is the world finally growing wise?

[theteaboy]

(OOC: Multi-pup post! :D I'm alive, I swear. <3 )

Rain has a very odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. She feels as though she's waiting for something bad to happen. It puts her on edge, if anything. She's curled up in the common room of the Conrad basement, a weathered book of some sort resting in her lap. She's been trying to read, but she can

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[lionofmanc]

Gene's wandering by Ianto's general area munching on something vaguely food-like. Vaguely food-like, as Gene is far too manly to cook. He merely slaps edible things between a couple slices of bread, tells the result it's a sandwich, and said result is too scared to argue.

He lowers his... meal... and looks over at Ianto. "Don't think I've met you yet." He offers the tea-boy a hand. "Gene Hunt. Former DCI."

[theteaboy]

Ianto feels like he's heard something about this Gene fellow, but can't quite put a finger on it.

"Ianto, Ianto Jones." He decides to offer his unburned hand and gives the man's hand a firm shake.

Glancing from Gene to the coffee maker, he gives a small, professional smile. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" Because Gene certainly didn't seem like a tea sort of fellow.

If he was, well... it would surprise Ianto, to say the least.

[lionofmanc]

Gene nods. "Always. One thing I miss about CID, can't make the stuff on my own."

Gene fails at coffee, or cooking, or... most things that don't involve detective work and beating people up. And on that note, commenting on Gene's inability to operate a coffee-pot and obtain a drinkable end result would be Unwise, because the things he does not fail at, he does very, very well.

If you asked him, he'd say it's why he got married.

See Gene. See Gene be nice to the kind lad who offered him blessed caffeine.

[theteaboy]

"So I assume you were a detective?"

Ianto looks up briefly as he makes the coffee, guessing the blend and sugar amount as he goes. He's always a good guesser at this sort of stuff. So, he's a little obsessive about his coffee making, give the kid a break.

He would offer to teach Gene how to use the coffee machine, but anyone he's ever tried that with only seems to end in tears. Or the false drinking of coffee, or even the switch of cups.

When it's done, he turns and offers the mug out to the man.

[der_weevilkonig]

Owen was hoping that his first job here would be something more exciting than a coffee burn. Anything. Rotting alien corpse. Sucking chest wound. Flesh-eating bacteria. Something to take his mind off the tedium.

But, no, they don't have a proper infirmary here, and it's not as though they're getting one before the city stops exploding, so coffee burns, it is.

He walks into the room - best not to ask how he found him in this place - and sets down his bag. "Afternoon, Ianto." He glances over to the coffee machine. "If I ask for a cup, can I trust you not to get it all over me?"

[theteaboy]

Ianto turns at the sound of footsteps and raises an eyebrow. Great, all he needed was Owen to come and help his burn. It was a really sort of embarrassing injury, either way. But he wouldn't have, if there hadn't been explosions and the like.

"So long as you don't make any sudden movements, yes." He smirks, "If you do, however, I cannot guarantee your safety."

He begins to pour a cup, preparing it just as the doctor liked it before handing him a mug with his unburned hand. "Simple enough."

[der_weevilkonig]

Owen watches him with a bit under half his attention, putting his bag up on the table with the rest. "Very nice," he says, taking the cup and putting it aside for the moment. "Like riding a bike. Let's see your hand."

He's already getting out the disinfectants and gauze. A git he may be, but a doctor he is also, and while the coffee is nice, it's not what he came for.

Though that doesn't mean he won't take a small swallow anyway.

[theteaboy]

Ianto prides himself on the fact that his coffee? Irresistible. However, he's rather unhappy that it couldn't distract Owen from his burn. So, when Owen speaks, he sheepishly offers his hand, palm up, where a decent burn is stretched over his palm.

It was a bruise on his pride, if anything, because he managed to hurt himself with coffee of all things. And chances are, Owen would never let him live it down.

"How are you settling into the new building?" It's small talk, but talk none the less.

[torchwoodsheart]

((OOC: And everyone loves Ianto. Apparently. ^^))

And here is Gwen, conveniently looking for Ianto anyway. The promise of his coffee didn't hurt either, and she won't even ask where he got the coffee maker. Sometimes, it's just best not to know. Then again, maybe Ianto magically generates coffee makers wherever he goes. Always a possibility.

"How's your wrist?" she asks as she approaches him. You know, on top of the burn. She'd say Ianto never used to be this prone to injuries, except... when she thinks about it, no. That's not true at all.

[theteaboy]

If Ianto could magically generate coffee makers, he's sure most of his problems would have long been solved. Alas, he cannot. He's gotten used to the one they modified at the Conrad (but now at the Kashtta!) and he happens to be preparing Gwen's coffee when she shows up.

"It's still sore, weak. But that's expected. It's very nice to be out of the cast, to say the least." He smiles a little and turns to hand her a mug.

He turns to make himself some as he speaks, "And how are you holding up?"

[torchwoodsheart]

"Good," she says, with a genuinely relieved smile. Yes, she worries unnecessarily about people sometimes. Especially when it comes to injuries sustained thanks to contact with John Hart.

Ianto's question gives her pause, though. She leans against the wall next to the coffee station and runs her fingers through her hair, looking a little tired. "I'm fine. Most of us seem to be alright and in one piece, so..."

So that's something.

