Torchwood IMs by a_silver_story
Title: Sickening ... just ... sickening ....
Chapter: 92
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smut, angst
Rating: G - nc-17
Warnings: M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: See title, really.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
92 |
RHYS has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hi there, Rhysikins.
RHYS: Ahoy hoy, Ianto-bob
MR JONES: Do you think the government will ever crack our secret code names and discover our true identities?
RHYS: With Jack on the case? Never!
RHYS: XD
RHYS: How's things?
MR JONES: You know, by saying 'how's things', you're actually saying 'how is things', which doesn't contain any form of plural agreement whatsoever.
RHYS: Um … how're things?
MR JONES: 'how're' isn't an accepted contraction.
RHYS: How are things?
MR JONES: Not too bad. How are you?
RHYS: I'm alright, thanks :)
MR JONES: … 'alright' isn't an accepted contraction either.
RHYS: I'M ALL RIGHT!
MR JONES: No need to shout!
MR JONES: *innocent eyes*
RHYS: *hmph*
RHYS: Have you been marking Jack's reports?
RHYS: You appear to be in Grammar Nazi mode.
MR JONES: Hahaha! Yes, I have actually. I'm starting to believe he does them this bad on purpose.
MR JONES: No one who's been around as long as he has could possibly be such an atrocious writer, yet somehow he manages it.
RHYS: How bad?
MR JONES: He managed a quadruple negative. I mean … that takes talent.
RHYS: Hahahahaha
MR JONES: At least he's keeping up with the times, I suppose. I removed four 'lol's from his last report.
MR JONES: Lucky I got my mitts on it, really - he was about to send it to the Cabinet.
RHYS: Honestly.
RHYS: I blame his parents.
MR JONES: Haha. So you blame me and Gwen?
RHYS: Yep. I should send Social Services around.
RHYS: Note my grammatically correct use of 'around' instead of 'round'?
MR JONES: I did note it, and gave you a gold star on my Spelling and Grammar Reward Chart.
RHYS: What do I get if I have the most stars at the end of the academic year?
MR JONES: Erm … a Curly Wurly?
RHYS: dat iz nut wurf it man
MR JONES: NOOOOOO MY LANGUAGE FACULTIES ARE HAVING A STROKE!
RHYS: i wont @ leest a dury milk
MR JONES: If you're extra, extra good - how about a trip to Alton Towers?
RHYS: Me? On a rollercoaster? I'm a bag-holder!
MR JONES: 'Rollercoaster' isn't an accepted contraction.
RHYS: YOUR FACE ISN'T AN ACCEPTED CONTRACTION, BITCH!
MR JONES: *shouts over to Gwen*
MR JONES: GWEN! RHYS JUST CALLED YOU HIS 'BITCH'!
RHYS: :O
RHYS: You wouldn't!
MR JONES: I really would.
MR JONES: I'm marking Jack's reports - I'll do anything for entertainment.
RHYS: Hang on - I'll just phone Jack's direct line.
MR JONES: :O
MR JONES: You don't even have his direct line!
RHYS: I'll text Gwen and get it. You know she'll give it me.
MR JONES: :O
MR JONES: brb
RHYS: Is 'brb' an accepted contraction?
MR JONES: Back.
MR JONES: Your mother!
RHYS: YOUR mother!
MR JONES: NO, YOUR MOTHER!
RHYS: YOUR MOTHER!
MR JONES: YOUR MOTHER!
RHYS: YOUR MOTHER INFINITY!
MR JONES: YOUR MOTHER INFINITY … AND BEYOND!
MR JONES: Well … this is an intellectual conversation.
RHYS: XD
MR JONES: I must be off. I need a break from staring at the computer screen.
MR JONES: I haven't been outside today. Maybe I could go Weevil hunting with Jack and get the blood flowing.
MR JONES: ACTUALLY …
MR JONES: Could I come by your office?
RHYS: …. you're not organising my filing system, so forget it.
MR JONES: DAMN YOU, RHYS COOPER!
RHYS: :O
RHYS: *hmph*
RHYS: So what surname shall you and Jack be going with? Harkness?
MR JONES: I'd actually rather keep my name.
