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Gwen Cooper (welshcurves) wrote in silverage,

Ianto was at work and Jack was doing laundry, which left the ladies of the Harkness-Jones-Cooper household to entertain themselves. Gwen was job hunting, though she hated it, and she was about to put out an ad for work. This time, however, she was willing to settle for a job in an office. She was looking at this position as a cover, and she desperately needed the access to things like a mimeograph and a copier.

The room which was originally Ianto's in their flat had undergone its second transformation. Ianto's room had become a playroom and the playroom had become the new Torchwood archives. With monsters and deadly creatures showing up, Torchwood was back on the case cataloguing and tracking and archiving. They were attempting to create some sort of guide for defense... and most importantly, some type of way to track the creatures. Eventually, they'd need cells and an official sort of base, but for now, the room in their flat would do just fine.

For now, she'd decided to escape the oppressive heat of the laundromat Jack was using and take Anwen for a bit of an outing. She ended up in a diner, sipping coffee and chewing on rashers absently while reading the job postings. At least until, Anwen had gotten fussy and demanded her own meal.

Anwen was lazily suckling a bottle when Gwen overheard the man in the booth behind them order "chips". She was used to different accents in this city, but now, when she heard them she always stopped to wonder. She smiled down at Anwen before turning around in the booth. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, ironically since her accent gave her away as Welsh immediately.