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madeinwales (madeinwales) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-09 21:53:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, day 07, ianto jones, jean tannen

Day 7. So not in Kansas anymore
Who: Ianto Jones and Jean Tannen and Open
What: Arrival Thread
Where: Forest, somewhere halfway between the clock tower and the barn
When: Day 7, morning
Rating: PG-mumblemumble (colorful and inventive cursing possibly to follow?)
Status: Active

It was cold and it was wet and his head was killing him. In short, it felt like a really bad, really strange hangover. Given who he worked for, the strange part wasn't too terribly odd but it didn't make the pain feel any better. The fact that his arse was freezing made it worse, in fact.

Keeping his eyes tightly closed against what felt like a crisp winter's morning in Siberia, Ianto sat up and immediately regretted it. His forward motion continued as he groaned, loudly, and deposited his head neatly into his hands. His hands were conveniently cold (and numb) and that seemed to help his head an awful lot. Something tumbled off his chest as he sat up, landing neatly in his lap and Ianto peeled back his eyelids to peer blearily at it. Even the subdued lighting under what appeared to be trees stabbed at his eyeballs, though, to be honest, the feeling was starting to fade. Slowly. Too slowly for his liking.

And the box in his lap made no sense. Ianto scrabbled a bit at the lid to open it and while he did so, he took a good long look around. Even if there wasn't much to see. Trees. Snow. More snow. And nothing that appeared to be familiar.

"This .. this.. I think I've become a Rift abductee."

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madeinwales
2009-05-17 12:26 pm UTC (link)

"I think the path of lease resistance is the more appealing pathway. And the most hopeful, you're right. Let's go that way and keep our eyes peeling. It's disturbing that there's no noise in this forest." He didn't think he could manage a hike through thick brush and bracken, to be honest. Shoes, more suited to running across pavement, weren't doing him much good and his toes were ridiculously numb.

Ianto followed suit, gathering up the little, pathetic survival pack and found some way to carry it without using numbed hands. Those he tucked under his arms and stepped off through the snowy mess. "This is ridiculous," he groused, under his breath.

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burythehatchets
2009-05-19 12:46 am UTC (link)

"It is both disturbing and unnatural," Jean said with a frown as he set a steady but brisk pace through the bracken and icy ground, his breath puffing out into the cold air, fogging up his glasses. He would have taken them off had he trusted his pockets not to have holes cunningly hidden in them somewhere, but he hadn't had time to comb over and sew this latest costume. Ianto's style of dress was undoubtedly something he hadn't seen before, and the man didn't look as if he was from any country Jean recognized, but he supposed he and Locke just hadn't been keeping up with the high fashions in foreign climes as well as they ought, and thought little more on it, devoting his energies instead to other pursuits, such as survival.

"That would be one word for it. I can think of several others, more vulgar and not fit for polite company," Jean replied, squinting through the blinding white to see something, anything in the distance. He had no concept of time anymore, and had no idea for how long they would be trudging until shelter appeared. He thought perhaps he saw a speck of something not snow, but it might have been his imagination.

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madeinwales
2009-05-19 08:16 am UTC (link)

"Disturbing and unnatural, yes," Ianto huffed, arms wrapped round himself for warmth. "And complete bollocks, to boot." He could get more vulgar if the other wanted, but Ianto suspected that the instant he started to swear, he probably wouldn't stop. This wasn't the worst situation he's been in (there were three far worse that sprang to mind) but it's the worst he's dealt with in some time.

"Where are you from?" he asked, trying to distract himself with small talk. Jerome seemed to be doing better with the whole hiking through the cold than Ianto was. But then, Ianto was used to running through a city. Paved streets were very easy to run on. "Oh, if you'd like to use more vulgar words, please do. I generally only pretend to be a gentleman. Politeness gets you far in society, but this .. really isn't society."

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burythehatchets
2009-06-01 11:55 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I can think of many uncharitable words for this situation," Jean groused under his breath, "some of them that would make one of Drakasha's sailors blush. Society be damned, this is...hellish never-ending tundra." Sadly, this particular traumatic awakening was rather low on the list of 'vaguely life-threatening mornings Jean Tannen has experienced to date'. Freezing to death, while unpleasant and best avoided, wasn't even in the top five ways he'd almost gone to meet the Lady Most Kind.

"That's an interesting question," he hedged, stomping his feet and slapping his thighs to keep his circulation going as he hiked. "I've just come from a rather trying stint as a sailor, which didn't quite agree with me, but the last port in which I docked was Tal Verrar--does that look like a roof to you?" Jean prayed fervently that it was. The building that had almost blended into the snow, the drifts had piled against it so, was squat and fit for storage, but it would do.

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madeinwales
2009-06-03 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Tal Verrar...? That wasn't any city Ianto had heard of and that was just as disturbing as finding himself here. "I uh. I'm from Cardiff." Which would mean very little to Jerome, if Ianto was any judge. But it did look like they were approaching rooftops and that was a perfect reason to pick up their pace. If there wasn't warmth, at least a building would be a better wind break. "It looks like. It really looks like it."

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and close?

burythehatchets
2009-06-10 12:38 am UTC (link)

"Cardiff?" Jean mused to himself, never having heard the name before. He wondered where Cardiff was. "That's...new," he admitted, thanking all the gods he could name and some he couldn't quite pronounce that they'd truly reached some sort of shelter. Kicking in the door wasn't necessary, since the whole structure looked rusted and old, but that hardly mattered. He was fully prepared to hunker down in whatever corner provided him most shielding from the cruel winds and start investigating that suspicious-looking journal. And that container of mystifying pills.

"After you, sir," Jean said, and motioned for Ianto to get in out of the cold. He was ready to follow in approximately two seconds.

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