Force, and Crowbar and Wes, naturally.]

I saw the bodies.

There was no messages as we're used to when it comes to CLF. Granted, they've been quiet lately, but every reincarnation of that group usually means big messy kills with messages scribed nearby.

It was messy, big. It was meant to attract attention.

It could be CLF. It could be any number of people or groups or a random murder. This is Chicago after all.

As you all know, the church was a little well known in the city for its message. Many wanderers went there. I recommended it to them, because I knew the message that was shared.

If we've any theories, honestly, we should all talk amongst ourselves, I feel, so don't simply lock your responses to me.

[identity profile] smokeblowsblack.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
And Thanksgiving's just around the corner. I'm sure we could pile on the celebrations all into one big celebration.

[DAW. Fambly. ;;

Four years would feel like much too long for anyone. There are those that haven't even been here a year and it's felt like much longer, has made them age, has made them wearier, has had them carrying a much heavier load than they did before they ever fell through.

It's a testament to her own strength of will, how much she's survived, how much she's rebuilt, despite the losses.

Wes is very, very proud of her.]


I've no problem with that. Just keep in mind I am an angel and as such, there's only so much pretending I'm allowed to do that can be believable, but I will try my best, and make an exception, because this is you we're talking about.

Only way to keep 'em, darlin'.

[Wes still remembers the look of both David and Anne, both Jeremy and Elena, before they moved in officially, the two sets. It does him a great deal of good to see them now, more comfortably into the house, more secure of their place in it.

That they can give them something to a semblance of a home is what he's wanted, and he'd be grateful to know that it can be for them.

They're real young, terribly young, but they've been through so much it can be possible to forget.

When you're that young, it shouldn't be just about growing up.

It should also be about just being young, and they should get to have that.]


We've both changed a lot in our time here, haven't we?

I almost can't remember bein' the way I was before I stayed here for good. Just kinda seems like a different person, honestly.

[Wes laughs at her own laughter, and shakes his head.]

If it ever happens someday, I wouldn't hide it from ya.

[But no, Wes isn't someone that people would immediately think to cross. Just because of his sheer size, and how he can be when he's legitimately pissed off.

He's like a calm, but very deep river.

Once a storm comes over, it can drown a whole village.]


... Now I'd like to see that. [Hilarious and adorable.]

Well, the good thing about that damn journal entry is we have her full name, if nothing else. It'll get us looking into where she could live, or where she used to live. If she studies somewhere.

[He sighs and leans back.] Yeah, we will. I'd hate to see them have to worry about this for any longer, on top of everything else.

We'll handle it.