analineblue and I are not writing a BigBang. No. We are not.
What we are doing is playing a massive game of Choose Your Own Adventure. (It's like
this, minus the costumes. But then, who knows? Those may happen, too.)
Actually, this is what it's like:
Ianto stepped into his Audi and turned the key in the ignition.
Does Ianto:
Drive Jack home?Drive Jack to Tesco?Drive to Pontypridd to pursue science-things with vials of rainwater?Drive to a pub and get in a random fist-fight with Rhys? Only...our story doesn't come with pictures. Or links. And you don't get to choose, we do. Okay, that analogy didn't work quite as well as I wanted.
Oh well.