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notjusteyecandy (notjusteyecandy) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-08 23:37:00

Entry tags:

complete, day five, ianto jones, jack harkness

Day Five: Your coffee, sir
Who: Ianto and Jack
When: Day Five, early morning
What: Ianto brings coffee. Because that is what he does.
Where: Jack's room
Rating: PG so far...
Status: Complete

Ianto had thought he'd seen Jack at the ball, through the swirl crowds of laughing or angry or imperturbable costumed revellers. But he couldn't find him in the end, and he'd refrained from knocking on Jack's door. It was too late at night, and he didn't want to give the wrong impression.

Pfft. Impression. Ianto didn't have a clue what kind of impression he wanted to give. On the one hand, he wanted to grab Jack by his greatcoat lapels and snog him senseless. On the other.... well, dammit, he wanted to be courted. Or at least bought dinner. While he didn't disbelieve Jack's story that they came from different points in their timeline, he also didn't want to skip all the stuff that he had clearly missed, even if Jack had indeed lived through it. Ianto wanted more than that.

Some habits were hard to break, though, and so at 8 a.m. sharp he rapped upon Jack's dormitory door, steaming mug of coffee in hand to present to his captain.

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-28 10:23 pm UTC (link)

Taking the steaming cup in his hands, Jack lowered his face just enough to get a sniff of the aroma. So far so good. So far Jack had gone four days without so much as a decent cup of coffee (or coffee of any sort for that matter) and he was just starting to enter the stages of withdrawl. Right now it coffee flavoured water would be a vast improvement.

"Terrible," Jack agreed, taking a sip at last. No, not the strength he was used to, but definitely better than nothing. And, at the present, beggars couldn't be choosers. "What, you think I'm going to dash all of your hopes when I haven't had a cup of coffee since I got here?" Jack took another sip, leaning against the door frame. "It's not bad. Nowhere near normal strength, of course. But I suppose it'll do. If I have to."

No, Jack was never an ass. Ever.

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-28 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Ianto did not, of course, bother to hide his eyeroll. "Glad to be of service, your highness," he said. "Until we figure out why exactly we're here and how we can get back it'll have to do."

He glance right and left, as though worried that another host of goblins would come tramping down the hall to drag him off to another ridiculous masquerade. "Are we being listened to?" he asked, lowering his voice. "Is it safe to talk without interference here, or is the entire city wired? Without any sort of normal surveillance gear, it's difficult to tell." He did not point out that if he were still with Torchwood One, he'd likely have awakened with surveillance gear in his satchel. A few months ago he would have, but he'd grown to be more a part of the Torchwood Three team.

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-28 10:30 pm UTC (link)

"That's Captain," Jack shot back with a smirk. "And if that's 'highness', I'm going to assume you meant King and not Queen or Princess."

Jack frowned, watching Ianto look around as if he was expecting something to jump out of the woodwork within the next few minutes. Well, around here, that wasn't out of the realm of possibilities but at least with the masque, Jareth had informed them of their attendance ahead of time. So, Jack supposed, if things were going to continue to happen, they'd be apprised of when they'd be pulled for things and events. "Don't know to be honest," Jack replied. "I haven't gotten readings but it's hard to say if this place is too primitive to even be picked up." Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his free hand. "Or the guy's omnipotent, which, really, just isn't fair. Blonds don't have the right to be omnipotent."

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-28 10:33 pm UTC (link)

"Is he a Time Lord, do you think?" Ianto asked. He was used to Jack either having all the answers or pretending while Ianto himself had them. "I don't recognize him from any of the archival data I've gone through, nor does he ring any bells with the folklore with which I'm familiar." Which was a lot. "I had hoped to request an audience with him last night, but that didn't happen."

He frowned and gestured impatiently at the door. "Are you going to invite me in or not? We need to discuss strategy, Jack. I need to know what you know so that I can get to work contacting the others. We have to extract ourselves as soon as possible."

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-28 10:34 pm UTC (link)

The question took Jack off guard and he froze, mind whirling through events of the past year. The last Time Lord who ended up being not the last one. "No," Jack said simply. "The Doctor is the last Time Lord and if he was, I'd think the Doctor would have said if he was," Jack replied. "I don't know who the bloke is. Other than I think he's picked a few different time periods to make his home."

Stepping aside, Jack silently invited Ianto in. "Only if you're sure I'm not going to take advantage of you." With a wink, Jack headed back into the bedroom, returning with a shirt, buttoning it up half way and slipping the braces up over he shoulders, rejoining Ianto. "All I know is this Jareth bloke fancies himself a king and has brought all of us here but for what purpose? Ya got me." Jack settled himself on the arm of a chair, taking up his cup of coffee once more, voice taking on that typical 'explanation' tone. "Extraction?" Jack gestured out the window. "Is running the Labyrinth. The Doctor's mentioned attempting it. Something tells me that the only way we're getting out of here is if we run it." Not exactly a comforting thought.

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-28 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Ianto didn't hide his amused expression at Jack's Britishism. It was only to be expected, for the sheer number of decades Jack had spent on this side of the Atlantic. Well, on the side of the Atlantic where they used to be. He had no idea where the Atlantic was in comparison to themselves at just this moment.

"Any idea where we are geographically? This isn't the magical place that everyone seems to think it is. Is it?" He didn't know what he wanted the answer to be. "This place reminds me of those... faerie things, or whatever they actually were. It feels like there's much more beneath the surface than we're seeing just now, and whatever is there is rather a sight darker than we're being led to believe."

He stepped in, following Jack's every gesture with a careful gaze. Snorting at the suggestion of running the Labyrinth, he muttered, "Oh yes, that's brilliant. 'Hello, I'm a king and I will let my kidnap victims go if they wander through a bloody maze. I am benevolent like that.' This isn't bloody Alice in Wonderland or Victorian England. Why aren't you working on getting in contact with Tosh or Gwen?"

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ex_notethest397
2009-04-28 10:39 pm UTC (link)

There may have been Britishisms, but Jack still didn't know a lick of Welsh after living there for a good century. He did, however, maintain that he would be fluent in Welsh before Ianto introduced him to family -- consequently, Jack figured he was safe for a while.

"None," Jack said. "It's almost as if the place is completely out of time and space. You know as well as I the number of universes that exist in our own plane, not to mention the sheer number of alternate dimensions." For the second time in the space of twenty minutes, Jack froze and didn't bother to hide the uncomfortable expression on his face. "I'll say that when I start seeing rose petals." He did and Jack would attempt to hardwire the TARDIS... or something. "Trust me, I don't like it either, Ianto.

"Because it's not possible. Don't you think I've tried?" He pointed to the kitchen table where his earpiece sat abandoned. "Coms aren't working nor is this," he tapped his wrist strap. "At least, not in the communication capacity." Jack smirked. "Besides. Where's your sense of adventure? Chance to walk through the unknown for a chance at freedom?" So maybe Jack was insane in finding such a thing fun.

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