MR JONES: Doubling it over is a bit … tricky. It doesn't sound right 'Jones-Harkness', and I'll be damned if he gets to have his name first.
RHYS: Ah.
RHYS: How does Jack feel about you not tagging his name on?
MR JONES: We haven't talked about it yet.
MR JONES: It's only been a week!
RHYS: You need to get all the tedious stuff out of the way while you're still excited about it!
MR JONES: I know all about planning weddings, Rhys. I've done two of them! - one of them yours ….
RHYS: Remember how that one turned out? We had to drug the guests!
MR JONES: That was Gwen's fault! If she'd listened to Jack and called the whole thing off and had the alien removed ….
RHYS: Yeah. But it's my fault, too - I could have called it off.
MR JONES: … but she persuaded you not to, right?
MR JONES: *psst* connectives ….
MR JONES: Anyway, I was going. I shall speak to you later.
RHYS: Au revoir, mon cher
MR JONES: *mwah*
MR JONES has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Guess the theme tune:
JACK: Baaa dum … baaaaa dum … baaaaaaaaaaaaaa dum … ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum badumbadumbadumbadum …
MR JONES: Jaws?
JACK: Damn!
JACK: Okay …
JACK: Do do dooo duhh doooo do do doo duhh doooo, duh duh duh doo duh doo dooooooo
MR JONES: Jurassic Park?
JACK: How did you get that?
JACK: Okay, try this:
JACK: Do do duh duh do do dooooooo do, do duhdo do, do dooooooooooooo
MR JONES: Harry Potter?
JACK: :|
JACK: How are you getting these?
MR JONES: 'Jaws' was easy, and 'Jurassic Park' and 'Harry Potter' are the two films you've watched in the past few days. It was a process of elimination really, judging from your ablility to convey a melody using variations of 'ba', 'duh' and 'do', as well as what would stick in your head and what music more or less fitted. They're also all by the same composer.
MR JONES: So what do I win?
JACK: A kiss?
MR JONES: Did you brush your teeth after biting that Weevil?
JACK: YES!
MR JONES: … I still can't believe you bit a Weevil.
JACK: The first thing a parent learns is that if your kids bites you, you bite them back to teach them why they shouldn't do it!
MR JONES: I doubt a toddler would aim for the jugular.
JACK: Depends how bad the circus is ;)
MR JONES: … oh dear God. I am almost ashamed to be part of this conversation.
JACK: :(
JACK: <3
JACK: OMG A '3' IS BOOBS FROM THE TOP!
JACK: 333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
MR JONES has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Hi, Gwen! :)
GWEN: Hi
JACK: Can I ask you something?
GWEN: Go ahead.
JACK: Do you think I might be too immature for Ianto?
GWEN: You're 2, 200 years old and you're asking me if you're 'immature'?
JACK: You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.
JACK: It's just … sometimes I might do something, and it feels like he might be wishing he was … with someone a little more … intellectual?
GWEN: Just because your field of intellect is different to his doesn't mean you're not as clever or a non-intellectual. I'm pretty sure he knows you, and knows who you are. I'm also fairly positive that unless Ianto was sure, he wouldn't even consider engagement, never mind going through with a Partnership. So you can keep your insecure bollocks and shove it up your arse before Ianto finds it and beats you with it.
JACK: … fair points.
JACK: But I mentioned boobs earlier and he just … went offline!
GWEN: Jack, from what I can tell, boobs are no longer Ianto's 'thing'.
GWEN: His sense of humour is also somewhat progressed ….
JACK: He still likes lady-kinds!
JACK: … he used to be a lady-kind.
GWEN: Maybe that's why he has a new found respect for breastage?
JACK: Ahhh great. Feminists *rolls eyes*
GWEN: :O
GWEN: Don't make me go up to your office and spank you!
JACK: Why not?
JACK: I'd enjoy it!
GWEN: Hehehehe!
GWEN: Mmmmm looks like a coffee round.
GWEN: I hope we get biscuits.
JACK: I'll not tell you what I hope to get ;)
GWEN: Bad man, Harkness.
JACK: 0:-D
JACK: I lurve being in charge.
JACK: First stop on the coffee round. Nom nom nom.
JACK: Biscuits are a no go, m'fraid.
