[Ianto is stood in Ashura's suit shop, a measuring tape hanging around his neck and a notepad and pen in his jacket pocket. At least this loss has allowed him to try and take his mind off things]Hmm apparently I'm a gentleman's tailor. Well it could be much worse. At least I have some idea of what I'm doing. Can't say much about all of the french ( Read more... )

( Private )

[There's a snuffle and a bump before Ianto finally coughs to announce his presence]

Ah, hello.

I appear to have been under the influence of the castle for the last month but I'm okay.

I just wanted to check on everyone. Barney, Gefynen, Ash...Jack? Are you all...are you all here, are you okay?

( Private )

Huh, a washing machine with a blood stain setting, I could've used that back home. Unfortunately it's needed here entirely too often too and it is murder to get out.

[Chuckles softly and you can hear the sound of the washing machine door close in the laundry room]Anyway, Del and I are making a new leaflet stand for the tourist office. As a ( Read more... )

There do seem to be a lot of birthdays this time of year.

[Chuckles softly] Evidently people's parents were busy over Christmas and New Year.

[Coughs a little]

Yes well. I've seen a few, has anyone else got theirs coming up?

( [Filtered to Ashura] )

[Ianto is sat outside in the grounds, eating an ice cream, the book on his lap.]

Another year another birthday...although oddly I don’t think I look any older any more. Maybe I just don’t notice it.

[Murmurs before chuckling to himself. ]

Who knows I might be here until I’m seventy and have Jack’s level of aging.

[Ianto is sat on the steps of the tourist office, a little towel set down on the step so as not to dirty his suit. Death was permeating through the castle and he'd needed to escape to the town and escape the presence of its long intangible tendrils. He stretched out his feet in front of him, the journal in his lap as drew quietly on the corner of ( Read more... )

[Ianto sighs raggedly as he puts the photo of the Torchwood gang back on the wall. His frown deepened as he saw Paul’s CD on the floor. He reached down and picked it up checking for scratches.]

God this castle really...

[He trails off in hurt frustration before sighing softly. ]

Does anyone else need help tidying up?

( Barney )

Ah, Maladict, I'm guessing these ones aren't from your world, what was it, black ribboners? Because I have plenty of coffee to share if it will help with their...cravings.

I don't suppose anyone knows if the garlic and stakes thing works as a defence at all?