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Tweak says, "the cake is a lie"

madeinwales (madeinwales) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 21:15:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 12, dean winchester, ellen ripley, glados, ianto jones, jenny schecter, location: in town, open, remy lebeau

Day 12, morning!
Who: Ianto Jones and OTA
What: Not so good discoveries
When: Day 12, morning (round 9 ish?)
Where: Town square, by the straw dummies
Rating: PG

Status: Active

Sleeping in the barn wasn't the most comfortable thing there was, but the scent of hay and the feel of Jack nearby helped sleep find him fairly easily. Unfortunately, it meant that he felt stiff as all get out (not the fun kind of stiff, either) and that he needed to actually move to get himself feeling rather like himself again.

Ianto murmured something to Jack with regards to what he was doing and where he was going and took himself back to town, stretching his legs in a walk. No jogging. He had promised. It'd jostle his arm too much for anyone's liking, including his own. And, frankly, Doctor House scared him. The man was the crankiest beast Ianto had ever met and he had spent some time with Owen, after all.

Things seemed like they had calmed down a good deal, though it was still very quiet in what was left of the town. Ianto would have given an awful lot to hear some bird song around as he walked. But in a moment, that wish was forgotten when he stumbled up the straw men. Like bonfire night, only with the people in town. There was a man dressed like Logan. There was the Doctor's suit. There .. was a dress? Oh good God. And there was Jack's coat. Well, he'd be damned in someone was going to burn Jack in effigy!

Ianto stalked over, missing the other things laying about, and proceeded to strip the Jack dummy, wrestling the coat off. He might go after the rest of the clothes, too, since burning anyone in effigy in this place was a horrible thing at best. He swore under his breath as he worked, wishing for two good hands. The wool coat was heavy as hell and looked to be fairly authentic.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Gambit had just come from his walk in the woods with the Doctor, and he was both excited and sort of upset. It was a strange feeling to have, but he was more pleased than anything else. The morning had been good, over all. But following that little clash, he'd needed to get some air, and had found his way easily to the straw dummies circled in the center of the town. Huh. He'd watched for a few seconds as Ianto struggled to get that coat off of the dummy.. wait a minute. That was his coat on the next dummy over, and the Doctor's coat-- the Doctor's suit. Oh. That was his. The red-head was easily coming past Ianto with a smile, stepping up to start shrugging the Doctor's duplicate coat off of the straw dummy, folding it over his injured arm. However, he paused before going further.. maybe it'd be best to let the Doctor see all of these, before he began stripping them.

"You gon' be inappropria'e wit' 'dat dummy, Yan'no? Ain' 'de place t'be takin' 'de t'in's clo'hes off." The jab came with a bright smile from the Cajun, who had decided he'd keep that extra coat, for now. "Maybe you better leave 'dem. Let 'de Doct'r an' Capt'in Har'ness see 'dem firs'." Because he was sure something was very wrong here. But Gambit knew very little about the experiments, so didn't put two and two together. He did, though, point at the one wearing his coat. "'Dis one's par'icularly 'ttrac'ive." Announced simply, before he stepped back, looking them over. That one was clearly Jack, and The Doctor, and himself, and there was Logan.. But the others? The others, he couldn't pinpoint.

He might have said more... but the Cajun then noticed the items near the straw dummies and came forward, kneeling to look through them. Nothing important.. a meat grinder? Really? Wait-- was that a cake? Remy let out a slow sigh and scooped it up. That was his. Go ahead and try to stop him, Ianto, he'd take your legs off.

"Wha' you t'ink's goin' on?" More quietly asked, as he draped the Doctor's Fake!Coat over his stolen cake. Don't. Touch. His. Cake. Don't even look at it. It was his.

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hellsboy
2009-06-21 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Dean woke with fluttering eyelids to the bright light flooding the gym. He'd been there long enough to realize that it was not where he wanted to be anymore. In spite of his injuries, he knew he could make it to the house and take care of himself on his own there. He had more to do, trying to explore the old thing. It had too many damned rooms to do by himself quickly but he knew it was going to be important, especially if it hadn't collapsed in the earthquake.

Blinking again, Dean struggled to sit up in his cot, sliding his feet over the edge and into his boots. He winced as he stood and quietly picked his way between the wounded either still sleeping or sedated until he was outside the building. Slowly he stretched and groaned as it tugged at his broken ribs.

He hadn't gone very far when he heard a familiar voice. Rolling his eyes heavenward he continued forward and into sight of the red-haired, red-eyed man who had brutalized him while setting bones two days ago. There was another man and there seemed to be a circle of strange straw replicas of men. He caught sight of Sam's clothes and hurried his steps a bit to take him closer.

