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[torchwoodteaboy]

"This is Ianto Jones. Sorry I missed your call, but if you leave a message after the tone, I'll be sure to get back to you."

[VOICE (MAIL) | TEXT | VIDEO | PICTURE | INSTANT MESSAGING]

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text | un: jtk

[willrevile]

Settling in okay over there?

[torchwoodteaboy]

Jim. Hi. Yes, it’s. Cozy.

[Read: small and cramped but at least he's not complaining outright.]

My roommate's alright though so that's. Something?

[willrevile]

You're in the comfortable city. Embrace it.

[ Jim's still in a dilapidated shoebox, having no use for material possessions and being extremely busy. ]

Definitely something. I never ended up with one, Wyver's just not as popular with refugees.

[torchwoodteaboy]

I suppose that that is something to be said for the city, then.

Though I think I'll stay in the 'comfortable city' for the moment, all things considered. John's a perfectly fine roommate and I'll take having to put up with one over...

[Well. You know. Wyver in general, really.]

text | un: J.SHEPPARD / the day before the coalition thing I guess

[impavid]

Don't wait up tomorrow, I've got a hot date.

[ ... In some ways, maybe not surprising for someone with John's attitude despite having been there a week and a bit. However also, John isn't using his words and this isn't even exactly true. ]

I'm a plus one to the fancy coalition party. I'm hoping they'll have an open bar.

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[torchwoodteaboy]

A hot date.

[Of course you do. Honestly, Ianto really isn't surprised. Nor is he surprised that you have a hot date and he himself has been invited to take someone's place. It's poetic, really.]

I guess this means I'll be seeing you there, then. You and this date of yours.

Should I ask?

[Read: am I supposed to ask?]

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[impavid]

You've been holding out on me! Who's the lucky person?

[ SPILL THE GOSSIP. ]

I'll be arm candy for Cain. He whispered to me about lessons piloting those giant off-brand gundam things and I knew it was fate.

Call and yet ALSO ACTION (probably last week ICly);

[impavid]

[ It's 5am and John can't sleep.

This isn't strictly unusual, John has had a lot of nightmare fuel in his life, and sometimes it wakes him and leaves him dwelling in the darkness.

Sometimes he can still see Holland's face, see Sumner's face, feel the weight of a gun in his hand. Feel the weight of all the people's he's let down, feel the weight of all the people he's killed.

He's trying to think what he can do quietly, though. There's no real walls here, and Ianto is probably still asleep. It's too late to get back to sleep now, without the lull of ocean waves and the hum of Atlantis John can only hyper-focus on sounds outside and try to pick them out.

Maybe he can go for a run in a bit. Ianto said he might try going for a run, right? How early is too early to get up? He sets his phone aside carefully, and tries to settle. He can wait until Ianto is awake. Unless Ianto is awake. Is he?

The sound of Ianto's phone abruptly ringing makes him startle in the quiet, and he doesn't even pay attention to his own.

Which means he doesn't notice he's calling Ianto himself, hands free. ]

[torchwoodteaboy]

[As a matter of fact Ianto is asleep, because it's 5am and that is what a normal person is doing at such an hour. Or what they expect to be doing, until their mobile starts to ring.

Ianto's not even certain what the sound is, at first. He hasn't received a call on it, and while he's set the ring tone it takes a moment for him to recognize it. It brings him back to being awoken in the middle of the night on a call from Torchwood and it disorients him more than he can put into words before he forces himself to roll over and grab at his phone to check the caller ID, squinting at it and then frowning harder as he recognizes the name written across the screen.

John Sheppard

He raises his gaze to where the other man is lying across the room and contemplates throwing it at him before he takes a deep breath and forces himself to be a little more diplomatic than that.]

I am probably not even 4 meters away from you. Is this really necessary?

[At this hour, he wants to scream.]

[impavid]

What?

[ John is awake, but his voice is still a little groggy.

He also has no idea what is going on. Is what necessary? Trying to be quiet?

Look, it isn't his fault someone's calling you at 5AM. ]

Am I in the way of your hot date calling to get his ring back?

[ What is 'letting it go'? He has no idea. ]

ring ring (audio)

[willrevile]

Wellness check. Not covered in anyone's puke, I hope.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Jim! Not yet no, though the night is still young, I suppose.

