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madeinwales (madeinwales) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-13 20:07:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 07, ianto jones, jack harkness, open

Day 07, eveningtime
Who: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness and anyone else who wants to join in!
What: Being found and hopefully explanations
Where: Starting at the clock tower, ending at the museum?
When: Day 07, evening
Rating: PG 13 for safety's sake
Status: Complete!

The sun was setting and that made the cold that much sharper. By this point, Ianto's lips were starting to turn blue, but at least he found a landmark that Jack knew. While he wanted, Ianto tormented himself with visions of blankets and mugs of hot tea, both of which he was certain he wasn't about to get. It was nice to dream, though.

Ianto stood in the doorway of the building, peering out into the snow, simply waiting, with his arms wrapped round himself and his worries clear on his face. This .. really wasn't a holiday. And he wasn't a Rift victim. He was a rat dumped in a cage for an experiment. Which was so much worse, despite the fact that the Rift could have tossed him anywhere and anywhen. But it was random. This ... this wasn't random. This was someone planning something and taking him specifically. Not a good thought to be having.

Ianto stamped his feet a bit, trying to return circulation and tried to just ignore all the unknown worries swarming round in his brain.

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madeinwales
2009-05-16 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Good coffee, as far as Jack was concerned, could be used to strip paint. But then Ianto rather liked it occasionally, too, so he wasn't one to talk. He worshiped at the altar of all coffee.

When Jack showed his wrist, Ianto reached up and brushed fingers over where the wrist strap should be. "Mm. Bastards took my stopwatch, too. It's more of a security blanket than anything, I'll admit. But it's just a stopwatch. Utterly harmless." What they could possibly want with it, Ianto didn't know. Really, though, he wished for his mobile.

As they walked, Ianto's head twisted this way and that, taking in the sights, run down as they were. It was odd. Like the town was completely abandoned before they were dropped into it. The lack of homes was a bit odd, too, but he reckoned that if people could be dropped in town without batting an eye, that they could build whatever the hell they damned well pleased. "This entire place is utterly decrepid. Like the whole point is to try and depress everyone."

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