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Tweak says, "Who ate all the pies?"

Ianto Jones (readystopwatch) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2016-08-01 11:20:00

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ianto jones, kitty pryde (aoa), martha jones, spike

Day 387 | Action
[Closed to Spike]

[Two things register immediately with Ianto as soon as he wakes up. The first being that he's in an unfamiliar bed in an equally unfamiliar room with no idea how he got there. A moment ago he was in Cardiff, enjoying the sort of rainy night that turns the city into a maze, obscures figures, makes them easy to follow, easy to frighten, to scare down a dark alley where no one can see what's going on. Not that it's the kind of weather anyone would want to be out in, which is a good thing if, like last night, the girl he followed tried to scream for help. He likes hunting on raining nights for that reason and because it feels right, atmospheric, dramatic. It makes things feel more appropriate. And it's not as though he ever really needs to worry about being caught; working for Torchwood makes it absurdly easy to cover his tracks and he's far better at it than Suzie ever was. It's a stressful job, the kind that needs some sort of relief and if that relief happens to include strangling strange women in dark rainy alleys the very least it can do is provide him the resources to cover up the evidence. All he knows is that one moment he was debating whether to call Adam and ask for help cleaning this up because he gets it and doesn't really ask questions or just disposing of it himself and the next he's blinking his eyes open in this strange bed, wondering if he's been retconned.

The second thing he notices immediately is that there's someone else here and it's not Jack. He knows ever inch of Jack's body and whoever is curled around him isn't him. He's got a view of black nail polish on fingernails and an arm draped around him and neither of those give him enough information so he rolls over only to freeze in shock. God knows what he's done to his hair, but he knows that face and frankly John Hart is the last person he ever expected to wake up in bed with. He immediately amends his theory to some sort of retcon fueled sexual kidnapping which frankly sounds exactly like the sort of stupid scheme he'd pull. Did he catch him last night, with the girl? Did that fuel whatever the hell this is? He tries to ignore the little thrill of panic that runs through him at the thought, instead focusing on the disgust and annoyance he usually associates with John Hart as he sits up, pulling away from him and trying to get bearings.]

What's going on?

[Open]

[It doesn't matter what sort of explanation he gets, as soon as he can he'll be out of there, exploring his new surroundings, desperately wanting to get home. He can't just leave Torchwood behind knowing how often they end up being the last line of defense between the world and whatever the alien threat of the week is. Being trapped here makes him nervous, anxious and no matter how hard he tries to stifle it he can feel his stress building as the day goes by. He wishes it was raining.]

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chipswiththat
2016-08-02 04:59 am UTC (link)

[ Despite it all, it's been a few good days. Ianto sticking around despite the soul business, the words they exchanged, all that cemented this unsure, wobbly relationship they have going. Spike's been sleeping easier, safe in the assumption that if they go to bed together they wake up together. He won't get suddenly cut off one morning, won't get discarded, won't be forgotten.

Or so he thinks.

At the moment he hasn't quite realized just how wrong everything has just gone. He's still half asleep, groaning unhappily at Ianto's ongoing habit of being dramatic way too early in the day. ]

Really got to do something about this bloody lark behaviour, love.

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readystopwatch
2016-08-02 07:57 am UTC (link)

[He doesn't know he's spent the past few nights here, determined to keep an eye on him until he's sure he's alright, or that he's finally gotten around to moving in those spare clothes and a toothbrush and coffee machine. As far as he's concerned this is absolutely a situation that calls for easily morning dramatics. The only reason he hasn't climbed out of bed to look for clothes is because he's still too shocked for it to register that he should. Also, being called love is just as annoying as being called eye candy by this man.]

Where are we? What's going on? And why the hell am I in bed with you?

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chipswiththat
2016-08-03 04:13 am UTC (link)

[ You'd think after all this time he'd get used to the feeling of his heart breaking, but there's no such luck. Of course. Of course this, now, what else was he expecting? Feeling numb and far too awake, Spike sits up, sheet pooling in his lap.

Fuck. ]

You don't remember, huh? [ Not a question. A statement. The way things go here, it's likely just for the day but who knows? Maybe it's not. Maybe this is what it is now. He swallows. ] Doesn't matter. You'll feel better tomorrow.

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	readystopwatch 2016-08-03 10:46 am UTC (link)
	I remember being in Cardiff. The last time I saw you you were trying to blow up the damn city. [None of what John is saying is particularly helpful and why does he look like that? Devastated is the only word he can think of to describe it and it makes no sense at all.] What is this, some sort of scheme to get even with Jack or something? Did you retcon me? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2016-08-03 02:25 pm UTC (link)
	Not the guy you think I am. [ Short, tense, in an effort to not prolong the heartache. He doesn't look at Ianto as he crawls out of bed and into his jeans, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. Not going to get through this day without a lot of cigarettes and twice as much alcohol. ] Whatever this is, I had nothing to do with it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

readystopwatch
2016-08-03 02:42 pm UTC (link)

What are you talking about? Would you just tell me what's going on?

[Belatedly he realizes he should get dressed, too. There are clothes here that fit him, which is a different kind of creepy, and only one suit tucked in behind jeans and t-shirts which decently strikes him as odd. It's like someone picked out a wardrobe for him, but not one he would actually wear. Neither of those seem like things John would do. He'd either pick things to Ianto's taste just to make a point that he could or he wouldn't bother with any of the effort of getting them at all. He immediately starts putting the suit on, desperate to feel less vulnerable.]

Where am I?

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chipswiththat
2016-08-03 03:20 pm UTC (link)

[ He releases a shuddering exhale and a plume of smoke, back still turned to Ianto as he rubs the back of his hand across his eyes. Just rubbing out the remnants of sleep, of course. That's all. Jaw set he turns to face him, only managing it half-assed. ]

You're in prison. 'bout a mile under the sea — Marina, they call it. Far as I know you've been here for months, but... things are weird, here. Memories are weird. Clearly our darling captors saw fit to fuck around with yours.

And I'm not John. Let's get that very clear.

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readystopwatch
2016-08-03 03:50 pm UTC (link)

My memories? What do you mean? [And why does he seem so upset? He can't see his face but this doesn't seem like the reaction of a person who just had a one night stand or was casually sleeping with someone. He doesn't want to know what it is because the tension and combination of feelings radiating off him are not really something he wants to examine more closely right now. His fingers slow on his tie, puzzling over that last comment.]

Who are you, then? Why would we wake up together like this?

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chipswiththat
2016-08-03 04:39 pm UTC (link)

[ He groans at that, taking a deep drag and raking his fingers back through his hair. Really doesn't want to have this conversation — if it's temporary it'll all be set right, if it's permanent then they're fucked. ]

I'm Spike... and I think you can guess why you're in my apartment. [ Clothes, coffeemaker... that whole thing. ] Look — for all I know this bollocks will last until tomorrow and then we'll be back to normal. If not... doesn't really matter, does it?

	Night? kitty_has_claws 2016-08-02 10:33 am UTC (link)
	[Kitty decides to check out the prison at night and if ice cream falls into her hands she really can't be held responsible. She walks, looking around curiously. The fake sun is down and only the street lamps and lights from buildings are keeping things lit. It's darker than back home. Probably the miles of crushing ocean above them. Thanks, water.] (Reply to this) (Thread)