[Addressed to all military personnel.]

The people from that ship are not to have anything to do with our home, and to that end, I'm ordering a wall be built to keep them out. It will be finished by morning; I don't care if you have to use rubble or dirt, but it will hold.

If any more of those folk from the crash site think they're getting in, they're very mistaken. The wall will be manned.

Once it's done, I want a squad combing every inch of the city for those that already got past.

Have a problem? Swallow it and get to work.

(((Uhhh I'm exhausted, but have a post. Iago gave the go ahead here. Jack will send gripers to him. Happily. :>)))

[Jack has been drinking. Blame Martha, she gave him the booze. It's a wonder he has enough to get this drunk right now. Another few shots and he may have some serious alcohol poisoning going on. It's been a bad night and what pretending he's done has taken its toll. But a thought has occurred to him, and its giving him a little joy. He would like to share this thought. Jack holds up one finger on each hand; they should be even, but. Really. They're just very unsteady.]

Tosh. [He waves his left finger about. This is Tosh.] Owen. [Right hand!] You two. You two, you two. You should. Y'know. Have you? You should.

[And now are there's a lewd hand gesture or two. He's on a chair without arms and is about two seconds from toppling over. Especially giving how much he's laughing.] You really, really real should.

[The hand gestures have to pause, because he's reaching for his glass and taking a few more gulps. Alcohol poisoning ahoy. Some of the humor seems to be swallowed as well, because Jack isn't as happy looking when he lowers the glass.]

Doctor. Doc, I'm mad at you. Not with the scarf and the flower...flora thing, you. One with the hair. Yeah. Mad.

Strip twister. The twentieth. No danger of flying balls. Well - not the rubber kind. Anyone interested, stop by my room. Level three, room fifteen. I think everyone could use the lift after that mess in the dining hall.

Speaking of, any new information on that? I saw someone was looking into the radiation.

Saxon, you've been quiet. That keeps up, you'll give me an ulcer. I don't like ulcers. Tell me you're not wearing those awful clothes anymore.

Did anyone get hit by this that I really ought to know about?

[Private to the Master]

I could put this off longer, but I'd rather get it over with. Time to talk with your new warden.

Well. It was fun while it lasted. Kind of nice, being so aware of your breasts and hips. C'est la vie, right?

Now then. Who's still interested in strip dodgeball/poker?

[Private to Spike]

Are we still not talking about that amazing thing we're not talking about? Just wanna be clear on details. Like 'never.'

[Private to Angelica Sexby]

We haven't met, ma'am, but I promised Armand I'd ask if he could borrow some of your clothes, while this flood continues. He's uncomfortable, and I think getting him in clothes that fit will help him relax.

[Private to 11-12]

Hey. I hear you're in the infirmary. How you holding up?

I'm starting to thing the Admiral works on a give take basis. He throws Davros aboard, but we get this almost immediately after.

It's been a while since I was a girl, I think I missed it. Everything's so bouncy and soft. Funny story, well, I guess it's a couple funny stories, but the first one's always the best. The Notrycon system's a funny little place.

Anyway, I can't decide if strip dodgeball's best played this way or if I should hold off till it's passed.

[Private to Tosh and Owen]

Stay away from Davros. I don't care if it sounds like an order, you stay away from him.

You all just had a port, which was apparently a chance to stretch your legs and be horrified. But my legs are getting cramped, so I have a proposition for you, bargemates. Strip poker.

Or, for the truly daring, strip dodge ball. I'm sure the gym could meet our requirements.

Takers?

This could be worse.

It's bound to be better than the last bar I was at, anyway - speaking of, stay away from the Gliese system, kids. They aren't very friendly there. I've had better service in the Silver Devastation; and the hypervodka was watered down. Huge disappointment.

So I guess this is a fresh fresh start. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. I'll be a warden here for a while. Now, who wants to start the introductions? I've got all the time in the world.