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Tweak says, "I am Pretty, oooh so pretty!"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-16 13:40:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, day 08, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: museum, npc

Day Eight - Morning
Who: clone-Ianto Jones, Ianto Jones, and OTA museum-dwellers
What: Enigmas collide
Where: Out on the porch of the museum
When: Day 8, morning
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

A slow, intentional blink of his eyes and deliberately indulgent roll of his neck was the first thing that Ianto Jones felt when he came into existence. From the tree line, knee deep in snow and shielding his eyes from the sun, he looked out at the building before him. The museum. Yes, this was where he lived. He thought. He was almost certain. Slowly, a grin that didn't quite meet his somewhat menacing eyes spread over his lips and he rolled his neck and shoulders one more time before heading toward the building.

There was a jagged movement of his head to the side, a bit like a tic, as he made his way up the road, flexing his fingers and studying his hands in front of him as he did so. So this was what it was like to have a body. Things were still a little fuzzy in his mind. There was a blonde girl...and a slew of men ranging in age from teen to mid-life, at least by appearance. That much, he knew. And he knew that he was inside, or maybe that he should be. Ianto wasn't entirely sure, actually, what had become of his original self. He didn't care. Hopefully, the original had been taken by those who had created this version of Ianto; it'd be easier to infiltrate if he didn't have to come face to face with himself, after all.

He stopped on the porch, bending to brush the snow from his pants uselessly even as he stood in it and he scooped up some of the snow, then, standing rigidly erect as he balled it in his hands, awed of the sensation. Wet, but solid. Cold, but warming against his skin. He chucked the snowball, then, and watched as it soared through the air before dropping out of sight into a drift of snow across the road and Ianto leaned forward, his hands on the railing, staring out into the nothing and everything of the town.

Going indoors was an option, but he'd prefer waiting to see if anyone came out, first. Or, perhaps after a few moments of settling into this new body and muddled conscious mind, he would peek in the windows to assess the current situation inside. He felt no cold other than the tangible tactile sensation fading in his hands from having held the snowball; the sun was still coming up and the wind was blowing, but he couldn't really feel the warmth on his face or the bite of the breeze on his skin. Interesting.

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-17 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Doubt crossed over the Ianto clone's face for the briefest of moments after Jack said he couldn't tell the difference and looked back at the real Ianto, sounding accusatory. No, something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on what, exactly, but there was something.

Rather than betray his discomfort, the clone played it cool. The real Ianto started to pace and the clone Ianto sighed, looking at Jack. "Okay, listen...this is wrong on so many levels," he said. "When are you from?" he asked, eyes flicking back to the pacing actual Ianto. He paused, racking his brain and hoped for the best. "I'm from 2008," he offered and had to make a conscious effort not to hold his breath and stiffen in anticipation, hoping like hell that the real Ianto's memories in his head lined up in sync with the lie.

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capt_harkness
2009-05-17 10:38 pm UTC (link)

For the briefest of moments, Jack wondered if his Ianto had missed the cues as well. But there was no way he could clue him in on the secret without alerting the clone. Fuck.

Jack watched his Ianto move away, but didn't dare approach him. Buggering hell, this was not the way Jack had intended on spending the day. His intention was to go to the chemist's, make the compound, and wind the day up with the shag if they could find someplace private enough. This, however, was ruining every single one of his plans.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Jack asked, knowing full well what his Ianto's answer would be. He thanked his lucky stars he'd asked Ianto when they first met. But then again, Jack had been born under a very lucky star in that regard. "A lot of things happened that year."

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madeinwales
2009-05-17 10:54 pm UTC (link)

The best laid plans of mice and men rarely survive the first engagement. Isn't that how the saying went?

Ianto stopped pacing back and forth and twisted a bit to face Jack and the doppelganger. Both arms gripped his own biceps, tightly, and his fingers were twitching nervously. On both hands. One hand, though, was twitching away in morse code, a simple little message, fast as he could manage it. Trust U. Ianto risked the message for a few moments, until he was certain that Jack spied his fingers, then turned away again, to pace.

"Last thing I remember is a routine mission to a pawn shop. The owner had picked up a few things registering as not from Earth. I went to buy them. Nothing special."

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-18 10:17 pm UTC (link)

This was not going at all the way that the ingenuine Ianto had hoped. Jack was asking him for a specific example of what had happened last and there was no real time line in his muddled mind. Just images and facts; memories and thoughts. There was no specific order and he would have to make his best guess and hope like hell that it fell in the right year, at least. He didn't want to go too over the top, but he also did want to make sure it struck a chord, so he went with the most simultaneously intense and boring thing that he could think of.

"Being kicked in the stomach by Owen," he said. "He was trying to open the Rift to bring you back," he said to Jack. Please, God, let that have happened in 2008...

The real Ianto was getting antsy, his fingers fidgeting and his pacing stopping only for a few moments before resuming. Trust was a thought from the real Ianto that ricocheted through this Ianto's mind and it made enough sense, after all. He was hoping for Jack to trust that he was who he said he was.

The need to change tack entirely washed over the clone and he wanted - no, needed - to extract himself from the situation. Now. He just had no idea how to do it. He needed time to finish growing into this mind and to formulate a more effective plan...

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