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Does anyone know where I can find some sort of art supplies? I’m running out of books to read and shows to watch here and really miss my paint brushes.

iantoxjones

You might try the library. It...changes contents, a lot, but I think I've seen some paints in the cupboards a few times.

#chat: anwen

ciarexmatheson

I can't believe I'm doing this.

ciarexmatheson

Interesting.

That man - he happen to be Jack Harkness? Cause I know him too.You part of his team? A dinosaur who likes chocolate. Who woulda’ thought. That’s kinda cool.

iantoxjones

In a way.

Yes, actually--how did you meet Jack? And I am--was? It had its benefits--like the dinosaurs. And the downsides, like the ninety percent death rate.

#chat: rex

thetruequeenofpurgatory

Disbelief in what? I saw her on my t.v.

Nothing? Bet I can change that. You must be real fun at birthdays.

It’s a pretty good show, thought their demonology is way off.

iantoxjones

That everyone here seems to have a double who starred in a television program, which just so happen to have magically appeared.

Well, I’ve seen--zombies, aliens, ghosts, time travelers, cannibals--actual cannibals, in Wales. Dinosaurs, some sort of tabletop role-playing game come to life, immortality... I would honestly be very happy if something could come as a shock.

Perhaps I’ll look it up, then. It seems to be quiet around her otherwise.

#chat: eve

thetruequeenofpurgatory

I may be new to this modern thing. But I think I just found the original owner of this body on my television.

Apparently she was a witch of some sort with her sisters.

iantoxjones

I was going to express disbelief, but I couldn't actually find any.

Nothing surprises me anymore.

#chat: Eve

ciarexmatheson

I can't believe I'm doing this.

ciarexmatheson

Wait- so you came back to life…? When you came here?

That’s interesting. That’s good to know. Did that happen to a lot of people before they came here?

And I’m not exactly a stranger to people coming back to life…. It’s a long story. But it might not be as hard for me to believe as you think. I’d love to hear more about that pteranadon though.

iantoxjones

Well, I must've--if this is life, anyway.

And it happened to some others, I know. Not everyone.

I know a man who can't die, and another who was a zombie for some time. Death seems to be a bit more fluid than they tell you in school. The pteranadon was named Myfanwy. She liked chocolate--we had to drug her to catch her the first time, though.

#chat: rex

moremetathanmeta

So has anyone seen that 'Broadchurch' show | Mini Event 5

So apparently, if I forget to shave, let my hair grow out, and act really grouchy, I might make a really good detective be the worst cop in Britain.

Honestly, the resemblance is startling.

Rory, you’re in there too!

And I think I saw something about Gwen being in the next season…

iantoxjones

Because this town really needed to be weirder.

#chat: john smith

ciarexmatheson

I can't believe I'm doing this.

ciarexmatheson

I don’t care what century it is. Talking to someone in person is always going to be more beneficial. Hell - talking to a person on the phone is better than blogging.

You expect me to believe you’re blogging from beyond the grave?

iantoxjones

No, I'm exactly where you are. I just happen to have died on the way here. In London, as a matter of fact. I don't think they'd have buried me there. If I got a burial. I didn't think to ask.

But I guess I can't expect you to believe anything, really. It takes a bit to get used to. This place is actually more boring than where I came from--my job description used to involve feeding a pteranadon.

#ciarexmatheson #chat: rex

ciarexmatheson

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I don’t blog. I just don’t.

But apparently this is the fastest way to get answers around here. So if anyone has any, I’m all ears.

iantoxjones

Welcome to the 21st century--or possibly not. I'm dead, I wouldn't know.

Theoretically, we're in a pocket dimension.

#chat: rex #ciarexmatheson

iantoxjones

Damned If You Do || Ianto & Jack

torchwoodshead

Jack eyed Ianto warily. As much as he wanted to believe that the man had come over on good intentions, he knew that he had an alterier motive. Everyone did, at least it began to pan out that way. They were all out for the book, all waiting and wanting and desiring it as fast as the Captain was trying to hide it. It had almost become a pain to him with how much he didn’t want to be messed with and yet… Everyone messed with him. Internally groaning and not very pleased with the actual arrival of his lover, Jack held his smile as tightly as he could while still making it look genuine.

Jack’s gaze followed Ianto’s as he looked behind himself towards the floor and then back towards the man. Chuckling darkly he shook his head and gave a shrug. “Curious and nosy people, y’know? Guy finds a house and suddenly everyone wants to see what he’s put in it…” Glancing behind him once more, Jack uttered a ‘or what he hasn’t’ before stepping aside to let Ianto in. Replacing the smile on his face, he turned to address him and gave another shrug. “Been around, huh?” It wasn’t meant as an accusatory question but rather a curious one.

Smirking and resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Jack shut the door behind Ianto and leaned against it. “And how would you propose I make up for it, then?” Raising both brows he waited for an answer from the other man, not really up for playing this flirtatious game of cat and mouse. Sure, if Jack was back to his old self, he’d be quick and ready, but this Jack, the new Jack, didn’t have time for these games.

iantoxjones

Ianto realized, as he stepped inside, that Jack didn’t look particularly happy to see him. Sure, he was smiling, but Ianto was quite familiar with Jack’s real smile and Jack’s I’m-tolerating-you-because-I-must smile and this one edged closer to the second. That, maybe even more than the other’s warnings, convinced him that this was not Jack, mostly because his Jack would have known he’d see right through it.

Ianto began to consider the fact that he couldn’t go forward with his original plan. He’d intended to act as though nothing was different—treat Jack as he’d always treated Jack. Faced with this sudden sense of wrongness, however, he didn’t think he was capable of it. Not only would Jack’s responses be harder to judge, but the thought of acting like this new person was the same person he’d loved was appalling. “I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other, actually,” he shrugged, buying time to make a decision. “The town’s a bit small.” An understatement if there ever was one.