GWEN: Aww :(
GWEN: Rhys is making spag bol tonight. Yum yum yum, in my tum!
JACK: Mmmm. I wonder what's for my dinner ….
JACK: I fancy pizza.
JACK: … or Chinese.
GWEN: Chinese is healthier
JACK: Yeah, but pizza has more carbohydrates to keep my energy up!
GWEN: Most of Chinese cuisine is rice or noodle based - plenty of carbs!
JACK: Hmmmmmmm maybe.
JACK: I shall have to see what Ianto wants.
JACK has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Ianto?
MR JONES: Mhmm?
JACK: What's for dinner tonight? :D
MR JONES: Ummmmmmmmmm … pizza?
JACK: Yay! Meat feast!
MR JONES: nom nom nom
JACK: Shall we go out tonight?
JACK: We can still get pizza!
JACK: Pizza Hut? We'll go to Pizza Hut!
MR JONES: Frankie and Benny's!
JACK: Ooo even better!
JACK: I want calzone now ….
MR JONES: It's a posh pizza folded in half XD
JACK: The poshness will make me happy.
JACK: Besides - I deserve a treat after the bollocking I got from UNIT. :(
MR JONES: You shouldn't have been hijacking meetings to project porn instead of pie charts, then.
JACK: :O
JACK: That was YOU XD
MR JONES: Mua ha ha haaaaaaaaa!
MR JONES: As if they'd suspect me!
MR JONES: I'm the picture of innocence.
MR JONES: I don't even know what porn is.
MR JONES: Is it a chess piece?
JACK: It could involve chess pieces if you really wanted it to.
MR JONES: Hee!
MR JONES: That can be your challenge for this afternoon, Captain.
MR JONES: Find some chess-based porn.
MR JONES: Ooo: tangent.
MR JONES: I've been thinking: I want to keep my name, if that's okay with you.
JACK: Sure
MR JONES: Ianto Jones has a ring to it - and I really like it.
MR JONES: I don't wanna lose my ring :(
JACK: Me neither.
JACK: Captain Jack Harkness-Jones doesn't quite roll off the tongue ;)
MR JONES: No :)
JACK: Captain Jack Jones?
MR JONES: Sounds like the RAF outreach of Jack&Jones clothing.
JACK: Haha!
JACK: We really need to go there again sometime.
MR JONES: *sigh*
MR JONES: You know they banned us after … the changing room incident.
JACK: Funny … what you call an 'incident', the Captain calls a 'memorable evening'.
MR JONES: ¬_¬
MR JONES: You know what we should do?
JACK: Whut?
MR JONES: Invite Gwen into this conversation, then be all smooshy with pink hearts and red roses.
JACK: See who vomits first?
MR JONES: My bet is on you!
JACK: My bet is on you.
JACK: What do I get when I win? :P
MR JONES: A Curly Wurly?
JACK: The bet is on.
GWEN has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hi, Gwen!
JACK: Hiiiiiiii Gwen
GWEN: Hello boys!
MR JONES: Jack nor I can decide: white carpet for the aisle to be minimalist and modern, or pink to make a statement?
JACK: I think pink is romantic - and he wouldn't go with the rainbow option:(
MR JONES: He's also not allowed a rainbow suit.
MR JONES: Also, it may be difficult to clean up, but we are considering scattered rose petals.
GWEN: Ooooh!
GWEN: I think white carpet, and hot pink ties and handkerchiefs!
GWEN: Forget the rose petals, though. That's a step too far, and a bit tacky. You should be ashamed of yourself, Ianto!
MR JONES: Red petals on a white carpet won't be tacky!
GWEN: I think you should go with a black on white theme.
JACK: I want BLUE!
MR JONES: Actually … blue on white?
MR JONES: If we find the right shade of blue, it would work ….
JACK: You can get blue roses … our floral theme could be blue and white roses.
FIN
GAH! I originally was going to do the split conversation using coding ...
Half an hour in I decided to screw that and make life easier ....
Clear Text Version is Here
Also ... MASSIVE SHOUT OUT
to discord26, who sent me a lovely (and virtually declicious) Sugary Bunny v-gift.
Happy easter, everybunny!
