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

Entry tags:

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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madeinwales
2010-06-27 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Ianto wanted to grin, but he hid it and looked away, presumably studying their surroundings. Not that they were interesting. He did reach over and prod at several of the books thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I did, that. We had had a very busy day and I needed to brew coffee to wake up enough to go home..." He wasn't sure if people in real life had days like that, to be honest. Finally, Ianto pulled down one of the books to flip through. If nothing else, it could be used as tinder, he reckoned.

"Dunno if it'd come back to me," he said, regarding Connor with a rather sober look. "I'd rather I forget this and wake up by my coffee pot. Think we should go and .. find people, then?"

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leconnortemple
2010-06-27 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Connor wished he didn't have that kind of day all the time. Though he'd take a strong cup of tea or a soda before coffee most days. Except those days Rex kept him up gnawing on his ears and then Danny expected him to come up with a theory or formula by the end of the day.

Odd. Danny hadn't been on the team the last time he'd been here, had he? No, no the more he thought about it, he hadn't. How did that work?

"Most of them are in pretty miserable condition," he commented randomly, as Ianto poked at a book or two. "You'll find most of the things in this...place are. There's a couple of good ones here and there, though. You just have to look." They'd been kidnapped and he was talking about books. Brilliant, really.

Should he leave? It was a good question. Part of him wanted to haul arse and run. Find the center of town and get out of there as quickly as possible. But there was still a little twinge of hope in him. "I don't know," he admitted. "Most of the people I know here...they'd know to find me here. This is sort of where I stayed last time." Except the time in the gym. But he wouldn't have been able to keep Kimberly safe there. Almost instinctively, his eyes drifted to the office room they'd shared, but of course, it was empty. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach; what if she was already dead?

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madeinwales
2010-07-04 10:40 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, they are pretty wretched, aren't they?" One of the books was pulled free and Ianto felt at the pages, trying them to see how dry they were. He hated the idea, but they could burn books at night. For warmth, if it got cold and for light. Because who knew what would be here in the dark? Ianto tucked the book firmly under his arm and nodded. "They'll make good kindling, at least, if we can find a lighter. I'm going outside, I think. Wasn't ever the type to sit in one place waiting to be found." Ianto offered Connor a quick grin. "Probably not a good thing, I suppose."

Ianto began to poke his way round the shelves, looking for an exit of sorts. They could find whomever it was that made Connor's eyes look so sad, he figured.

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