[theteaboy]

"I guess that's the best we can ask for," he says, nodding his head.

Finishing up his mug, he presses it between his palms before even attempting to sip at it. The warmth is nice, definitely.

Glancing up to Gwen, a concerned expression filters in over his face, "Perhaps you should rest a little when you get the chance?" He raises his eyebrows a little, "Though I'm not condoning it too greatly right now, offering you coffee."

He gives a small, silly grin. It was something to break the worry and stress for her, if only for a second.

[ashatteredangel]

Something somewhere is, indeed, at work and it goes by the name of Luther. Natasha actually had to go and see him- got dragged out there by one of his new lackeys. It was a lot of anguish, mental and physical, and she's come back to the Conrad in worse shape than when she left it, hugging herself tightly as she moves to the common room and curls up in a big, comfortable chair. She looks over at Rain and sort of smiles at her, but it fades almost instantly.

God, she hopes Robin's not around. She doesn't want him to see her like this.

"My mama used to do that when she wasn't feelin' her best- curl up with a good book. Not that you look like you're feelin' under the weather or anything, although I guess you seem like you could be better." She shakes her head. "Sorry. Ramblin'. Sometimes I can't stop myself."

Which never happened before she came here- usually it takes her forever to start talking, especially after she's been hurt as badly as Luther hurt her just a few moments ago.

[deny_death]

Rain doesn't look up at first. She's rather lost in thoughts, so it's Natasha's voice that breaks her reverie.

However, that voice did not sound well at all. Sitting up, she turns to look at the girl, great concern on her face. "Yeah, it's just one of those days." She says, but smiles softly. Rain smiles as much as she can.

Marking her page in the book, she closes it and stands, moving closer to the armchair in which the girl sat. "Ramble all you want, really, I don't mind at all. Better to get things off your chest than let them sit and boil."

She doesn't want to be too forward, but she knwos something is wrong with the girl. It makes that sick feeling she had before grow. "Would you like me to get you something to drink or a blanket...?" It's that almost maternal instinct she's had ever since her own mother fell to alcohol.

[ashatteredangel]

Natasha doesn't look up at her at first. She's not used to people fretting over her- not since everyone she loved died and she was left with Luther. "No, I'm fine. Just a little shaken. Went through a rough neighborhood on my way back. It was more scary than anything."

Lies, lies, dirty lies. She's full of them.

"Thank you though." And then she makes the mistake of looking up and meeting her eyes.

[deny_death]

(ooc: Had to change this because my brain was not working properly when I wrote this originally. Sorry! D:)

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Rain frowns at even the thought. While she believed this could have happened, she had a good feeling there was so much more to it.

Only when the girl meets her eyes does she freeze completely. This was not supposed to happen and she feels very, very cold all over. So cold she might very well be sick.

Stumbling back just a little, she can see everything, the surefire desperation, the way she asks him...

Rain thinks her heart might have stopped, just briefly. She can feel her eyes burning (because Rain cares, she cares so much it's ridiculous)...

"I'm... I'm so sorry." Her voice is nearly a whisper and she's looking to the floor, hand clasped over her mouth, trying to fathom everything. Everything she just saw, felt...

[the_recruiter]

Romeo is always watching out for new people. Wherever he is. He'll stand in the middle of the park, eyes closed, just waiting for the hint of something better, bigger. Something useful to the Organization.

His eyes open when Ivan passes. Near by. He wastes no time, following Ivan, getting readings from him.

Demon. Killing machine type of demon. They're easier to recruit than most kinds of demon who have agendas that are more specific and personal. The Organization loves demons. Romeo is relatively apathetic, but when he wrings in a powerful demon, he gets paid more. He likes getting paid more.

[awkward_death]

Ivan feels something rather odd in the park. As though he can feel something not quite right, either. It's only when he glances back briefly, almost innocently, that he notices the fellow following him.

It makes him nervous. Makes his fingers twitch and his mind set into motion.

He stuffs hands into his pockets, one hand closing tightly around one of the switchblades in his pocket. Oh, he has several more hidden in the lining of his scarf, in his sweater, in his sleeves...

Needless to say, he is prepared.

Only after walking so far does he stop and glance back to the man (thing--- it didn't even feel remotely human).

"Can... can I help you, sir?" He pulls doe eyes, wide and innocent and a nervous, nearly youthful voice. He can play the game, that's for certain.

[the_recruiter]

Romeo is, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), not afraid of knives. Or most weapons. The perks of being a vampire are occassionally many.

"I know what you are," he says, in that heavy Italian accent of his.

Beautiful way to start the recruiting process, Romeo. Sometimes he realizes it's better to get straight to the point than to play around with it for long. Some don't do the cat and mouse game that he likes to play. Some need to simply be asked.

"And more importantly, I know someone who would be very interested in hiring someone with talents such as yours."

[awkward_death]

Ivan can play cat and mouse very well. Except he'd much rather be the cat.

Turning completely to face this fellow, he might appear to be anything but a danger to society. Oversized clothes for insecurity (or more holding places), an awkward stand, quiet voice...

"Wouldn't want me, oh no." He mumbles, giving a wide smirk, "Who knows what I might do? And there are people. People lookin' for me 'n' my sister, so..."

People who have had their loved ones perish at their hands. They don't feel one grain of remorse, either.