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Chapter: 92
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour, smut, angst
Rating: G - nc-17
Warnings: M.M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: See title, really.
FIRST PART | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
PREVIOUS | Torchwood Index/Masterlist
92 |
RHYS has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hi there, Rhysikins.
RHYS: Ahoy hoy, Ianto-bob
MR JONES: Do you think the government will ever crack our secret code names and discover our true identities?
RHYS: With Jack on the case? Never!
RHYS: XD
RHYS: How's things?
MR JONES: You know, by saying 'how's things', you're actually saying 'how is things', which doesn't contain any form of plural agreement whatsoever.
RHYS: Um … how're things?
MR JONES: 'how're' isn't an accepted contraction.
RHYS: How are things?
MR JONES: Not too bad. How are you?
RHYS: I'm alright, thanks :)
MR JONES: … 'alright' isn't an accepted contraction either.
RHYS: I'M ALL RIGHT!
MR JONES: No need to shout!
MR JONES: *innocent eyes*
RHYS: *hmph*
RHYS: Have you been marking Jack's reports?
RHYS: You appear to be in Grammar Nazi mode.
MR JONES: Hahaha! Yes, I have actually. I'm starting to believe he does them this bad on purpose.
MR JONES: No one who's been around as long as he has could possibly be such an atrocious writer, yet somehow he manages it.
RHYS: How bad?
MR JONES: He managed a quadruple negative. I mean … that takes talent.
RHYS: Hahahahaha
MR JONES: At least he's keeping up with the times, I suppose. I removed four 'lol's from his last report.
MR JONES: Lucky I got my mitts on it, really - he was about to send it to the Cabinet.
RHYS: Honestly.
RHYS: I blame his parents.
MR JONES: Haha. So you blame me and Gwen?
RHYS: Yep. I should send Social Services around.
RHYS: Note my grammatically correct use of 'around' instead of 'round'?
MR JONES: I did note it, and gave you a gold star on my Spelling and Grammar Reward Chart.
RHYS: What do I get if I have the most stars at the end of the academic year?
MR JONES: Erm … a Curly Wurly?
RHYS: dat iz nut wurf it man
MR JONES: NOOOOOO MY LANGUAGE FACULTIES ARE HAVING A STROKE!
RHYS: i wont @ leest a dury milk
MR JONES: If you're extra, extra good - how about a trip to Alton Towers?
RHYS: Me? On a rollercoaster? I'm a bag-holder!
MR JONES: 'Rollercoaster' isn't an accepted contraction.
RHYS: YOUR FACE ISN'T AN ACCEPTED CONTRACTION, BITCH!
MR JONES: *shouts over to Gwen*
MR JONES: GWEN! RHYS JUST CALLED YOU HIS 'BITCH'!
RHYS: :O
RHYS: You wouldn't!
MR JONES: I really would.
MR JONES: I'm marking Jack's reports - I'll do anything for entertainment.
RHYS: Hang on - I'll just phone Jack's direct line.
MR JONES: :O
MR JONES: You don't even have his direct line!
RHYS: I'll text Gwen and get it. You know she'll give it me.
MR JONES: :O
MR JONES: brb
RHYS: Is 'brb' an accepted contraction?
MR JONES: Back.
MR JONES: Your mother!
RHYS: YOUR mother!
MR JONES: NO, YOUR MOTHER!
RHYS: YOUR MOTHER!
MR JONES: YOUR MOTHER!
RHYS: YOUR MOTHER INFINITY!
MR JONES: YOUR MOTHER INFINITY … AND BEYOND!
MR JONES: Well … this is an intellectual conversation.
RHYS: XD
MR JONES: I must be off. I need a break from staring at the computer screen.
MR JONES: I haven't been outside today. Maybe I could go Weevil hunting with Jack and get the blood flowing.
MR JONES: ACTUALLY …
MR JONES: Could I come by your office?
RHYS: …. you're not organising my filing system, so forget it.
MR JONES: DAMN YOU, RHYS COOPER!
RHYS: :O
RHYS: *hmph*
RHYS: So what surname shall you and Jack be going with? Harkness?
MR JONES: I'd actually rather keep my name.
MR JONES: Doubling it over is a bit … tricky. It doesn't sound right 'Jones-Harkness', and I'll be damned if he gets to have his name first.
