[RP] for ...some Jack.
(Yes, I DID just copy this over from Tosh's post. SHUT UP I AM LAZY AND SPENT TIME ON IT AND IT WORKS.)
It had always amused Jaz that the Cardiff office was underground. Sure, they'd expanded to a couple buildings topside, but apparently Mum had discussed things with Alex and they'd decided it was better to keep the majority of the storage and office space in the old secret base. It was just a monitoring and research station, small staff, no need for more space, and anyway, it'd be a pain in the arse to lug everything topside, according to Alex.
One look in the archives, and Jaz had agreed emphatically. She had begged Alex to requisition backup for her, at least for a couple of weeks, specifically Peter's assistant since he was really good at this sort of thing, but Alex just laughed and said her mum had told him she'd ask, and that the answer was no. "It'll build character, she said," Alex had told her with a pat on the back. "I don't know about that, but it desperately needs doing."
Over the past few weeks, she'd become intimately acquainted with the archives, if not the rest of Cardiff, and was on good terms with most of the morning shift at the coffee shop between her flat and the Hub. No one in the Cardiff office could make a decent pot of coffee, and while she couldn't match Ianto's coffee by a mile (and oh how she envied Peter for getting to enjoy it every day), she could at least ensure that no one had to drink that muddy water they'd been drinking before she came. So every morning, she stopped for coffee, and she made sure to keep the pot full throughout the day.
As she stepped on the lift, the script Rhys and Peter had help her program into her vortex manipulator ran automatically, activating the lift so that she could balance the ten cups of coffee she was expertly juggling.
"Oi, you lot, come get your... coffee." Jaz trailed off as she reached the bottom and stepped off the lift and looked around at the... utterly foreign layout of the hub, apparently empty of any employees. "What the bloody hell. ALEX!"
It had always amused Jaz that the Cardiff office was underground. Sure, they'd expanded to a couple buildings topside, but apparently Mum had discussed things with Alex and they'd decided it was better to keep the majority of the storage and office space in the old secret base. It was just a monitoring and research station, small staff, no need for more space, and anyway, it'd be a pain in the arse to lug everything topside, according to Alex.
One look in the archives, and Jaz had agreed emphatically. She had begged Alex to requisition backup for her, at least for a couple of weeks, specifically Peter's assistant since he was really good at this sort of thing, but Alex just laughed and said her mum had told him she'd ask, and that the answer was no. "It'll build character, she said," Alex had told her with a pat on the back. "I don't know about that, but it desperately needs doing."
Over the past few weeks, she'd become intimately acquainted with the archives, if not the rest of Cardiff, and was on good terms with most of the morning shift at the coffee shop between her flat and the Hub. No one in the Cardiff office could make a decent pot of coffee, and while she couldn't match Ianto's coffee by a mile (and oh how she envied Peter for getting to enjoy it every day), she could at least ensure that no one had to drink that muddy water they'd been drinking before she came. So every morning, she stopped for coffee, and she made sure to keep the pot full throughout the day.
As she stepped on the lift, the script Rhys and Peter had help her program into her vortex manipulator ran automatically, activating the lift so that she could balance the ten cups of coffee she was expertly juggling.
"Oi, you lot, come get your... coffee." Jaz trailed off as she reached the bottom and stepped off the lift and looked around at the... utterly foreign layout of the hub, apparently empty of any employees. "What the bloody hell. ALEX!"