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[likesthecoat]

As usual, Ianto is sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and his diary.

If one were to peek over his shoulder, one would see the words, "Today is my birthday" written at the top of today's page.

But one wouldn't do that, would one? It's terribly bad manners.


[tags of smallness: Maj. Evan Lorne, Billy Kaplan.]

[ooc: Work-relate slowtime in effect.]

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[bluespells.livejournal.com]

A few stools down the bar there's a teenager playing a nintendo DS. It's making irritating electronic noises, combined with the bapbapbapbap sound of a stylus.

Not exactly an atmosphere conductive to journal writing.

[goodolefuntime.livejournal.com]

"Dude, is that a diary?" Hurley asks, sitting down near Ianto.

[callmemajor]

Someone (who has never put too terribly much stock in perfect manners), glances over his shoulder, grins and sneaks off.

When he comes back, he sets a cupcake on the table in front of Ianto.

It's possible he's still grinning.

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

A door opens, and in steps the very tall and very green Jennifer Walters. It's hot, muggy, and sticky on the East Coast back home, even when you're spending time driving around in an air conditioned Air Stream trailer with a Skrull and dealing with a widespread alien invasion bent on spiritually and physically dominating Earth with a particularly psychedelic brand of Skrullish messianic fervor.

Since it's morning back on Jen's Earth, she decides that a substantial breakfast is in order. This is why she picks a stool near Ianto, opens her Hulk-sized purple bike messenger bag, removes a laptop, places it on top of the bar, and boots it up while ordering enough food to feed a platoon.

"Bar, if you're not too busy, please give me a six egg Southwest omelette with plenty of anchos, home fries, blueberry muffins, pico de gallo, pan de huevo, fruit salad with mango, coffee on infinite refill, and a side of salsa verde. Good morning, fellow patron," she adds, with a smile and polite nod at Ianto.

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

A dirty old man in a trenchcoat sits down next to him and slides over a flat box in a plain brown wrapper.

[necessary_child]

Sam would never be bad-mannered!

Honest.

This is why he's totally not peering over Ianto's shoulder.

"Boo."