RHYS: Ah.
RHYS: How does Jack feel about you not tagging his name on?
MR JONES: We haven't talked about it yet.
MR JONES: It's only been a week!
RHYS: You need to get all the tedious stuff out of the way while you're still excited about it!
MR JONES: I know all about planning weddings, Rhys. I've done two of them! - one of them yours ….
RHYS: Remember how that one turned out? We had to drug the guests!
MR JONES: That was Gwen's fault! If she'd listened to Jack and called the whole thing off and had the alien removed ….
RHYS: Yeah. But it's my fault, too - I could have called it off.
MR JONES: … but she persuaded you not to, right?
MR JONES: *psst* connectives ….
MR JONES: Anyway, I was going. I shall speak to you later.
RHYS: Au revoir, mon cher
MR JONES: *mwah*
MR JONES has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Guess the theme tune:
JACK: Baaa dum … baaaaa dum … baaaaaaaaaaaaaa dum … ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum badumbadumbadumbadum …
MR JONES: Jaws?
JACK: Damn!
JACK: Okay …
JACK: Do do dooo duhh doooo do do doo duhh doooo, duh duh duh doo duh doo dooooooo
MR JONES: Jurassic Park?
JACK: How did you get that?
JACK: Okay, try this:
JACK: Do do duh duh do do dooooooo do, do duhdo do, do dooooooooooooo
MR JONES: Harry Potter?
JACK: :|
JACK: How are you getting these?
MR JONES: 'Jaws' was easy, and 'Jurassic Park' and 'Harry Potter' are the two films you've watched in the past few days. It was a process of elimination really, judging from your ablility to convey a melody using variations of 'ba', 'duh' and 'do', as well as what would stick in your head and what music more or less fitted. They're also all by the same composer.
MR JONES: So what do I win?
JACK: A kiss?
MR JONES: Did you brush your teeth after biting that Weevil?
JACK: YES!
MR JONES: … I still can't believe you bit a Weevil.
JACK: The first thing a parent learns is that if your kids bites you, you bite them back to teach them why they shouldn't do it!
MR JONES: I doubt a toddler would aim for the jugular.
JACK: Depends how bad the circus is ;)
MR JONES: … oh dear God. I am almost ashamed to be part of this conversation.
JACK: :(
JACK: <3
JACK: OMG A '3' IS BOOBS FROM THE TOP!
JACK: 333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
MR JONES has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Hi, Gwen! :)
GWEN: Hi
JACK: Can I ask you something?
GWEN: Go ahead.
JACK: Do you think I might be too immature for Ianto?
GWEN: You're 2, 200 years old and you're asking me if you're 'immature'?
JACK: You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.
JACK: It's just … sometimes I might do something, and it feels like he might be wishing he was … with someone a little more … intellectual?
GWEN: Just because your field of intellect is different to his doesn't mean you're not as clever or a non-intellectual. I'm pretty sure he knows you, and knows who you are. I'm also fairly positive that unless Ianto was sure, he wouldn't even consider engagement, never mind going through with a Partnership. So you can keep your insecure bollocks and shove it up your arse before Ianto finds it and beats you with it.
JACK: … fair points.
JACK: But I mentioned boobs earlier and he just … went offline!
GWEN: Jack, from what I can tell, boobs are no longer Ianto's 'thing'.
GWEN: His sense of humour is also somewhat progressed ….
JACK: He still likes lady-kinds!
JACK: … he used to be a lady-kind.
GWEN: Maybe that's why he has a new found respect for breastage?
JACK: Ahhh great. Feminists *rolls eyes*
GWEN: :O
GWEN: Don't make me go up to your office and spank you!
JACK: Why not?
JACK: I'd enjoy it!
GWEN: Hehehehe!
GWEN: Mmmmm looks like a coffee round.
GWEN: I hope we get biscuits.
JACK: I'll not tell you what I hope to get ;)
GWEN: Bad man, Harkness.
JACK: 0:-D
JACK: I lurve being in charge.
JACK: First stop on the coffee round. Nom nom nom.
JACK: Biscuits are a no go, m'fraid.
