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)))

Well that was fun. [Note that he doesn't sound like he's been having fun at all.] Nothing like a few teenage hormones to give us all a weekend off, huh?

[Private to Armand]

Did Vidal hurt you? Are you okay? I didn't see you during the flood.

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

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

[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?

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?