Who: Ianto Jones & Open What: Getting coffee before work When: Saturday morning Where: Starbucks Warnings: Chicken killing Status: Open/Ongoing
As far as 'strange and interesting' developments, rampaging killer chickens were not something that Ianto would have thought the town would throw at them. He'd been expecting something crazy during the fair, but not chickens.
Did anyone ever expect chickens?
Despite that, the feral fowl had provided some fun the night before, and then again this morning on his way to work. If nothing else, they were at least good for target practice. Because he was not going to get chicken droppings on his shoes or his suit. Which meant there was a line of tiny, feathered bodies between the TARDIS and Starbucks this morning.
Ianto himself was patiently waiting in line for his coffee, smiling at the conversation he was having on his phone, looking up only when someone burst into the store, cursing at the birds. "It's easier if you just shoot them," Ianto said with a shrug and a smile. "And it does wonders for your mood."