[visual] or [location: The Hub]

[therealcaptjack.livejournal.com]

It had taken Jack a good long while to figure out just what to get Ianto -- particularly given the hatches and the ability to pull out anything one wanted from within them. Things were returning to normal between them, at long last, and Jack wanted to get him something. At least one of them was able to celebrate a birthday, right?

Jack had, jokingly, put down February 29th on his birthday records way back when in Torchwood, and he was fairly certain Ianto had poured over those files at some point.

A quick trip out to the hatches had procured exactly what Jack had wanted: two sets of cufflinks. The first set were a bit of a joke, really -- a set that featured miniature clocks on them. The second set, though, were a set Jack would have kept for himself had he not been so partial to the miniature spitfires. Sterling silver and black sapphire, Jack just liked the look of them and it was what the Hatch assumed he wanted giving the vague order of 'cuff links'. It was only after he returned to the Hub that he realised he'd left his tablet set to visual. Shaking his head and still not used to this bit of technology, Jack quickly switched it off.

Boxed and wrapped, Jack left the two small packages on Ianto's desk in the Tourist Office. Ianto would see them eventually. With a final look at the packages, Jack hopped back through the cog door and made his way to his office once more.

Jack Harkness -- blissfully unaware of today's glitch.

[OOC: the visual would be open to anyone wanting to watch him procure the gift. Location is for Ianto. :^D]

07 ✘ [visual] or [location: Sunnydale beach]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

In the months that Ianto's been here, he's almost started to get used to Taxon. Not completely, of course. And he definitely still misses Cardiff. Given the choice he'd be stood in Roald Dahl Plass gazing out at the bay rather than sat on here on Taxon's very own beach. It's almost a surprise to him how okay he is with being here. He misses Gwen, and he'd have liked to at least had a phone call from his sister today, but at least Jack's here. Even if wasn't, there are other people here Ianto quite likes talking to.

Okay, so perhaps it isn't the best birthday ever, but it's far from the worst, even if he is reluctant to admit it to himself.

He makes no move to speak, seemingly unaware that his tablet's on. He reclines back onto his elbows, wiping some of the sand from his hands onto his jeans as he does so. He's lost several suits to his job before now, but he sees no sense in ruining another one at the beach, so he has gone for a slightly more casual look than usual today.

Although he has come here to get some peace outside of the Hub, he's certainly not adverse to people talking to him. He's not yet noticed the effects of the glitch, which is probably just as well for him.

七 [Location: The Taxon Hotel] And it couldn't have happened on a better day...

[hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, even professional prostitutes with training in reading people could be naive.

Inara prepared to go out and hesitated at the exit to the shuttle, waiting for the doors to fully open and extend. "I'm going out to see that Vala woman and to find out what happened while I was occupied by that awful Adria person...Simon, look after River because I'm afraid that she'll get into my things and ruin them. Mal, stop shooting at walls and moping and do something productive with yourself," she called back into the cavernous cargo bay of the ship, loudly enough that her voice would carry.

And then she pondered this with a small frown. That was oddly...specific, compared to her usual casual I'm going out! It must be her anxiety talking. She certainly wasn't looking forward to finding out what she'd done in particular, but it was important that she did and apologize for it.

It wasn't much of a walk to the hotel, Serenity tended to stay around the Sanctuary for all that they flew it around the city on occasion. It was a good thing that the hatches could produce replacement parts and more importantly fuel. Once she arrived she looked around the interior for Vala or, failing that, the coffee lounge that she'd spoken of.

018: [Location: Streets of Taxon/Visual] The truth will piss you off?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

So today, unaware of the terrible, terrible things in store, Dean is strolling down the street. This is one of the rare days that he doesn't feel like driving, which is both a bad thing and a good thing. Good, because he's getting exercise, which in turn lets off all the extra energy he has that was originally devoted to hunting. Bad, because he doesn't have any weapons with him. You know, just in case.

So he's walking, and he's got his tablet out, flicking through the options and settings for the thousandth time, trying to see if there's anything he's missed. Of course, he accidentally sets off the visual setting, and then, once realizing it, sighs.

"Hate technology," Dean mumbles, clicking it off.

[Voice] with a side of [Location: Speares] The pen is blue

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

[Cassie sits out on a park bench, watching the extras mingle, their murmured nonsense faint. Her tablet is in one hand, the stylus in the other. She scribbles in an absentminded fashion, humming some Nine Inch Nails to herself quietly. She taps the tip of the stylus to the outer side of the screen, switching out the colors.]

( Doodle )

[When Cassie finishes, she sighs, her chest aching a little. Damn this glitch, causing words to bubble up that she would never tell another soul.]

When I die, I'm afraid I'm going to come back as one of the things that I hunt.

I'm afraid I'm going to end up like my mom.

[visual] OR [location: the Railway Arms]

[divtastic.livejournal.com]

Chris, not being much of a liar, is blissfully unaware of today's glitch and is likely to remain so unless someone points it out to him. Currently he's seated at the bar in the Railway Arms with a pint of mild, and fiddling with the tablet. After a bit of struggling to understand and a lot of luck he's managed to work out all the settings.

He prefers voice for the most part. The idea of a phone this fancy is still very alien to him, but it's something he thinks he can get used to. And he's never liked drinking alone, so he's decided to set up his tablet to visual.

It's a bit like having a television in a pub, really. A tele you can talk to people on. Which might even be more fun that watching the horse races

Chris frowns, leaning forward to tap the screen. Just in case it's not working. "'lo?" There's a slight pauses, and then he leans forward to tap again and mutter. "...Is this even working right?"

[visual] and [location: A few blocks from John's house.]

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte got up early that morning and ended up on the back patio with the kittens. After a half an hour of telling the kittens all about her childhood in response to the simplest meows, she decided it was time to take a walk. She left a note for John that had more crossed out than legible. In the end all it said was, "Going for a walk. Be back."

She walked a good bit of the city before heading back to the house. A few blocks before she got back, she found the stoop of an empty house to sit on and turned her tablet on to see what was happening in town. She didn't really watch for long before turning on the visual feed and asking a question of whoever might be listening.

"What's your favorite spot in Taxon?"

She asked, of course, because she had spent the whole walk thinking about her childhood and wasn't much in the mood to go back to the house.