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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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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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