GWEN: Aww :(
GWEN: Rhys is making spag bol tonight. Yum yum yum, in my tum!
JACK: Mmmm. I wonder what's for my dinner ….
JACK: I fancy pizza.
JACK: … or Chinese.
GWEN: Chinese is healthier
JACK: Yeah, but pizza has more carbohydrates to keep my energy up!
GWEN: Most of Chinese cuisine is rice or noodle based - plenty of carbs!
JACK: Hmmmmmmm maybe.
JACK: I shall have to see what Ianto wants.
JACK has left the conversation
~*~*~*~
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Ianto?
MR JONES: Mhmm?
JACK: What's for dinner tonight? :D
MR JONES: Ummmmmmmmmm … pizza?
JACK: Yay! Meat feast!
MR JONES: nom nom nom
JACK: Shall we go out tonight?
JACK: We can still get pizza!
JACK: Pizza Hut? We'll go to Pizza Hut!
MR JONES: Frankie and Benny's!
JACK: Ooo even better!
JACK: I want calzone now ….
MR JONES: It's a posh pizza folded in half XD
JACK: The poshness will make me happy.
JACK: Besides - I deserve a treat after the bollocking I got from UNIT. :(
MR JONES: You shouldn't have been hijacking meetings to project porn instead of pie charts, then.
JACK: :O
JACK: That was YOU XD
MR JONES: Mua ha ha haaaaaaaaa!
MR JONES: As if they'd suspect me!
MR JONES: I'm the picture of innocence.
MR JONES: I don't even know what porn is.
MR JONES: Is it a chess piece?
JACK: It could involve chess pieces if you really wanted it to.
MR JONES: Hee!
MR JONES: That can be your challenge for this afternoon, Captain.
MR JONES: Find some chess-based porn.
MR JONES: Ooo: tangent.
MR JONES: I've been thinking: I want to keep my name, if that's okay with you.
JACK: Sure
MR JONES: Ianto Jones has a ring to it - and I really like it.
MR JONES: I don't wanna lose my ring :(
JACK: Me neither.
JACK: Captain Jack Harkness-Jones doesn't quite roll off the tongue ;)
MR JONES: No :)
JACK: Captain Jack Jones?
MR JONES: Sounds like the RAF outreach of Jack&Jones clothing.
JACK: Haha!
JACK: We really need to go there again sometime.
MR JONES: *sigh*
MR JONES: You know they banned us after … the changing room incident.
JACK: Funny … what you call an 'incident', the Captain calls a 'memorable evening'.
MR JONES: ¬_¬
MR JONES: You know what we should do?
JACK: Whut?
MR JONES: Invite Gwen into this conversation, then be all smooshy with pink hearts and red roses.
JACK: See who vomits first?
MR JONES: My bet is on you!
JACK: My bet is on you.
JACK: What do I get when I win? :P
MR JONES: A Curly Wurly?
JACK: The bet is on.
GWEN has entered the conversation
MR JONES: Hi, Gwen!
JACK: Hiiiiiiii Gwen
GWEN: Hello boys!
MR JONES: Jack nor I can decide: white carpet for the aisle to be minimalist and modern, or pink to make a statement?
JACK: I think pink is romantic - and he wouldn't go with the rainbow option:(
MR JONES: He's also not allowed a rainbow suit.
MR JONES: Also, it may be difficult to clean up, but we are considering scattered rose petals.
GWEN: Ooooh!
GWEN: I think white carpet, and hot pink ties and handkerchiefs!
GWEN: Forget the rose petals, though. That's a step too far, and a bit tacky. You should be ashamed of yourself, Ianto!
MR JONES: Red petals on a white carpet won't be tacky!
GWEN: I think you should go with a black on white theme.
JACK: I want BLUE!
MR JONES: Actually … blue on white?
MR JONES: If we find the right shade of blue, it would work ….
JACK: You can get blue roses … our floral theme could be blue and white roses.
FIN
GAH! I originally was going to do the split conversation using coding ...
Half an hour in I decided to screw that and make life easier ....
Clear Text Version is Here
Also ... MASSIVE SHOUT OUT
to discord26, who sent me a lovely (and virtually declicious) Sugary Bunny v-gift.
Happy easter, everybunny!
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