04 ✘ [visual] or [location: the Hub's tourist office/reception area]

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Ianto's stood behind the desk in the tourist office they usually use as a front, flipping idly through a dusty file. Ordinarily he'd be in the small office he has behind the beaded curtain, or even down in the Archives somewhere. Today, however, he feels like a change of scenery. He could be down in the Hub, but even with Jack down there it's too quiet. He's used to the tourist office being quiet, though. And even now this area feels much more his domain than the main part of the Hub ever has. It would almost be comforting if it weren't for the fact they're pretty much stuck here.

He sighs, flipping the file shut and reaching for some outdated leaflets that were standard handouts for Torchwood employees at one time. Unfortunately, that time was the fifties. Ianto hadn't even been born by the time they were deemed old fashioned and pretty much useless.

"You'd have thought," he mutters, more to himself than anyone else, "that with hundreds of years worth of files, there'd be something useful here."

He frowns at the leaflet in his hand as though willing it to suddenly contain useful information. "I think I'd have better luck flipping through the leaflets we have on Cardiff Castle than I've had with anything in the Archives."

What's slightly more worrying is that he'd actually consider doing that at this stage. He shakes his head and flips open the leaflet entitled 'A TORCHWOOD EMPLOYEES GUIDE ON HOW TO DEAL WITH BEING TRANSPORTED TO ALTERNATE UNIVERSES'. He hasn't actually read this one before. Although there do seem to be people from different universes, he's not entirely convinced this will help. That, and he'd only discovered this particular leaflet this morning, wedged down the side of entirely the wrong cabinet. Incidents like that often leave Ianto wondering of how skilled Torchwood Three's past Archivists have actually been.

"Don't panic," he reads aloud. He pauses, considering. "Douglas Adams... wonder if he ever had a run in with Torchwood."

007 [Voice: Locked to the Supernatural Crew] Canon Bump Part 2

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How much do you know, Dean?

Castiel? How long have you known? Always?

And Dad...I don't even know where to begin. You knew for...years, didn't you?

I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to and I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought-

[His voice breaks off a second before he clears his throat and continues]

I'm sorry. I know that doesn't even begin to fix this but I don't know how. I don't-You were right, Dean. I'm a monster.

...Mom

I'm just sorry.

006 [Location: Daniel's House] [Closed/for those who have access] The Simpsons~

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Between Jack and Vala --they are more or less allowed access to Daniel's house. Which is good. Because Jack doesn't have a VCR or a DVD player at his cabin and it is very essential to this little exorcise.

You see, Jack has discovered a horrible injustice to life. Vala does not know about The Simpsons. He cannot allow her to continue on this way. It's just not right.. in fact, it's torture. "You don't know what you've been missing. It's possibly the best TV show ever made."

Another essential to this is beer. Which Jack has provided.

He sets up everything and sits back on the couch with his own beer, "This is the Simpsons." Jack puts them in the order of his favorites. His first choice being the 'who shot Mister Burns arc' for this scene alone. And Jack predictably enjoys every second of this.

"Also... there's a rule," Jack points out with a finger, "Every time Homer says 'D'oh' we drink."

003: [Visual] [Location: A random rooftop] He's thinking too much.

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With all that'd been happening lately, Nathan had finally wound up deciding to take a break. All the theories on how to get out of Taxon, all the ideas about how he'd fix things in Washington if when he got back, for the time being he was willing to let it go. There were parts of Taxon he had yet to explore, and he'd been giving that a shot.

Originally it'd started out as a good old fashioned walk, an attempt at normality for a change. Since while Nathan accepted he wasn't normal, was in fact anything but he still had the impulse to pretend. A walk, out and about, just to get some air. Which had lasted all of fifteen minutes.

Then he'd given that up for checking out a rooftop of a building that'd interested him. And had been flying over half of Taxon ever since. It wasn't exactly like him to be this open, but since it was common knowledge that a number of people in Taxon were humans with a few extra additions, he didn't really feel the need to hide. It was new. Interesting.

But he was refusing to let himself get attached to it. Nathan didn't like this place, whatever its purpose, and the first chance he got to leave with Claire and both Peters -- even if the other one wasn't particularly fond of him, nothing he wasn't used to-- he would. He had responsibilities to attend to, mistakes that badly needed to be fixed.

Still, he couldn't help noticing one or two perks to the situation. A better relationship with Claire. At least one brother who, as far as he was aware, didn't know what he'd done to him. The chance to not have to hide anything about himself for a change. No Company. No government. No politics. No divorce. He wasn't alone. Just something he couldn't help but consider.

He didn't like this place. But it was better than other forms of captivity, he had to admit. As Nathan touched down on a rooftop to sit for a minute, he looked out over the city, quirking an eyebrow at how different all the buildings looked. Catering to every possible taste, as far as he could tell. Almost disturbing.

After a small pause, he sat down on the edge of the roof, letting his legs dangle over. Nathan took the tablet out of his pocket, setting it off to the side in case someone tried to contact him. He looked out over the view. "This is... Something else." He muttered. Like a forced vacation.

He really, really had to stop finding the positive points in all this.