Really, he should be surprised when this place shows up instead of the conference room. Ianto should be completely, utterly surprised that this strange, warm place has suddenly thrown him in its grip
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Jack happens to be still lounging near the door when Ianto walks in, and for a moment he sits there silently just watching him with a faint smirk. New one. That much is obvious. Good-looking new one, which is the part Jack's really focusing on.
"You're not going to find any of them here, whoever they are," he says at last. "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be there when you get back."
Jack, for his part, is not dressed the way Ianto would be expecting. Granted, he's usually an anachronism anyway, but usually of a different sort. Today, he's wearing a World War I uniform, about thirty years off his usual style. A very dirty and very bloodied World War I uniform, though both the dirt and blood are old - he could've gotten a new uniform, but none of them had clean uniforms where he was going, so it would have just looked out of place.
Although it may not show, he is a little surprised to hear a very familiar voice. Turning to look at Jack, his face lights up a little bit, even if the statement he's made was a little odd.
"Perhaps if I knew where I was, sir, then going back might be a little more comforting."
And, as usual, there is the offer of the coffee cup, with that damnably strong blend that his Jack always preferred. He's notice the change in the other, but doesn't question it just yet. They're all minor things, so, well, maybe it's just one of those days.
Jack's a little surprised to see the sudden change in expression - it's subtle, but Jack's good at reading people. But he'll let it go for the moment. It's the "sir" that really makes him raise his eyebrows. Yeah, he gets that all the time - military and all - but this man is definitely not a military person. Jack knows the type.
He blinks at the offered coffee, and accepts it, though he looks a little surprised. "...Thanks. This is the Inn. It's outside of space and time. I think the actual name is Outside Inn, but that's a little too punny for my taste. At least, when I'm not making the puns. And I'm Captain Jack Harkness."
Ianto knows something is very different about the Captain, and about the place around him in general. Sitting the tray down on one of the closer tables, he'll turn slowly and look at the other man.
"I know who you are, sir." He'll state carefully, questions about the place around him long forgotten for the time. "Are you feeling ill?"
He doesn't approach, though. This isn't the Jack Harkness he knows, that's for certain. Not completely. Fingers twitch because he's tempted to reach for his gun, for his own safety. But he doesn't, not yet.
"But you have a tray. In my experience, only old women and butlers have trays."
Logan folds his arms and sighs heavily. "Don't tell me you haven't been here before."
He hates being the welcoming wagon and wonders how he always manages to be around when someone new comes in. In his annoyance, he's exaggerating. Greatly.
Logan presses the cigar into his elbow. He could just think it away but then he wouldn't get to show off how tough he is. Rawr.
"I also have several drinks to give out, and I do not wish to make several trips to give them out." Ianto states rather pointedly.
Shaking his head very faintly, he will glance back at the tray, eyes only lifting to the man afterward. "No, I haven't. How did you manage to get in here?"
He's still partially convinced he's in Torchwood.
There's little reaction to the cigar being put out, but he is rather surprised at it. Great to know what he's dealing with.
"They're probably not here," she says, peering over her book to get a look at the newcomer. "You're not where you think you are. Not any more at least."
Resting the book against her lap, she eyes the tray. "I take it you were going to drop those off then?"
Well, he wasn't expecting to stumble into anyone at all, so that does come as a surprise.
"I'm not too sure I comprehend..."
Romana, please don't mind if he's a little cautious, almost suspicious.
A glance to the tray, "I was, yes. You're welcome to one if you'd like." He'll set the tray down on a table and even take a step or two backwards in response.
Get used to surprises, Ianto, the Inn is full of them.
As the tray is set before her, she moves to get a look at the drinks, up to the stranger, then back again. Well, a cup of tea never hurt anyone...
Taking one of the cups, she sips at it before giving a nod. "Very good."
Setting the cup down again, her attention is returned to the man. "You've managed to get caught by the Inn. It exists outside of space and time and apparently has no problem scooping whoever it likes out of their own time stream and keeping them here for a bit."
"There are pamphlets," she goes on. "If you'd care for further reading."
She takes up the tea once again. "Really, this is quite good..."
