06 ✘ [visual] or [location: the Hub's tourist office/reception area]
Ianto had just been starting to get used to Taxon when the population had suddenly surged. He wasn't quite sure that was a good thing, but he'd at least started to feel a little more comfortable than he had been to start with.
Even if they hadn't all been quite so generic he'd have been unhappy about it, but even just observing them he's been getting the distinct feeling something isn't right about them. Not that there was anything right about this place to begin with.
Sighing, Ianto reaches for his tablet, and sets it to visual. "So, what do we make of this? We've been flooded with a group of people who've had their memories altered, or they aren't real people to begin with? Or something else?" he asks, addressing anyone who might have theories.
Personally, he suspected the second option, though he couldn't be certain. He knew there were probably several other alternatives he hadn't even thought of. Some might even have been more likely than his own.
Even if they hadn't all been quite so generic he'd have been unhappy about it, but even just observing them he's been getting the distinct feeling something isn't right about them. Not that there was anything right about this place to begin with.
Sighing, Ianto reaches for his tablet, and sets it to visual. "So, what do we make of this? We've been flooded with a group of people who've had their memories altered, or they aren't real people to begin with? Or something else?" he asks, addressing anyone who might have theories.
Personally, he suspected the second option, though he couldn't be certain. He knew there were probably several other alternatives he hadn't even thought of. Some might even have been more likely than his own.