Jack cut right to the chase with his next question, though; which was, first, decidedly unlike him as well and further evidence that he’d have more difficulty predicting his actions than he’d originally hoped. Second, it meant that he was out of time before he could decide how to behave. He couldn’t risk confronting Jack about the book—the entire reason he’d come was on the pretense that he didn’t care, or didn’t think Jack had changed. But he was also abruptly certain that he couldn’t bring himself to act as though nothing was wrong. That left him with, as far as Ianto could tell, only one option: confronting Jack about something entirely unrelated. “Well,” he let a little irritation seep into his tone, “You could kiss me—you have everyone else in this town.”

#torchwoodshead #para: damned if you do

iantoxjones

Damned If You Do || Ianto & Jack

torchwoodshead

Jack had realized that someone had torn up the floor to the house he was currently staying at. He knew that whoever it was, was looking for the book. Which was fine, he figured that they would, and though it annoyed him that so many people were focused on finding it, it also amused him greatly that they just couldn’t seem to quite figure it out. Which was why, at first, he thought the reason that Ianto had finally contacted him was because of this. Though, after a few conversations back and forth he realized that Ianto didn’t seem to give a damn about the book. Of course Ianto would show greater concern for him rather than the object that was most important.

Placing his hands on his hips, Jack stared around the small living room and frowned when his gaze caught the site where he laid waste to Gwen. He knew she survived, in fact, a deeper part of him hoped she did. Something within him told him that he didn’t really want to kill anyone, just hurt them as much as he possibly could. Blinking back into the present, Jack refocused onto the main event of the day: Ianto Jones. He knew that Ianto would find a way to beat him, he always did, and partly, Jack wanted him to. But another reason was he actually wanted to see the man. Which was strange, seeing as for the past month he had no reason or want to be around anyone other than what the book chose.

Hearing the knock, Jack dropped his arms to his sides and made his way over towards the door. It was in that brief seconds before he opened it that he realized without the book, he was thinking more clearly. Pulling the door open, Jack beamed at Ianto before stepping aside to let him in. “Long time no see, where have you been hiding?”

iantoxjones

Ianto knew he had to tread lightly; every word that he said mattered, because he had no idea what would or wouldn't push Jack over the edge. Even so, the man had seemed like he'd be happy enough to see him when they'd spoken over the internet. He'd brushed aside Gwen's qualms when she'd voiced them, for more than one reason. First, he didn't want to have that conversation in front of Jack--if he was going to convince the man that he trusted him, or at the very least still cared about him even if they weren't exactly on the same side, then he wasn't going to be able to entertain the idea that Jack might want to kill him. Secondly, he didn't want to believe it--like everyone else, he'd seen the damage Jack was capable of. That didn't mean he wanted to think that Jack would be capable of doing anything similar to him.

Like it or not, though, it was a possibility, so when Jack opened the door with a smile, he was faintly relieved. There was no sign of danger--except, when Jack opened the door, he could see that someone had damaged the floor of the house. Someone looking for the book, most likely. He could have joined them in searching for it, but Ianto couldn't help but feel that it wasn't really the book that mattered, not in the long run. Sure, the book was important because it was apparently causing this, had apparently possessed Jack. But that was the only reason he cared about it--because of Jack. If evil books would leave the people he loved alone, he'd be happy to let them sit around wherever they damn well pleased.

"I've been around," Ianto said, returning the smile. He didn't let any of his anxiety show as he stepped inside the house, turning to look at Jack. "It's you who skipped out without saying goodbye--bit rude, honestly. I think you have to make it up to me."

#torchwoodshead #para: damned if you do

theelderh0lmes-deactivated20150

Thoughts?

theelderh0lmes-deactivated20150

So I’ve been told. It is peculiar. Something worth looking into over a glass of Johnnie Walker.

iantoxjones

It's less intimidating than the library anyway--and who's ever heard of a haunted pub?

#chat: Mycroft #//oh the irony

theelderh0lmes-deactivated20150

Thoughts?

Would anyone know where I could acquire a bottle of Johnnie Walker?

iantoxjones

It's my understanding that the bar has almost everything, and tends to restock itself when no one is looking.

#theelderh0lmes #chat: mycroft

Damned If You Do || Ianto & Jack

It was, in all likelihood, a terrible idea, but no one seemed to have any better ones. The book was still missing, and Jack was still evil. That hadn't changed in weeks, and Ianto was sick of it. More than that, he was sick of doing nothing. He was tired of missing Jack and watching people get hurt, and he needed to see for himself how much of Jack was left. He wasn't stupid enough to hope that he'd be able to coax the good out of Jack, convince him to see the error of his ways. That ship had sailed the first time he'd attacked one of his friends. Jack's conscience had set off for greener pastures the first time he'd picked up that book, and Ianto had meant it when he'd told the rest of the team that he didn't think that this was their Jack.

At the same time, he was hoping that there was enough of Jack to be recognizable--not just in appearance, but in behavior, personality. From what he could tell, that was true. It wasn't that something completely different had taken up residence in Jack's body, it was that Jack had been drained of everything good. His ability to love, to care, seemed to have vanished. But he wasn't a completely different person, and that was what Ianto was relying on. He knew Jack very well, at this point; could predict what he'd say, what he'd like, knew how to win arguments and convince him of things and get a step ahead of him when they were disagreeing. Now he was counting on that knowledge to keep him alive for a conversation, and to help him convince this Jack to give him some sort of clue on how to bring his Jack back.

Taking a breath to steady himself, he focused on maintaining a facade of calmness. Pretending that everything was normal. Then he stepped forward and knocked on the door of house nine.

#para: Damned If You Do #para: Jack #torchwoodshead