"Morning gentlemen. What's all this about?" he asked, hugging his bandaged hands to his chest in a slightly defensive posture as he eyed the red-eyed man going through the pile of things beside the strawmen.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Remy made a vague gesture with his injured hand. "Yan'no's gon' be indecen' wit' 'dat straw man. Ain' got no video camera, but migh' still be good to wa'ch, non?" The languid Cajun threw a grin back to Dean, eyes raking over him quickly as if to check the status of his injuries, before he was looking forward again, watching Ianto trying to get the clothes off of the dummy, with one broken arm. It was amusing, to say the least.

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madeinwales
2009-06-22 07:18 am UTC (link)

"Don't be stupid," he snapped, uncharacteristically. A moment later, he shot an apologetic look in Gambit's direction. Once he had gotten the coat off, he wrestled a little with the heavy wool and ended up slipping his arm out of its sling, so he could shrug into it. Well, it was the easiest thing to do with it, wasn't it? "These aren't scarecrows. At least, I don't think they are. There's .. I've got a gut feeling about them. Ever hear of bonfire night?" It was a British thing, he knew, and sometimes in Canada, but aside from that, he was positive that no one had ever heard of it.

Rubbing at his lip with his good hand, Ianto eyed the other dummies. And the Jack dummy, with its bracers and blue shirt. "Bonfire night is a bloody big excuse for a big bonfire and fireworks. But .. people are burned in effigy as well in the fires. Usually it's some traitor from the sixteen hundreds, but despised world leaders are done as well. I honestly think these things are meant to go up in flames and I'll be damned if they burn any of us in effigy." He looked over at Dean, eyes wide and worried and quite aware that he was panicking and really should try to calm down.

"Sorry. Sorry. It's just .. been bad. I'm Ianto Jones. That's Gambit. ...what've you found there, Gambit?"

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hellsboy
2009-06-22 09:53 am UTC (link)

Dean's brows lifted incredulously as the red-eyed man explained about Yan'no (was it?) being indecent with the straw man. The other guy was definitely struggling with the thing, taking its clothes off and Dean paused a moment to chuckle. "Easy there, big guy. I don't think that'd even fit you." He started to indicate Sam's jacket and was wondering briefly if Sam was somewhere naked. "Better try this -"

He stopped, his smile freezing as the man began explaining a bonfire night and people being burned in effigy. If Sam's clothes were here, did that mean Sam was going to be burned or just the straw replica? He inwardly cursed his hands for being broken so that he couldn't contact Sam in the journals about this.

"Uh, yeah, he and I? We've met," he answered ominously, shaking his head and coming out of his momentary inner panic. The straw dude wasn't Sam. Sam was probably at the museum or somewhere else with Shannon. He was safe. Sam could take care of himself. "You're Ianto? Good to meet you, man. Dean Winchester."

He'd watched Ianto interact with the Insider in the journals. Dude seemed to have a pretty good head on his shoulders. What he was doing attacking a straw man for its clothes, Dean wasn't sure he wanted to know.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-22 10:20 am UTC (link)

Gambit had broken into a wider grin when he was yelled at, but just shook his head when Ianto shot him that look. It was okay, he hadn't taken any offense to it. He was used to those sort of reactions and they rolled off of him like water rolling off the back of a duck caked in oil from a spill. Yeah. Like that. Still, when Ianto finally got the jacket down, Remy was tucking the Doctor's jacket more firmly over the cake. Stop looking at it, Ianto, it was his. And he was keeping it. You couldn't have it.

However, when Dean started speaking, the Cajun spoke up seconds after, so that they both said, "We me'." At the same time. One properly, and one.. less properly. Still, their point had gotten across. The two men had certainly seen one another before. still, it didn't make a lick of difference and the conversation moved on easily. With Dean and Ianto introduced, the Cajun was flashing that charming smile at the coat-wearing Welshman and lifted his arm some, still holding the coat-covered Cake.

"S'a cake. Non, you can' have it." There, that was simple. It was his. He'd claimed it.

And he was glad Logan wasn't here to claim it, or it might have been peed on, then no one would be able to eat it. Ah, the thought made the red-head's grin get wider. He never got tired of that joke.

	ellen_ripley 2009-06-23 03:22 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh for the love of ... stop acting like a pair of toddlers, would you?" Ripley snapped, then reached out and smacked the cake box, hard, aiming to get it out of Remy's hand and end the argument. "And leave the poor man alone. Shit. Idiots, the pair of you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)