[He's stupidly happy to hear from him, considering how things had left off last time.]

[willrevile]

I'll cross my fingers for you, [ he laughs. ] How've you been?

text | un: J.SHEPPARD

[impavid]

You know the off-brand gundam looking things?

At least one is a real gundam. Ask the guy about it. It's made of gundanium. It has 'Beam Scissors'.

[ He wants one. ]

[torchwoodteaboy]

'Beam Scissors'. Dare I ask?

[Alright, he'll bite. He'll just be over here, looking up 'the guy' to see whether John is having him on or not.]

[impavid]

Beam scissors, Ianto. What is there to ask?

Early October?

[impavid]

[ After the nightmare, after the big Talk they have, John doesn't have another for a while.

He's not really good at tracking what causes them. Too hot, too cold, too stressed? Something else? Something he ate?

Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it doesn't.

When he dreams sometimes it's blurry, nonsensical dreams that he doesn't even remember. Sometimes it's nice dreams, even. Yet tonight, it's something else. Tonight the quiet tendrils of unease and stress work around his chest and begin to tighten. The fear begins to ebb low in his stomach even as he adjusts his hold on Ianto and squirms in his sleep.

Anxiety, fear, then flashes of anger begin to ebb out of John into Ianto unwittingly until John suddenly snaps away and rolls onto his back -- catching himself just before he rolls straight off the edge onto the floor this time. His breathing is quick, shallow, and he has one hand flailing around over his own chest through his t-shirt -- as if feeling to check if something is there. ]

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Because Ianto has experienced this before, he's able to process what's happening a lot better as the first waves of John's fear and anxiety start to wash through him. His breath catching as he wakes to the peak of anger and unease just in time for John to snap away from him and roll onto his back. He lies still, listening to the sound of John's breathing for a moment before he pushes himself to sit up, needing to move after the crashing wave and sudden absence of the other man's emotions through him.

He does his best to think back on their conversation last month. About what John had said he would want, what he would need, in a moment like this. And he attempts to collect himself enough to be able to put it to good use. He can do this. First of all -- space. He can do this. Well, he can do his best, at any rate. Turning to the other man he watches him for a moment before speaking up.]

Hey. Let me up?

[Since Ianto usually sleeps on the side of the bed nearest the wall, it makes slipping out past him rather difficult. Especially when John would rather not be touched just yet, he’s sure.]

[impavid]

[ John startles at the sound of Ianto's voice, turning to fix him with wide hazel eyes before he takes a slow breath. Right. Of course Ianto is awake. Makes sense.

He moves to sit up without responding, swinging back the sheets and moving to be on the edge -- leaning into the wall and rubbing at his face. As if he can force some steadiness into himself.

Count backwards, he reminds himself, steady breathing. ]

Sorry if I woke you.

[ -- Is about all he manages. Forty-five, forty-four, forty-three... ]

( voice )

[retrorsum]

As a resourceful sort of person-- ( that was definitely the vibe she'd gotten from him. he seemed to know things and possibly where to go ) --I don't suppose you'd know where to get a good drink.

( that may not have been the true reason she contacted him but it was also a good thing to know. and she could chat over drinks with him )

( voice )

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Ahah! He recognizes this voice! Resourceful, is he?]

I can think of a few.

[In other words yes he's got a list.]

Where are you settled these days? Have you managed to make it down to Nysa just yet?

[retrorsum]

Oh, I made it down that day.

( she's also incredibly resourceful )

Though I haven't completed gathered my bearings yet. I may need a guide getting there.

> gift (left mid-late december)

[priorly]

[Left in the tip jar at Ianto's work, with his name on the gift label, from P. Walter.]

photo & text; un: teaboy

[torchwoodteaboy]

[Ianto feels bad that he hasn't given Prior a response to his gift sooner. In fact, he'd been a bit surprised to receive it, truth be told. It had been the only gift he'd received during the holidays from anyone, including John for that matter. Not that he and John had been on the best of terms, at the time. They're... Working on it.

But the little plant is charming and so Ianto waits until there's something to show for it, a little greenery sticking out of the soil where he's kept the pot on the small counter in their kitchen, before he sends Prior a photo of it in turn.]

So far, so good.

Re: photo & text; un: teaboy

[priorly]

It lives. And here I'd expected nothing but dull earth 'til spring. You must have a magic touch.