Well, Barge. It's been fun. [No. No it has not.] It's about time I head on my way. You know, feed that traveling itch. Get the hell away from this particular brand of insanity. I'd rather take a Nostrovite right now. Another go with Aboddon would be better.

Someone get an eye on Vidal; he's got a case of homophobia like I haven't seen since World War II. He doesn't bat an eye at torture, either; trust me on that.

Doctors, it's been a pleasure. [Except for the part where he's still blaming him for Ianto's death. But hey, why be bitter.] Take care of yourselves, everybody. Play some strip twister in my name.

Armand's coming with me, by the way; a modern world tour's starting to sound pretty good. He'll be back. I won't.

(((Aaaand once goodbyes and/or hugs are had - spam is awesome - and Armand's affairs are in order, Jack's peacing out with him. It's been awesome, guys, thanks for being my Jack test drive. <3)))

Ladies, gentlemen, I feel like it's introduction time. My name is Jack Harkness. Some of you old timers may remember that epic capture the flag game a few years ago that earned me the nickname Captain - newbies, feel free to use it. It doesn't matter that you weren't there to see me in all my glory; I'm sure you'll see it this summer soon enough.

Now, I've been coming here for years and years, so if you have any questions at all, come ask me. I'll set you straight, maybe over lunch. My ghost stories will keep you up for weeks, though - fair warning. Smores usually help.

Girls, boys - summer's the time to loosen up and try new things. New hobbies, new sports, new opportunities. I'm all about giving you those opportunities.

[Private to Vampire Armand]

If you ever touch St. Just again, I will make what you've done in the past two days look like child's play, do you understand me?

So. Something weird's going on with the journals.

[This is his I'm okay guys but not really post. :|]

All right, that's it.

The Master's still in Zero as far as I know. I don't I'm not dealing with kids. If someone else wants to change his diaper, go for it. Just leave me out of it.

[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. :>)))

[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.

[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?

[Private to Tosh and Owen]

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

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.