[RL WITH SULU]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto sat at his desk in the tourist office, idly flipping through a magazine that he'd read about fifty times already that day. Needless to say, things were particularly slow. Gwen had been given the day off to go spend time with Rhys, and Jack was god knows where, so Ianto'd sent a quick phone call out to Sulu, to see if the man was interested in

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[takeitoutofpark]

Using his extensive skills at life, Sulu had managed to procure a mysterious hop to Ianto's world. After taking full advantage of the fact that his civilian wear was actually clean and useful for once, he used said hop to get to the entrance of the tourist office.

Pausing for a second to admire the fact that he was both in the 21st century and in Europe, Sulu put a lid on his history nerding and headed inside, a passive grin on his face. (Secretly, there was the nagging, "Is that seriously fossil fuel I'm smelling in the air?" thought, but he shoved that back down too.)

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto raised his head from staring blankly at yet another picture of open green pastures and rolling green hills of Wales. "Sorry, we're--" he started, before recognizing the familiar face.

"Whoa, hallo there," he said, setting the magazine aside (back exactly where it was supposed to go) and standing up, coming around the desk. "This is a new look there. How often do these clothes get to see the light of day, then?" he asked, smiling and indicating Sulu's clothes.

[takeitoutofpark]

"You can't be closed if you're sitting in plain sight," Sulu said, grinning and shoving his hands into his pockets. "I couldn't exactly come down in my uniform, you know. It's not exactly in style right now - at least, from what I've heard." He found himself a little distracted by the new surroundings, unconsciously making way too many notes about a tourist office. "And the last time I got to wear a pair of jeans was before our contract started, so..." He laughed, "A while. How have you been?"

[torchwoodteaboy]

"I suppose," Ianto concluded, smirking at him. "Jeans is a good look for you. Not that the uniform isn't, but this is nice. Different." He shrugged. "Not that I should talk, really." Ianto glanced down at his own clothes--yet another black suit, this time with a fuchsia shirt and matching fuchsia and black tie.

"Well, welcome to the tourist office, then," Ianto said, motioning around. He stood beside the desk, on which sat various brochures and a really very outdated computer, to fit in with the rest of the shabby decour. There really was nothing about the place to suggest it was the front for a secret organization, which was the point of it, he supposed. To the side of the desk, there was a wooden-bead curtain separating the main area from a little cubby place that contained yet another desk and several small filing cabinets. "It's...a bit shit, actually, but luckily it's not my only job."