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.

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[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't matter," she says with a shrug that really means just the opposite. She looks out at the sparkling water for a long time before turning back to Ianto.

"You seem less surprised to hear about traveling to other plants then someone from Wales should be. Any reason why?

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"I work for Torchwood. There's a Rift in space-time in Cardiff, and we deal with whatever comes through." His eyes widen, even as he speaks. He's been less secretive about Torchwood since coming here, granted, but he's not that open about it.

Not with someone he's only just met.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

"Torchwood? Never heard of you. Do you have anything to do with UNIT? Got a few friends there, a Brig by the name of Winifred and a retired bloke called Lethbridge-Stewart." It's easier to ask the questions then risk answering them.

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Ianto shakes his head at that. "Nothing to do with them. They're not even that fond of us, for the most part. You've had dealings with UNIT before?"

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

"They're not fond of many people, I think. Right annoyed with the Professor sometimes too. I met 'um once, when Morgana and her army tried to destroy the world.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Ianto thinks back to the UNIT records he's seen. He knows there a lot he's unaware of, but he thinks he knows a little about this particular story. "Morgana, as in Arthurian legend?"

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

"That's the one. Right crazy, she was. Swords, demons and to top it all off she tried to nuke England out of existence." And she'd give everything to be back there, as scared as she was at the time.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

"Lucky for us, that's clearly something she failed at." Which he'd already known, of course. Given that England still existed, Ianto wouldn't have even needed to consult UNIT records to be sure of that.