Comments | aternatopia: It picks up Feelings

kingoftheweevil in aternatopia

It picks up Feelings

Feb 05, 2009 02:27

Who: Owen and Ianto. Closed-ish?
What: Owen kidnaps Ianto.
When: Feb. 05 mid-afternoon
Where: Ianto's flat. Then...somewhere?

( Simply insufficient. )

ianto jones, owen harper, *status-complete

Comments 52

teapot_jones February 5 2009, 12:37:12 UTC

Well. Their adventures usually weren't that kind of adventure. No questing knights, no starry eyed youth, no delightfully grateful princesses. Definitely no princesses.

Shame.

How does one dress for adventure? It certainly wouldn't be in red slippers and a wooly jumper, though, there might be certain adventures where this was acceptable. Very level headed adventures. Sensible ones. Still, Ianto the ever amused leaned in the doorway after opening the door and took in Owen's attire. The adventure attire.

"May as well come in and I'll fix you a coffee so you'll warm up. You can tell me what's on your mind. I can almost see a plan sparkling up in your brain, you know."

kingoftheweevil February 5 2009, 18:24:06 UTC

With a too-cheerful smile that could only spell trouble, Owen slunk inside the little flat. He gave it the customary look-around; everything was comfortably settled in its right place, ordered by importance or just plan aesthetic value. "Really, Ianto, I'm shocked you have no faith in me." Dutifully, he pulled off his boots -- Ianto would pitch a fit if he dragged in the slush from outside.

"You know, you ought to keep a better eye on your tech." Owen fished in his pocket, producing a Torchwood Issue handheld Rift monitor that was most certainly Ianto's. Instead of giving it back to the man, he tucked it back into his jacket. Who knew exactly when the device had been pilfered? "You'll be amazed what people will just pick up if they see it lying around."

teapot_jones February 6 2009, 00:09:35 UTC

"I've told you before Owen," he said as he tugged the door closed and went to fetch coffee mugs. "I've perfect faith in you. To act like yourself." Which, really, was the ultimate trust one could have in a person.

His sojourn into the kitchen paused, though, when his Rift monitor was flashed and hidden away again. "Where'd you swipe that from!" he demanded, hand lifted, as if he were about to pounce Owen and wrestle the man for the device. "I'd been missing that forever. Why would you go and nick my things? It's not like I have many things left." Jerk.

"Did it have anything useful to say at least? Beyond 'beep'."

kingoftheweevil February 6 2009, 00:28:37 UTC

"Yeah, because that's reassuring." Owen rolled his eyes. Of course Ianto had faith in him. Despite certain incidents that reminded him never to put Owen in charge of things.

If only they had remained children...

"Mate, that is something you will never know." He rubbed a thumb against the plastic casing of it in his pocket. He followed Ianto into the kitchen, leaning casually against the door frame. "I tinkered with it a bit." Actually Tosh had tinkered with it. Owen just watched and offered encouragement over her shoulder, backing away if it started to spark. "It picks up more than just Rift energy now. Used it to trace back whatever it was that caused us to turn into children."

Thread 26

freelanceryork February 9 2009, 03:52:48 UTC

As they walked along, they'd pass the adjacent street that the older Freelancer was walking down. Jeans and a t-shirt (long sleeve) along with duty boots, and a knee-length uniform trench coat-- it was black, with the Freelancer patch on the shoulder, and little else. No rank stripes (for he had no real rank) and no metals (because those were lost forever, in the future). And when the blue-eyed blonde with the dreamy smile noticed that the coffee boy, Barista, the AI supplied for the hundredth time, was one of the two men ahead of him. So he lifted a hand and gave a short wave as their paths began to intersect.

Once close enough, he smiled and pushed both hands into the pockets of his jacket again. "Hello, Ianto." And shortly after that greeting, he was smiling at his friend. "Hello." It was too cold out to be so pleased with the world.

teapot_jones February 9 2009, 04:22:31 UTC

"I was a berk," he agreed, looking down and smiling at his shoes. "A complete berk. You, however, followed me around like a little puppy. Now that's something to remember." Owen looking to Ianto for approval? He would never ever forget this.

When they bumped into York, Ianto looked up and smiled, offering a little wave. "Hallo. Met Owen, yet? Owen, have you met York?" It was entirely possible that they met. The town was small, after all.

kingoftheweevil February 9 2009, 04:48:09 UTC

"Oi! I had a rough childhood!" Owen nudged the other in the arm, scowling and ready to defend his honor (against...well, whatever it was) when his attention drew to the new boy. Owen lifted an eyebrow. Pretty. Too pretty. Too...Brad Pitt for his tastes.

Owen held out a hand. "Dr. Owen Harper. Just...York? A bit Cher, don't you think? Or Madonna?"

freelanceryork February 9 2009, 05:02:07 UTC

"New York." He laughed some then and lifted his eyebrows. "Not so much like Cher, or Madonna." He had no idea who Cher was.. but he knew Madonna.

And he was accepting his hand for a firm shake. "Doctor, is it? Impressive. Wish I had an impressive title like 'Doctor', or 'Barista'." He released his hand then and pushed his own gloveless limb back into his jacket pocket. "It's a little cold to be wandering around, isn't it?" It was so strange to him, that people liked to be out in this weather.

Thread 26