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[likesthecoat]

Ianto Jones is writing in his diary and having coffee.

There's a lot of catching up to do--things happen fast sometimes, and it wasn't but two pages ago that he was missing Jack and wondering what he'd say if Jack ever returned, and now...

Well, Ianto doesn't use a lot of exclamation points, as a general rule. But one or two may have turned up in today's entry.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is ordering a mug of cocoa and trying to shake the persistent limp that's clung on for the last half hour.

Yes, the last adventure was a doozy. No, she doesn't intend to stop taking crazy risks. Yes, cocoa makes it better.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto watches her a moment, then pushes out a chair. "It looks like you need to get off your feet a while.)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hey Ianto, long time, no see!" Ace is in a decidedly cheerful mood, despite the limp. "How goes things in sunny Cardiff?" She drops (carefully) into the offered chair, cupping her hands appreciatively around her cocoa mug.

[likesthecoat]

"Hullo," he says with a bit of a smile, and that turns a little deeper as he considers how to answer that question. "Not really that sunny, but otherwise well."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant!" The small pyro grins, relaxed. "Anything worth sharin'? I'm a glutton f'gossip."

That, or she just likes to keep tabs on worlds that she suspects of being near her own.

Or maybe a little of both.

[walking_napalm]

It's the second day in a row that Liz has come into the bar in a full-fledged suit. It's black and crisp and better fitted than suits of the type (the federally issued kind) tend to be, with a black button-up shirt under the jacket. She wears a gun on one hip and a badge on the other. Her jacket mostly hides the badge, with flashes of gold showing when she moves; the gun holster, however, is in plain view.

Her hair is pulled into a long braid and she's wearing a pair of sunglasses on top of her head. Her shoes are flat and sensible, if pinchy. 'Pinchy' is a good way to describe her facial expression, too; she looks every bit the part of an American federal agent, but she wears the suit uneasily.

As she steps up to the bar, a woman unexpectedly slides off her stool, right where Liz was about to walk. Liz steps to the side to avoid her -- and winds up lightly bumping the writer sitting at the bar.

"--Shit. Sorry," Liz says to him, immediately stepping back, as the stranger who caused this game of human dominoes obliviously goes on her merry way.

[likesthecoat]

"No harm done," says Ianto. "The coffee's safe."

He even smiles briefly. Mostly because he approves of her clothes.

[walking_napalm]

Settling in at the next stool now that it's available, Liz glances toward him again, giving him a rather more thorough -- and approving -- look this time. One side of her mouth tips upward. "I like your priorities."

[likesthecoat]

"My dry-cleaning is covered by company expenses," Ianto says. "So I'm not worried about my tie."

[walking_napalm]

Liz's laugh is quick, just a breath or two with the sound of something that has been startled out of her. "I was more worried about screwing up your writing," she says. "Suits tend to be pretty disposable in my line of work. I forget that's not the case for everyone."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

A fairy, perhaps lured by the sweet siren smell of coffee, appears in Ianto's general vicinity.

He doesn't hover, and he doesn't look hopeful, but all the same there is a sort of angling quality in his expression towards the caffeine.


Mmmmmmcoffee.

[likesthecoat]

"The bar is serving today," Ianto says without looking up. "I'll do another coffee happy hour soon."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

:O!

Well, Puck has been told lately that his powers of subtle leave something to be desired (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/22868133.html?thread=1014332325#t1014332325).

"--That's you, sir?" he says, rallying.

A bright smile.

"How marvelous. I do find coffee altogether superior to a large number of things."

[likesthecoat]

When it comes to coffee, Ianto picks up on subtleties that don't even exist.

"That's me." Now he does look up, and there's even a smile. He appreciates people who appreciate coffee. "And in that I completely agree."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck beams, disappearing abruptly and winking back into view in a seat adjacent, but not indecorously near.

He hasn't been invited, after all.

"I must say," Puck tells him seriously, "that I greatly appreciate your public-spirited endeavors in aid of this community."

[janebecomes]

Jane has also been endeavoring to write but her thoughts feel rather scattered and so she smiles when she sees Ianto,

"Hello, Mister Jones."

[likesthecoat]

He looks up and smiles. "Hello, Miss Austen."

[janebecomes]

"Is your writing going well?"

[likesthecoat]

"Fair enough," says Ianto. "It's just a diary entry. Nothing too involving."

He can't resist: "How is yours?"

[isaysimplewords]

[OOC: OFFICIAL PLACEHOLDER for when it is not the first day after classes and I am capable of starting a thread.

That is all. XD ]

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: Received, acknowledged and chortled at.]

[isaysimplewords]

[OOC: So very slow for a little while longer for reading.]



Cal sort of vaguely assumes that Ianto is doing record-keeping of some kind. Inasmuch as he thinks about it, at least, which he really doesn't.

"Hi," he says, taking a seat. A raktajino appears before he can even ask. He smiles and pats Bar approvingly.

[likesthecoat]

"Hello," says Ianto, glancing up with a smile. "I tried that the other day, the raktajino. I like it."

[isaysimplewords]

"Figured you would," Cal says as he sips his own. "It seems like your kind of coffee."

What with being good coffee, and all.

[likesthecoat]

"Most kinds of coffee are my kind of coffee," Ianto admits.