jack has been working

[fixdpointintime]

WHO: Jack and Ianto
WHAT: making progress?
WHEN: now-ish? time is weird in this place
WHERE: his room

Jack sighed. He wasn't actually tired, mostly because he couldn't seem to get tired these days. If he'd been a normal man, though, he'd have been utterly exhausted. The alien tech was inside his head. All right, fine, he'd had unwanted visitors

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[guns_and_coffee]

And Jack had once again ignored Ianto's preferred medium of communication and gone straight to audio. Ianto considered, for a moment, continuing to respond with text anyway, but no -- He wasn't a coward. This was how things were now, and he was going to have to learn to accept it, the sooner the better. In the meantime, he was just going to have to fake it, and he knew he was capable of doing that.

Ianto's fingers flew over the screen, pulling up the images that Jack had specified and making the necessary modifications. It was intuitive, like a great deal of the future technology he had worked with, and the psychic training he'd received from Torchwood London made clear and effective communication with it a simple matter.

"Captain," he greeted smoothly, because he had been called Mr. Jones, and he could take a hint. "Good... afternoon, shall we call it?" He took another few seconds to compare the two images, then nodded to himself. "Similar. If one star's gone out and a new one's been born... It's not outside the realm of possibility. Not particularly likely either, but nothing about this situation is."