[open to Hellsing]

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

WHO Scott, semi-open
WHAT Tension week is getting to him~
WHERE Hell House
WHEN Thursday, July 7, all day
NOTES/WARNINGS He is very very tense. And on a very short fuse

Comments

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto knew that there was something that was up with Scott. The other man had been cagey for the past while, for one thing. He didn't think that it had anything to do with him yelling at him, and he was positive that this wasn't Scott being angry at him for walking in on him and Owen that one time. It didn't seem like the mood had started until a while after that, and for the life of him Ianto didn't have a clue as to what this could be about

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Laphroaig practically snarled at the door when the knock came, and Scott, already on edge, jumped at both unexpected sounds. Warily, he took Laphroaig's chain in hand, unnerved more by the dragon's unusual change in behavior than by the fact that he hadn't realized Ianto was coming down. It was Ianto - he could see the man on the security feeds, now that he looked. Laphroaig strained against the chain, claws digging into the floor, and Scott gave in and clipped the chain to the desk, because otherwise Laphroaig was going to drag him halfway across the office. When had the little dragon grown so strong?

"I'm busy," he called out, his voice grating. "Come back later." Pushing himself away from his desk, he got up. Didn't know where he was going. Wasn't sure. He thrust his hands in his pockets, fists clenched, shoulders tight. Laphroaig continued to strain for the door, growling, and Scott shot him a wary look, but the chain was holding. That at least was a small blessing.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto shook his head, not caring whether Scott could see it or not. He certainly was not going to just turn around and go away because Scott didn't want to see him. This seemed to be pretty much old news, from the way the other man had been reacting to him for the past while. "No," he said. "We need to talk, you and me." He was not above opening the other man's door and just walking in. He was willing to bet that the door wasn't locked even. Scott wasn't that paranoid, that he would sit in his locked office in a fully secure building. Ianto Jones was a stubborn man, and he was going to get in there and confront Scott even if the other man made it one of the most difficult things he could think of doing at the moment.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

The door was unlocked; Scott never locked it during the day. But he certainly made no move to go open it. He didn't want to talk to Ianto. And Laphroaig apparently didn't want the man coming in either; Scott shot the dragon another wary glance as Laphroaig growled again at Ianto's voice. "I said I'm busy," Scott said, his voice tighter, more strained this time. "Come back later." He began pacing, his hands still thrust deep in his pockets, fists still clenched. "I don't have time t'talk."

[fuckoingoboingo]

There were a lot of things Owen didn't feel like doing these days. He'd spent most of the past week in his clinic, doing whatever menial tasks he could do from there - even taking his laptop in just so he wouldn't have to go to his office and check in on things. Most of the time in there, though, he'd found himself just sort of... Existing

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

He’d stopped pacing. Now he was at his desk, quietly trying not to panic. God help him, he’d told Ianto about the Uhura from his reality being here in the city. He hadn’t wanted to. But he was wound up, tense. Too on edge to watch what he was saying, and Ianto had kept pushing and pushing and all he could think was that telling someone ought to have been a relief but it wasn’t, and he was only more on edge than before, now. He just wanted some time to himself. Some time to sort out what it meant, now that Ianto knew. But he couldn’t focus. He just sat there instead, his hands clenched tightly into fists on the desk, staring into nothing. At his feet, Laphroaig sat alert, every bit as tense as he was, nervously clawing at the floor.

[fuckoingoboingo]

As Owen made his way down to Scott's office - lair was kind of unofficial, given the reason for his visit, he supposed - he wondered briefly about how he should even approach the situation. Normally, he'd walk right in without so much as a warning, but... Well, Scott had warned him before that he was the kind of bloke to stab first and ask questions later, and the only sort of injuries Owen had tolerated from the other were less aggravated than a slit throat.

Plus, there was that bloody dragon to consider. So, with a resigned sigh as he reached the security office, he leaned against the doorframe, looked up into the dark where he knew a camera was, and rapped on the door. No reason to drag it out.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

The door was unlocked, and Scott made no move to get up and open it, even when he glanced at the monitors to see who it was. Owen. Apart from Ianto, one of the last people he wanted to talk to. "I'm busy," he said, his tone flat, although Owen would only have to open the door to see that he wasn't doing anything at all. Laphroaig whined softly, still clawing at the floor, but at least he wasn't growling like he had been earlier. Though Scott half wished he would, if only because Laphroaig being strangely aggressive might be enough to make Owen steer clear.

[idolstolemylook]

Every once in awhile, Spike stopped by Hell House to pick up some cash. For services rendered. But Wesley wasn't there, and neither was Owen, and now he was poking around looking for someone to give it to him or, even better, the money so he could help himself.

There was a closed door he didn't recognize, and the faint sound of someone inside, so he opened it, sticking his head through.

"Lookin' for the banker," he said without preamble.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

"Aye, well, I'm no' him." Scott shot the intruder a warning glance, and at his feet, Laphroaig growled softly. Scott recognized the man in a vague sort of way; had seen him on the monitors. Was aware that he worked for Hellsing in some fashion. There'd been that incident with Wes, which would have been cause for some smirking, had Scott not been in such a mood.

[idolstolemylook]

"No shit," Spike drawled. "Any idea where I can find someone to ring me up? Got some drinkin' to do."

Of course, he could just steal it, but one sometimes liked to have singles for the ladies.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Scott rolled his eyes, and pointed a finger toward the ceiling. "Y'work for the organization, y'might as well try figurin' out where things are. Admin offices, second floor. It's no' exactly difficult t'find."