Ianto Jones (
torchwoodteaboy) wrote2010-03-12 02:54 pm
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[RL WITH SULU]
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 taking him up on his offer of a tour of Torchwood, and was currently waiting for his response.
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He led him up the spiral staircase and across the short walkway to the hothouse. "Like I said, it's not much," he said, opening the door, "but it's definitely a bit more than a bunch of poppies." The hothouse was much like a laboratory of some sort, with a big illuminated work station in the middle of the room, what little plants they had in their own little contained atmospheres encased in glass jars over the pots.
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((Sorry, just checked the only other episode that has the hothouse in it, and it has bigger plants, because apparently, they change the layout later on in the season. Unfortunately, taking a screencap to show would largely be a screencap of Ianto and Jack, er, getting walked in on while they were "taking care of business," so it would be largely unhelpful in the long run.))
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Then again, you couldn't really apply the same kind of affection to a plant in a container, could you? But that was a weird sort of observation, so he kept it to himself.
((No problem! Sorry I'm not taking liberties with plants here, I honestly don't know if the hothouse is mostly alien or Earth plants or... you know. If any alien plantlife would actually be in the Trek universe. SO I'm mostly just rolling with it.))
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"I'm sorry that I don't know more about these things," he said. "We really have no idea where they've come from, and Owen was the one doing the studies--he was the doctor. I just try to keep them alive. They seem to be doing alright, though. Only a couple have died in the year or so that I've had to take care of them."
((It's fine. We'll probably move on soon, because Ianto and I both don't have a very good grasp on plants. xD; No moving ones in here, so it's kind of boring in comparison to Audrey.))
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He frowned as he looked around again, sort of wondering what, exactly, had happened to Owen, but that wasn't polite conversation material. "I could probably find something for you in my lab, if you really want these guys to thrive."
((That'll be fine. I know that you have to water plants... and something about sunlight. So I know exactly where you are. And I apologize for the long wait for tags; this is new RP territory for me - that is, not knowing what the hell I'm talking about. XD))
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He led Sulu out and across the walkway, back down the stairs to his coffee corner, really. He'd kind of taken it over when it was revealed that no one else was capable of working the machine, and had been master of it ever since. "So," he said, starting the machine up to grind the beans, "how do you like your coffee?" He could guess, and usually he was right, but this time he thought he should ask first just to make sure.
((S'okay. Sorry this took a friggin' million years again--I was trying to get a picture of Ianto's magnificent coffee machine. Usually I just kind of gloss over the points, and people I'm talking to are familiar with TW, so they let it slide, but since you have no idea I'm trying extra hard in my world building description/pictures. 8D;; On the plus side, I now have a screencap tour of everywhere we've seen in the Hub, so. Yay!))
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Grabbing Owen's old mug from the rack, he set the coffee to brew, filling the mug up before adding a single shot of syrup. "No milk to further contaminate it?" he asked, smirking but otherwise handing over the bevarage Jack and the others often referred to as being "sweet nectar of the gods".
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He took a tentative sip, then frowned and took another. "It's good." He sounded kind of confused. "Like, honestly really good."
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"And as for following orders, well, that makes two of us," Ianto said as he walked. "I mean, I'm used to following them more than I'm used to issuing them out, but I think I can manage telling you when not to do something that might end up going bad." He smirked and gave Sulu a little wink.
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He led Sulu down another hallway to another staircase. "As for the telepathy, well. They can sense when another Weevil close by is suffering. They've got some sense of emotion from us as well. And, well. It's a bit of a long story, but for the end of things, Owen was sort of the walking dead, and they could recognize that. I think they even revered him. Got to his head, though, called himself 'King of the Weevils'." He stopped outside the door at the bottom of the stairs.
"This is it. You ready?" he asked.
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When they reached the door and Ianto asked him that forever worrying, bad-connotations-included question, Sulu just shrugged amicably. "I'm probably not, but that's never stopped me before."
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Ianto pulled open the door to the cells and motioned Sulu in after him. The two entered a short, dark, slightly ill-kept hallway. Ianto led them to the first cell on the left, where, from inside the cells, Janet the Weevil crouched and stared out at them.
"Sulu," Ianto said, "meet Janet, our resident giant carnivorous pest. Well, second giant carnivorous pest."
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