Hub Gathering Post

[coffee_sir]

It had happened again. Or at least Ianto assumed as he headed toward the Hub around noon that Friday. There was a general buzz about the place, the frantic flurry of people trying to figure out just how buggered they were by the island this time. It was a nervous tension, then added upon by glee or misery as islanders decided what to do with themselves. That, and he saw a giant of a woman running hysterically into the jungle. It was the sort of sight that tipped one off to the unusual. Ianto was in the habit of waiting until the sun was lower in the west before opening up the bar, but there was a girl bustling about the Compound cleaning things with a single touch and Tony Stark was stretching himself with impunity. Retreat to the Hub was the best course of action, in Ianto's mind.

He was relieved by his choice ultimately, as people started to filter into the bar and this month's gimmick was revealed. On regular days, he trusted the vast majority of the island not to do damage to the building. Ianto could only trust them not to do so intentionally now. If someone accidentally lit fire to the foosball table with their eyes or something equally unexpected, Ianto wanted to be there with a bucket of water himself.

[For all your start-of-plot tagging needs. And alcohol.]