Had something happen to the rift manipulator? Now he was becoming a little panicky, knowing that if that was what had happened, he, as well as the rest of his team and the world itself, could be in serious trouble.
A blink, "Pamphlets?" Don't mind the short laugh, he's a little baffled as it is. "Sure, why not."
He's trying to work it all in his head, how it could've happened, how all of it spanned out.
Blink, blink. "Ah, I'm glad you like it, miss...?"
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"You're not going to find any of them here, whoever they are," he says at last. "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be there when you get back."
Jack, for his part, is not dressed the way Ianto would be expecting. Granted, he's usually an anachronism anyway, but usually of a different sort. Today, he's wearing a World War I uniform, about thirty years off his usual style. A very dirty and very bloodied World War I uniform, though both the dirt and blood are old - he could've gotten a new uniform, but none of them had clean uniforms where he was going, so it would have just looked out of place.
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"Perhaps if I knew where I was, sir, then going back might be a little more comforting."
And, as usual, there is the offer of the coffee cup, with that damnably strong blend that his Jack always preferred. He's notice the change in the other, but doesn't question it just yet. They're all minor things, so, well, maybe it's just one of those days.
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He blinks at the offered coffee, and accepts it, though he looks a little surprised. "...Thanks. This is the Inn. It's outside of space and time. I think the actual name is Outside Inn, but that's a little too punny for my taste. At least, when I'm not making the puns. And I'm Captain Jack Harkness."
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"I know who you are, sir." He'll state carefully, questions about the place around him long forgotten for the time. "Are you feeling ill?"
He doesn't approach, though. This isn't the Jack Harkness he knows, that's for certain. Not completely. Fingers twitch because he's tempted to reach for his gun, for his own safety. But he doesn't, not yet.
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Smoking in a corner when Ianto comes in. He raises an eyebrow at the entrance taking the cigar out of his mouth to blow the smoke forward.
"What're you? Some kind of butler?"
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"No, I'm not."
Ianto turns to sit the tray at a table, stuffing hands into pockets afterward.
"I was doing something kind for my colleagues," Even if he was the one to do it. Every. Day. "And somehow, I've found myself here."
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Logan folds his arms and sighs heavily. "Don't tell me you haven't been here before."
He hates being the welcoming wagon and wonders how he always manages to be around when someone new comes in. In his annoyance, he's exaggerating. Greatly.
Logan presses the cigar into his elbow. He could just think it away but then he wouldn't get to show off how tough he is. Rawr.
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Shaking his head very faintly, he will glance back at the tray, eyes only lifting to the man afterward. "No, I haven't. How did you manage to get in here?"
He's still partially convinced he's in Torchwood.
There's little reaction to the cigar being put out, but he is rather surprised at it. Great to know what he's dealing with.
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"They're probably not here," she says, peering over her book to get a look at the newcomer. "You're not where you think you are. Not any more at least."
Resting the book against her lap, she eyes the tray. "I take it you were going to drop those off then?"
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"I'm not too sure I comprehend..."
Romana, please don't mind if he's a little cautious, almost suspicious.
A glance to the tray, "I was, yes. You're welcome to one if you'd like." He'll set the tray down on a table and even take a step or two backwards in response.
This is all much too weird for his liking.
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As the tray is set before her, she moves to get a look at the drinks, up to the stranger, then back again. Well, a cup of tea never hurt anyone...
Taking one of the cups, she sips at it before giving a nod. "Very good."
Setting the cup down again, her attention is returned to the man. "You've managed to get caught by the Inn. It exists outside of space and time and apparently has no problem scooping whoever it likes out of their own time stream and keeping them here for a bit."
"There are pamphlets," she goes on. "If you'd care for further reading."
She takes up the tea once again. "Really, this is quite good..."
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Had something happen to the rift manipulator? Now he was becoming a little panicky, knowing that if that was what had happened, he, as well as the rest of his team and the world itself, could be in serious trouble.
A blink, "Pamphlets?" Don't mind the short laugh, he's a little baffled as it is. "Sure, why not."
He's trying to work it all in his head, how it could've happened, how all of it spanned out.
Blink, blink. "Ah, I'm glad you like it, miss...?"
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