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[coffeeking]

[The video comes on, and without further ado...]

Many of you know me, many of you probably don't. My name is Ianto Jones, and I've been here since the first jump. That's about one and half years now, not counting the time spent in stasis. Back home, I worked for an organization called Torchwood in Cardiff, Wales, on Earth. We were tasked with monitoring a rift in time and space that ran through the city and deposited everything from space debris to living aliens directly on our doorstep. It's safe to say that I have some small experience with the extraterrestrial, many of whom look monstrous but are no better or worse than you or I. In fact, if I've learned anything, it's that the worst monsters aren't the ones who look frightening, they're the ones you least expect. They're the ones who look human, whether or not they really are.

In light of recent events, I thought it prudent to mention that. Many of you haven't been here long enough to remember, but our dear Captain has been implicated in a murder before. A man – a good man – nicknamed Hotspur, discovered a vital piece of information and sought out Ward and Resnik to ask them about it. He was mysteriously locked in a room during the subsequent jump, unable to get out and make it to the gravity couches where he would have been safe. He was able to send us a final message and share what he'd learned before he died horribly.

After Hotspur's death, a small group of us agreed that information needed to be found and shared, but kept from Ward and Resnik's prying eyes. We founded a loose-knit organization called Cambitas in order to share and distribute information anonymously. We started and maintained the information posts, but kept quiet about our identities for our own protection, something that some people took exception to. As it turns out, it was all a bloody useless waste of time anyway. Thanks to the pirates, we've now established that our encryptions are a joke. We can lock things away from each other, but Ward and Resnik have been able to see through us the whole time.

So consider this a coming out party. If we haven't been killed yet, we may as well open the lines of communication completely. The other members of Cambitas will introduce themselves or stay mum as they see fit. They know I'm doing this, but I'm not naming names unless they tell me to.

I've also attached the usual information post, but you'll find it's hopefully somewhat improved. We've been working on it, and plan to keep working on it. This is just step one. Please read it, and no we don't have a Cliffs Notes version. We've tried to make it as easy to navigate as possible. If you have questions, ask. If you have anything to add, tell us. And I'm sorry we got rid of the flowers, but as attention-grabbing as they were, people predictably took the whole thing less seriously.

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[Locked from the Master for obvious reasons, visible to everyone else]
On a less official note, I'm calling a meeting of anyone who knows the Doctor or is familiar with Torchwood. In other words, those of you from the same world I'm from… or a similar one, at least. I keep running into you lot unexpectedly, and I think it's a good idea if we all introduce ourselves.

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[backwardscompatible]

Not fond of surprises, are we? I may have been known to let the Doctor interfere with my business on the odd occasion.

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[51stcentury]

Is that what they're calling it these days?

[Just a sex joke. Common from Jack. He's ironically got absolutely no clue about anything to do with her relationship with the Doctor at the moment.]

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[backwardscompatible]

The things I could tell you about that bowtie... [Is she joking? Who knows]

[coffeeking]

I really should have guessed, based on our previous conversations.

[backwardscompatible]

We all have our blind spots.

So, just how closely do you work with Jack?

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[discretion]

[This one's a teenager, pale-haired.]

...Thank you very much for taking the time to post this. [darkly muttering] I knew this place was wrong somehow.

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[discretion]

But considering this is our coming out party, is there wine?

[coffeeking]

Wrong more than somehow. It's possibly wrong everyhow. [Ianto, that isn't a word.]

But yes, why not? That's our usual coping mechanism here. I hear there's a party in the gardens.

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[idkmybffbloodwing]

Hope you're doin' the right thing, comin' forward with this.

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[goldshirt]

So do we.

[maybe it's half a challenge to Ward and Resnik themselves, a dare. if they've known this whole time, they could have killed them all by now. it begged the question: why haven't they?]

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[He chuckles softly before replying, his amusement evident in his tone.]

Wouldn'ta taken you for one a' the people behind Cambitas, chico.

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[cargojet]

Òverconfidence kills people every day.

[coffeeking]

So does neglecting to take risks, or so I was reminded by a mutual friend.

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[constructum]

Ianto. [ yes, this is her looking and sounding clearly surprised. ]

Who else has been helping you with this?

[coffeeking]

Ariadne.

I'm not naming names. They can do that themselves.

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[refusing]

I might be familiar with the both of 'em.

[And here's Rose, looking a mixture of highly curious and also highly suspicious. Torchwood is a sensitive subject to her right now.]

Don't think I've ever seen you before, though.

[coffeeking]

Nor I you.

[And he knew most of Torchwood One, and obviously all of Three, and Two was just Archie... Wait a second.]

Please tell me you're not from Torchwood Four. This place is weird enough without that lot popping back up from wherever they disappeared to.

[Please let her be from UNIT. Or even the bloody Home Office.]

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[memorari]

[ private because clara really isn't sure if she's comfortable with the doctor's other friends yet. plus, spoilers. ] I know the Doctor, though he doesn't know me. [ ha ha ha. she's a teensy bit bitter, alright? ] What's a Torchwood? Is it a space thing?

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[coffeeking]

Ah. Timeline problem? [He says this with far more understanding than any normal human being should have, especially so since he isn't a time traveler himself.]

Torchwood is... sort of. You missed the first part of the video, didn't you? Wind it back a bit.

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[ex_inventive578]

I know the Doctor quite well, actually. Though perhaps not as well as I should. Is there a reason you're wanting to keep track of us? Planning on throwing a party? I do like a party.

[coffeeking]

[he recognizes your voice, Doctor]

Back again, are you? And without your memories, otherwise you wouldn't bother with the poor attempt at subterfuge.

[thoughts]

Indictus.

[ what a marvel. ]

A bold proclamation.

[coffeeking]

Somehow, I find it less bold than riding a pteranodon. Still up for further attempts?

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[ryuuzaki]

Why am I not surprised?

[OOC: I'm assuming that they know each other on sight in a handwavey, have maybe exchanged a few yeses-and-nos, never-actually-have-a-real-conversation kind of way! But if it's OK with you, Ianto would probably know who "Ryuuzaki in Comms" is... since L is probably there a little more than he should be.]

[coffeeking]

It's possibly my stunning wit that gave me away. Or you spend far too much time in Communications. You do sleep, don't you?

[OOC: Sounds good to me! he's probably served L coffee at some point, and put in a shitload of sugar and a proper amount of cream without L ever having to ask him to.]