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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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leconnortemple
2010-07-05 06:50 pm UTC (link)

The bibliophile in Connor winced at the thought of burning the library's collection, but he knew it might be necessary and he simply nodded. He remembered being cold. Very cold. One of the last days he remembered being there had been nearly freezing. He'd had to raid a thrift shop for shoes and coats and blankets. And he'd brought them back...well, here, actually. Roaring fires would've been lovely, why hadn't anyone thought of that before?

"Depends on who's looking for you, I suppose," he agreed with a shrug. "Sometimes I think it's probably better to go off searching for others. But...if the person I'm trying to find shows up at all, it'll be here." It hadn't been much, but they'd made it into home. And no way in hell was he leaving her to figure it all out for herself. Not again.

"Be careful out there, yeah?" he asked, already heading towards the door. At least that much of the layout hadn't changed. He gave the heavy door a pull and looked outside, almost as if he was expecting to see a load of people there waiting hopefully. Instead, the artificial feel of the environment settled around him and he sighed.

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