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madeinwales (madeinwales) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-19 19:37:00

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connor temple, day 1: reboot, ianto jones, location: library

Who: Ianto Jones and Conner Temple
What: Rising and Shining in Vas Captio
When: Round 8 am
Where: The Library
Rating: PG - Can't imagine more than swearing going on
Status: Active

When he had fallen asleep the night before, it was after one of those work nights that pummelled him, inside and out. Where the case being worked upon was an insane sort of mess that involved chasing things, getting smacked around, beaten up and wrenching his brain around for something resembling a sparkling solution and ending up with just an ending. Which wasn't terribly bad, since it didn't involve (much) blood, but it did involve far too many hours awake.

Ianto had propped himself up against the wall, waiting for the coffee machine to drip enough caffeine into a cup so he could bloody shotgun it, just so he could make it to a bed. His eyes had drooped closed for just a moment, really ....

... and he woke, propped up against what felt like shelves and with the scent of old books in the air. At his feet was a tin kit with the words "Vas Captio" stamped on it. Warily, Ianto bent to sort through it, brow wrinkled in thought as he glanced about very unfamiliar surroundings. The strange part of this was that it felt like it should have been familiar.

But that was ridiculous. He'd never been here before! But why did it feel like he was forgetting something? He was Ianto Jones! He didn't forget! Except the feeling continued to nag.

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leconnortemple
2010-06-20 01:32 pm UTC (link)

Connor had been having trouble falling asleep for some time. So when he finally did drift off, he didn't really expect it to be such a sound sleep. But he slept long and hard and when he woke up... No. No, that was definitely not right. Something was off. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know something was wrong.

He was curled up in a sleepy little ball, but he was wedged between two shelves full of books. Old, mildewed books with that smell that you sometimes found when you opened an old box you hadn't seen in years. But it smelled and looked familiar. Horrifyingly familiar.

What he'd thought was a dream... But he woke up. In said dream. Again. A recurring dream? Or some sick joke? Because there was that stupid kit by his side. Which meant in it was a journal. A journal he'd poured his heart and soul into. And his fears.

"Well how's that for deja vu?" he muttered out loud, touching his pants to find he'd been snagged from bed this time. At least he didn't wear something embarrassing to sleep, like just his shorts or worse...nothing! Flannel pants and a t-shirt were just fine, thanks. Even if said tee was his 'Welcome to the Dork Side' one.

He heard rustling nearby and paused. That would prove if it had been a dream or not. "Kimberly?" he called, half of him wanting to be right and half of him praying he was wrong. He'd cared about her, but he didn't want to be back here, either. And there was Abby to consider, even more so now. He'd thought it was a dream, it hadn't counted, God this was stupid.

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madeinwales
2010-06-20 02:02 pm UTC (link)

Ianto crouched with a sock on his hand and his fingers poking out the hole and waggling a bit when he heard the voice. It wasn't a bad voice, as all things went. It sounded rather pleasant, actually.

"Ah, no, not Kimberly," he called back. It should be obvious it wasn't Kimberly, given that Ianto had a nice, rich baritone. Though, he supposed Kimberly could too, in certain circumstances.

Mind and feet wandering, as he tried to piece this together and to ignore the awful feeling of forgetting things (He was Ianto Jones! He NEVER forgot things! Honestly, what was wrong with his mind?!) he poked round till he found the source of the voice. Blinking a little, he lifted the socked hand in hallo, paused, then swapped hands, tucking the socked one behind his back. "Ah, hallo. Um. I'm .. Ianto. Like the t-shirt."

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leconnortemple
2010-06-20 07:47 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't her. Then maybe it was all a recurring dream after all. But the voice sounded familiar. Not a close friend of his--most of the people he'd befriended, save Tonks, had American accents and this one was distinctly British. Welsh, more than likely. But it was definitely familiar.

When the bloke raised his sock-covered hand, Connor had to hold back a giggle. Because frankly, he didn't find being back in that place funny in the slightest. He'd nearly died. Several times, actually. He got enough of that back home, he really didn't want it here, too. But it was a hand. With a sock on it. Bit like one of those puppets.

"There's a shirt called Ianto?" Seriously, Connor? Seriously? Was that honestly the first thing he could think to say? And then he realised Ianto was probably referring to the one he was wearing and he turned pink a little and shrugged. "Um, yeah. Hi. I'm Connor. You look familiar." Also probably not the smartest first thing to say, but hey, he was confused and a bit annoyed.

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madeinwales
2010-06-20 09:22 pm UTC (link)

"There's a shirt called Ianto?" he repeated back, probably just as confused as Connor was, and blinked for a moment. "No! Well. There could be, but I doubt it. I'm Ianto and I like your shirt." Hopefully that would straighten things out a bit. Only a bit, at least.

Behind his back, Ianto yanked the sock off his hand, then hurridly stuffed it into a pocket. "Sorry. Um. Was examining the socks. You.. do too. Have we met before?" The question was a depressing one, to Ianto. He remembered people. Never forgot a face. Except this time, it seemed.

"And why are you in your jim jams?"

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leconnortemple
2010-06-21 03:34 am UTC (link)

Connor couldn't help it. He didn't want to be back here, especially not without Kimberly, but he had to laugh. Not in a mocking way, just amused. May as well look on the bright side. "Sorry, slow moment there. Just uh... Yeah, never mind. You're..." He racked his brain. The man was familiar, the voice was familiar, but the name was slipping his head. "Jones." The bloke from the gym when he and the others were kids. That had actually happened? Impossible. But there he was in the flesh. And it was his library, unchanged. This was the guy who'd brought the snacks and stuff.

"Uh, yeah, I think we have," he agreed, trying to remember any other times he'd run into the Welshman, but couldn't, not right away at least. "Here, actually. Which I didn't think could possibly be real. So..." Ugh. This was ridiculous.

As Ianto's last statement sank in, so did the pink in Connor's cheeks. "Um. I'm guessing they took me from bed. While I was asleep, you know?" Not that he ever got to do anything else in bed. Insert annoyed and frustrated Connor there, yeah.

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