happy hour/multi-pup post

[likesthecoat]

Ianto steps inside the bar for his regular shift and immediately pauses.

Everything feels like it's...one inch to the left.

Weird.

"Did I miss something, darlin'?" he says to the bar as he takes off his jacket and hangs it up, and Bar has an air of Oh, honey, wait until I tell you.

Or it's possible she's just a big slab of wood. It's hard to tell sometimes, even though Ianto considers himself to be pretty fluent in Bar by now.

Tonight's Specials
Tell the bartender why the bar feels different and your first drink (ANYTHING WE'VE GOT IN THE STORES) is on me.

COFFEE
ANY WAY YOU LIKE IT

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Stuart Dakin is leaving for Oxford soon. His family and friends think he's calm and prepared about it, and for the most part he is.

He's also aware that he's going from a minor school in a small city to one of the most prestigious universities in the world, and he's not going to be the cleverest student there. It's best, he figures, to get used to that now rather than have some sort of breakdown later when he's got essays to do and lectures to attend. It'll just get in the way.

(He is also hoping to meet up with Pos. His boyfriend is good for his ego. It's lovely to have someone who thinks you're amazing even when you, however temporarily, don't.)

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Peter Burke is a pragmatic person. He doesn't believe in magic, aliens, fairies or unicorns. He does believe in a well-tailored suit and an honest day's work.

Which is why, when he steps through the door he's still carrying on the conversation he was having on his way in. "I'm telling you, Neal, no matter what your instinct says it's worth it to wait for the warrant. We don't want to endanger the chances of--"

He stutters to a stop.

Narration is sure no one will blame him if the first thing that goes through his mind is Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

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[likesthecoat]

"Perhaps," says Ianto. "What is your kind?"

[ooc: Oh, facepalm. It's not Milliways if I don't post the wrong pup at least once.]

[starrydome]

"We are called The First-born," Elrond replies and turns his head a little as he has learned that the ears are what people here seem to notice. "Elves in the tongue of Men."

He looks back at Ianto and in truth, his eyes are what sets him apart. Bright and ancient. Star-like.

(ooc: hæ - I know what you mean)

[likesthecoat]

"Elves," says Ianto softly. "Well, isn't that something."

[starrydome]

Elrond takes another sip of coffee.

"As for your question - a little while ago, Milliways ended. Died. Some things are back to what they were before, others are not."

[likesthecoat]

"Ended," Ianto echoes, and he strokes the Bar top tenderly. It hits him a bit harder than learning elves exist. (That, after all, is really not a surprise.)

"I can't imagine what it would be like if it had stayed ended," he says.

[starrydome]

"Few things do," Elrond says, softly. "In my world, there will be an end as well. And it will leave room for a Second Song, more beautiful than the first. Perhaps, this is the Second Song of Milliways?"

[likesthecoat]

"Well, all things end, they say," Ianto muses. "I have a friend who actually went to the end of the universe. All the stars had gone out.

"But then again, if things end they usually start over, too, don't they? So yes. Wouldn't surprise me at all if this were a Second Song."

[starrydome]

"And we shall hear it, as it unfolds. Which makes us fortunate."

[likesthecoat]

"Much better than missing it," says Ianto with a contemplative look in his eye.

"Sorry--I'm not sure we've properly met. I'm Ianto Jones. Er, not an elf."

The prominence of his ears notwithstanding.

[starrydome]

"I am pleased to meet you, Ianto Jones," Elrond replies gracefully. "My name is Elrond Half-elven."

[likesthecoat]

"Why half-elven? Or is that personal?"

[starrydome]

"My lineage consists of both elves and Mortal Men. For that reason, my brother and I were given leave to choose whom we wanted to be counted among. I choose to be an Elf. My brother chose to be a King of Men."

He has told this many times over here, so despite how he feels currently, thinking about his parentage, his voice is calm and even.

[likesthecoat]

"I had no idea it worked that way," says Ianto. "I always thought beings had to be whatever...race, I suppose, they were born to be."

[starrydome]

Elrond nods, "It is that way for most, but that was the choice that was given us. And my children as well."

[likesthecoat]

"Wow," says Ianto for lack of anything more intelligent to say.

[starrydome]

"And it is a difficultone," Elrond continues, slowly. "My daughter has made her choice already, cleaving to the Man she loves. My sons have not decided yet."


(ooc: bedtime for me)

[likesthecoat]

Ianto's features soften a bit. "There are a lot worse reasons to do things than love."

God knows he's done a few.

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: And goodnight! I don't know when I'll be Rping again so if you want to continue it will likely be ultra-slowtime.]

[starrydome]

(ooc:I think it was a beautiful note on which to end it, so let's fade it here - thank you :))

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: You're welcome, and thank you!]