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Charlotte Blaine ([personal profile] aesthetic_mojo) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2009-05-09 11:15 am

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Charlotte sat at an empty table in her apartment, nothing on the glass top but a single, empty, wine glass. Even her kittens were out of sight. There's a whole lot of nothing but an increasingly morose blonde.

"I am bored. I haven't been bored in...twenty five years? At least. This is ridiculous."

She looked over at the tablet, so she looked straight out to anyone viewing. "What are we supposed to do here? My job is effectively moot in a place like this. There isn't even a hamster wheel to run on."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-09 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Although Ianto does look a little ruffled, he doesn't look unhappy. He definitely doesn't look as though he's been bored, anyway.

"If a hamster wheel's really what you're looking for, I'm sure you could get one from one of those hatches. If not, I'd recommend getting a bit creative."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-10 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto's never considered himself to be a government stooge. He spent the two years he worked for Torchwood London having it pounded into his brain they were outside the government. Better than them; they worked to serve Queen and country, and nothing less. In the years he's been at Torchwood Cardiff he's had it pounded into his brain that they're outside the government; better than the fallen London. London had been stupid. They wouldn't make the same mistakes they did.

He's never considered himself to be insulting, either. Humorous, yes. Insulting? Well, maybe occasionally. But it's rarely intentional. He frowned, clearly perplexed by her outburst. Perhaps it's best not to bring up the "Easter egg" hunt he'd had the Easter just gone?

"I'm guessing I'm supposed to go with 'no'?" He tries, sounding a little confused.

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-10 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto shrugged, apparently nonchalant. "It's fine. Wouldn't be the first time I've been snapped at for coming out with the wrong thing at the wrong time."

He understood her frustration only too well. For a man with a career based largely around protecting the Earth from things not generally understood for years to come, he's always been extremely fascinated by the past. He picked up the old fashioned stopwatch from the desk he was sat at, and glanced down at it idly. "There aren't many who understand the value of the past. That's the problem with appreciating it. Everyone else just moves on... moves forward. By the time people start realising how important something was, it's gone. Forever. And then it happens all over again."

He paused, then tapped at the screen of his tablet. "What you have to think about it that to some people this is the past. Old fashioned. Outdated." He then held up his stopwatch. It's obvious it's old, but still well cared for. "But to some people, this is still the future. Hasn't happened yet. To them the mechanics of a watch would seem like holographic technology does to us." He slipped the stopwatch into his pocket, and stopped for a sip of coffee from the mug on his desk.

"Just try not to think about it so rigidly. Just because something's not from the past for you, that doesn't make it any less valuable."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
He bit back the automatic response of 'that's classified', reminding himself that this wasn't Cardiff. This wasn't something for them to cover up. When they did find out how to get back, Ianto knew they would probably end up wiping the memories of most of the people who had been here anyway.

He shrugged instead, a little apologetically. "No patterns in ages, species, or planet of origin. Most people are from Earth. United States if you want to be specific. Most people are human, and most are aged between twenty to forty. But they aren't patterns; too many differences for them to be. It's more like it's random than anything else. But it can't be. It's too much of a coincidence that I'd know three other people here. And I'm not the only one. We've been chosen for a reason, but exactly what that is... Well, we're drawing a blank."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven't, no. We're discussing the possibilities of what we should look into next. I'll probably include that. It's a good theory." He nodded gratefully, jotting something down on a scrap of paper.

He quirked a smile, switching easily from professional to what could be teasing. "No Superman, unfortunately. Although we do have someone who can fly."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Although he hadn't really been joking, he hadn't expected her to take him seriously. It was the sort of thing he might have said if he had been dealing with security who proved especially reluctant to let him through, or a frightened civilian who'd seen more than they should've as he brewed them a cup of Retcon-laced coffee.

He looked surprised for a moment, then nodded. "Just the one that I know of. All sorts of superpowers, actually. Ranges from abnormally high intellect to... well, flying."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-13 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ianto looked at her on the screen, considering her carefully before nodding. "I suppose it must be, if you're already used to teleporting kittens. Alright."

He tapped his fingers on the desk in front of him, recalling some of the abilities people had listed. "Telepathy, super strength, super speed... fast healing, witchcraft apparently." He laughed a little at the last one. Not exactly disbelieving... more like a man who's seen to much to truly be able to disbelieve anything, but still struggles to grasp a concept. "Ability to withstand extreme temperatures, force users, angels..." Ianto trailed off at that point. There was only one other ability he could think of off the top of his head, and his loyalty to Jack meant he wouldn't give that away. Not unless he died right in front of them.

"There are no patterns there. Not really. Some abilities are more common than others, but..." he shrugged, pulling a slight face. "I think it's about equal whether or not we have powers. Probably a few more who do than don't. Not everyone's willing to confide in a complete stranger about these things."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't suspect that she personally was hiding anything. No more than anyone else, anyway. In Cardiff the closest he had to a pet was a pterodactyl, which he considered to be just as unusual as teleporting kittens. Just because her kittens were unusual, he didn't necessarily believe she was as well, although he hadn't quite ruled it out either. He pulled a face. "Always thought superhero comics were a bit overrated myself. Except Asterix. I always liked Asterix, even if I did prefer Tintin. That was more about the mystery, you see. Normal mysteries like smuggling cigars and things. And then everything gets solved in under a hundred pages." He looked oddly forlorn as he considered that. "I think we're a few past a hundred now."

He perked up considerably as something else occurred to him. "Mind you, some of were set over months. Weeks minimum. It's not as if we've ran out of clues just yet."

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-15 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Usually literally." He grinned back, saluting her with his mug.

"With a bit of luck, someone'll stumble across something pretty soon. Last I checked stories weren't supposed to involve large amounts of sitting around all the time. Who'd want to read about that?"

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[identity profile] damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com 2009-05-16 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Haven't read Nero Wolfe in years." He hadn't read Tintin in years either, but it had stuck in his mind a lot more vividly. Probably because he'd always favoured it so much.

"Go on, then. Captain Haddock'll be wanting a top-up right about now, anyway." He nodded towards his own mug. He thought he could use one himself, and though Jack was far from a frequent drinker he was a slave to Ianto's coffee.
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[personal profile] lapsedsaint 2009-05-10 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
John is sitting in a house, his house, in fact. It is still dusty, just like he left it. "You could come over and help me sort all this stuff out?"
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[personal profile] lapsedsaint 2009-05-10 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He gave her a very amused look, then laughed. "Maybe some of those weird capri pants? I never did understand those. Pants or shorts, not that halfway in between crap."
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[personal profile] lapsedsaint 2009-05-10 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's bad enough you're already tall, you know. Shorts and a tank top would be fine."
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[personal profile] lapsedsaint 2009-05-10 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Now John has the good sense to look abashed. "I'm not."
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[personal profile] lapsedsaint 2009-05-10 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
John nodded. "I'll leave the door open." He gave her a wink, then shut off the display. Beers and some food were both in order, he figured.