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Ianto...I cleaned up the hay that the scarecrow left behind when he was here earlier. At least, I think it was a he. I mean, would a scarecrow even have gender?
Maybe they're like ships. Those are shes. So it could be like that.
Oh! I have that picture printed for you Gren! When should I stop by?
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Maybe they're like ships. Those are shes. So it could be like that.
Oh! I have that picture printed for you Gren! When should I stop by?
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"Polly. Terry. It works, and there's some good alliteration going on with it too, at least phonetically." Each of their names -- or their nicknames, really -- has four letters, although he assumes Abby is short for Abigail and she probably doesn't know Gren is short for Grencia. He rarely uses his full name.
But he looks down at the container in her hand and smiles. "So that's the infamous Caf-Pow. Do you want some of that, or some tea or both or neither? Whatever you want: I hear I'm really easy."
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She waits for him to take it then watches. Naturally she loves the soda and McGee drinks it with her but not everyone does like it.
"It's really good. I can't go without it. Lots of caffeine. What kind of tea do you have though? I usually don't drink it but I do like it. I have it a lot when I visit home. That's what my family drinks."
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Now he takes a cautious sip of the Caf-Pow: he's not a big soda fan and aside from the odd cup of tea or coffee doesn't do much caffeine and he's not sure what to expect from it.
It's not bad. "That's... interesting." The whole am I dead? what does that mean to my metabolism? question rears its ugly head but he brushes it back. The only answer to that is it doesn't matter and he knows it, and as if to confirm that knowledge he takes another sip of the soda. "I can see where it could get a little addictive. Where did you find it here in the City?"
With Polly the platypus still tucked under his arm, he nods toward the kitchen. It might be small, but it's a warm and cheery room and the table that came with the place is actual wood and he likes it, imperfections and all.
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Still holding Terry close to her, she sits at the table and sets her drink aside. It's actually been awhile since she last had any tea. Quite awhile. Like the last time she was home. Her birthplace home not world home.
Looking around she smiles. "I like your kitchen. We have three where I live. One in each of the apartments. But we don't open the fridge in the middle one. It has Tosh's experimental stuff. Dangerous things. Not sure what but lots of weird things."
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She grabs one of the cookies and takes a bite. They're really good...
"I also live with Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Max, Dawn, and Pippin. Pippin is really new. I think there's someone else from what Ianto said but I don't remember who it is. And I haven't met him."
Carefully, she sets her animal on the table near her. "Tosh works for the police too. In the Intelligence division."
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"That's a lot of people. I live with... my plants." There are a few of them in the living room and it might seem tragic to someone really sociable, but he likes it that way. His two best friends live in this building and he really doesn't need anyone to live closer than that. It's not like he's going to get involved with anyone anyway.
Maybe he strikes Abby as being sad, or someone that needs company or cheering up. The reality of things is that he's perfectly content with the way things are. When no one bothers him, he's at his solitary best. The only thing that makes him happier is playing his sax.
"I've been working on a few new songs. I might even play them at the club sometime if they're any good."
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"How many new songs?" She leans forward and rests her elbows on the table so she can then rest her chin on her hands. There is a certain at home feeling she gets here in the kitchen. And she likes it a lot.
"And what kind are they? Obviously jazz but do they make people feel happy or relaxed or sad or...well, does jazz make you feel anything else?"
She shrugs and sits there to think about it.
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Now he pours the tea.
"I'll play it for you when it's done. That one's closer to being finished than the other one: it doesn't even have a name yet."
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Leaning forward she watches him pour the tea. What kind is it? It looks good whatever it is. Not that she's really picky with things anyways.
"I just listen to music. That I'm good at."
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Leaning back, he blows across the top of his tea before taking a sip: he takes it black.
"You were going to tell me what kind of music you like best."
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"I like bands like Suicide Commando, Brain Matter, Flesh Eating Foundation, Green Satan, and Android Lust. They are gothic rock groups with some tech thrown in. Electronic and dark all at once."
Completely different from jazz music...
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"Electronic and dark. I don't know if I could play something that fits that description."
For Abby, he would probably try.
The platypus and pteranodon on the table make him smile. The whole thing reminds him of a child's tea party, where they bring the stuffed animals and have conversations for them.
"Those pictures on my wall. Are you surprised I was little once upon a time?"
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Why would it be surprising that he was little once upon a time? Everyone is little once...if they are human. At least she thinks that's the case in other worlds. It makes the most sense in her mind.
"No. I thought you were really cute though. You still are. But you were a little kid kind of cute. It was fun watching you grow up through the pictures."
She doesn't have any pictures of when she was little. All of those are at home. If a curse ever turns her into a little kid though that will be different. She wants lots of pictures of her time here so that maybe she'll have something interesting to look at when she goes home. If she goes home.
"I think lots of little girls had crushes on you."
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One of the pictures on the wall means more to him than anything else. It's not the one with Vicious, though: it's the one taken at his first solo gig. And he can sit here and think about it all he wants, or be the friend he ought to be and share his thoughts with Abby.
"I started playing sax professionally before I was even out of high school. I played with various bands, jazz groups, things like that. But when I was nineteen I got my first steady solo gig. It was at this club in Mars Colony called The Other Side and I still don't know what the name meant, but it was a sweet gig. Small club; they hired me for three nights a week. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, featured soloist. There was a piano accompanist too, and he was really good. I loved ( ... )
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