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lucy saxon isn't as dumb as she seems to be (neverthatbright) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-30 21:18:00

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WHO: Lucy Saxon and Ianto Jones
WHAT: A random encounter.
WHEN: Late afternoon; around 5PM
WHERE: Downtown Colligo
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Lucy wasn't very fond of this place called Colligo. It kept changing things around, messing with people in ways she didn't particularly like. The most recent pandemic had been the sudden altering of personalities that some were experiencing. Normally she would have found such a situation to be quite entertaining. However one of the first to be affected was Harry and he still, what felt like ages later, wasn't back to himself.

It wasn't that Lucy had a problem with the new version of her husband. He was certainly nice enough, and quite thoughtful and caring. Spending time with him was a calming endeavour. And that, really, was exactly the problem. She missed her Harry. She missed the man she married, the one who would go from giddy to dangerous in less than the blink of an eye. Yes she didn't have to worry about this one hurting her, but he was not the man she'd fallen in love with and Lucy was quite ready to have that man back.

Unfortunately there wasn't anything she could do to speed up the process and just sitting around in the flat waiting didn't seem all that productive. Wanting to take her mind off her troubles for a bit she'd made her way to the streets. The last time she'd wandered aimlessly she'd wound up turned around then ran into the Doctor. This time she was hoping her outing wouldn't be quite so adventurous but was more than willing to risk it. So armed with her PDA and some cash should something catch her eye, Lucy made her way toward an area of the city that seemed to have a little something for everyone.

It was as she was turning from a window display that had caught her eye, some half an hour later, that she spotted in the reflection someone who made her stop in her tracks. Ianto Jones. She remembered him from Torchwood, the organization having more than earned Harry's attention during his rise to power in Great Britain. She wasn't sure if the man had seen her yet and wanted to believe that he wouldn't recognize her even if he had. Yet while the urge to flee was strong, Lucy also knew she couldn't just walk away. Not when there was at least someone here who might be passingly familiar to her.

So more than willing to risk any possible hostility for being on two very opposite sides of the spectrum of morality, Lucy turned from the window toward where the man in question stood. Her expression was a carefully blank one, blue eyes wide and lips slightly parted as she met his gaze without flinching.

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inloyalservice
2010-12-01 04:49 am UTC (link)

In some ways Ianto was glad to return to the chaos of Colligo, and not just because if he weren't here he'd be dead. Something about the insanity of this place was comforting. And, of course, there was the fact that Owen or Tosh could show up alive and well. He still missed them, more than he cared to admit, and he felt like their deaths had been such a waste. The possibility of seeing them again warmed something inside of him.

He didn't even particularly mind the current issues. It had happened before, the last time he was here, and at least this time Jack wasn't a frankly awful version of himself. Still, he was beginning to think he'd take that problem over no Jack at all...so long as it was a temporary thing and not a permanent state. He missed Jack, but he was settling back in to life in Colligo. He still had his account from before, which had been gaining interest, and he was thinking about setting up a coffee shop. It might not have had the excitement and danger of Torchwood, but it was something he could enjoy.

It was quiet, being here without anyone who really knew him, and Ianto found himself taking long walks to pass the time, making himself as familiar with this city as he had been with Cardiff. The air was chilly, something about it suggesting snow might come soon, and he briefly mused that the city would likely be very pretty with a light coat of snow. Then his attention was caught by a familiar face. If there was one thing Ianto was good for, it was remembering faces. And Lucy Saxon was certainly a familiar one. He'd seen her, of course, during the elections before the year he couldn't remember, but he hadn't realised she was here.

"Mrs. Saxon," he greeted her politely, even as he was aware she could be a threat. "How are you doing today?" There was never a reason not to be cordial.

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neverthatbright
2010-12-01 05:00 am UTC (link)

As far as greetings went, it was a perfectly polite one. Cordial to the point of being almost painful, really, in Lucy's opinion. Which was how she preferred it, if she were being honest. Politeness, after all, left little room for surprise and she'd certainly had enough surprise with the changes in her husband recently that she really didn't need any others.

Tipping her head toward him, she found her voice after a brief second of pause. "Mr. Jones," she replied simply, softly. "I've no complaints." She paused as a small group of rambunctious teens made their way past while paying very little attention to the two outsiders standing there. She watched them go, her expression an unreadable one as she idly wondered how it was the locals were so capable at ignoring anything even slightly out of the ordinary around them.

With a blink, she looked back to Ianto.

"And how are you doing today?" she asked him with just a touch of curiosity. She couldn't help it. Yes, they'd never had a reason to speak before and could easily never find a reason again. However he was someone passingly familiar, from the same reality she was from, and unless he'd had team members show up when she wasn't looking, he was even more alone in this strange city than she was. There was potential there. The only real question was whether Lucy would have the nerve to use it to her advantage or would simply let it pass by, unacknowledged.

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inloyalservice
2010-12-01 05:34 am UTC (link)

Politeness was something Ianto had mastered long ago. Between having to be careful to the extreme in London, lest he say the wrong thing and get on Hartman's bad side, and purposefully fading into the background in Cardiff before Jack had pulled him out of his shell, Ianto was well versed in hiding his thoughts behind carefully chosen words. Besides, though he had some problems with the Master, they did not extend to the Time Lord's wife. From all he had seen, she seemed quite nice, even if she did have questionable taste in partners. Of course, some would say his taste was equally questionable, so he had no room to judge.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, looking at the people around them with some interest. They were so terribly normal, unless you tried to ask them questions, and that in itself was terribly fascinating. They were resilient, that was for sure, and capable of remaining unaffected through so much. Of course, in his experience, the same could be said of humans.

"I'm quite well, thank you," he said with a small smile. There was a moments pause and then he spoke again. "I suppose I could comment on the niceness of the day now, and how it might snow soon, but Wilde put it best when he said that conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative." He glanced over at the window she'd been looking at before. "What brings you out today?"

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neverthatbright
2010-12-01 05:35 am UTC (link)

She smiled lightly at the reference to Wilde and readily agreed. If the conversation had tapered off into discussions of the weather she would have wandered away rather quickly, easily bored. It was one thing, after all, to be polite. It was another to have inane discussions about topics neither person cared about.

Her own gaze flickered back to the window display. The bright colours caught the eye easily, the gaudy holiday lights offset by tastefully scattered objects meant to entice early shopping. There wasn't anything there that had gained her interest, really, and she looked back to Ianto with a small shrug of her too thin shoulders. She could lie and simply say she was doing a spot of shopping. She could even simply avoid answering directly, give some sort of flippant response, then turn the question back on him. However there was something about Colligo, about finding someone passingly familiar in a sea of such strangeness, that made Lucy hesitant to offer anything but the truth to such a seemingly innocuous question.

"Harry."

The name was said softly, as little more than a sigh. Lucy's gaze dropped briefly to the ground as her brow furrowed, deep lines marring the otherwise smooth expanse of skin across her forehead. As her blue gaze snapped back up to Ianto, she explained as best she could.

"This place has changed him," she began, choosing her words carefully. There was a distance in her voice as well, a faint, silent worry that she would say something amiss and therefore not certain she should say anything at all. In lieu of standing there awkwardly, she made herself continue despite her reservations.

"Some would say for the better, considering. I happen to disagree."

She didn't elaborate, instead glancing across the street at a group waiting near the entrance of some upscale restaurant. "I wonder if they're what's to become of us," she mused softly, nodding ever so slightly at the locals.

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