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June 7th, 2009
 | 12:01 am - Birthday!!
A birthday party post for Ianto, Jack, and the Doctor. Because it's too hard to coordinate things on YM.
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April 18th, 2009
 | 10:23 pm
Continued from here due to whitescreening.
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November 8th, 2008
 | 01:42 am - There's Someone In My Head, But It's Not Me
Ianto walks down the street next to Doctor, looking back and forth between the Doctor and pavement in front of his feet. As odd and sometimes empty as it feels to have a year of his life missing, as much as he trusts the Doctor, he can't help the nervousness that rises and falls within him, twisting his stomach. He keeps remembering London, what they did to him there.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/mood/weather/worried.gif) worried
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October 31st, 2008
| 02:09 pm - Halloween Party!
Ianto finished setting up the last of the pumpkins along the spa's wide front porch. Q had gladly agreed to provide some decorations for the party, and, in Ianto's opinion, had really outdone himself. They were fantastic.
( The pumpkin artistry of Quirinus Quirrel )
He went back inside, checking his costume one last time in the mirror. The khaki trousers and blue work shirt and red braces, even the heavy work-boots, he'd had no trouble in finding, but he'd had to borrow Jack's coat. WWII greatcoats just weren't easy to find these days. He'd had to pin it a bit to make it fit his more slender frame, but he was pleased with the results. The hair, well, not much he could do about that; it was too short. He'd made an effort to brush it the way Jack did, though.
He walked through to the kitchen to check on the refreshments. There were bowls of crisps and pretzels and candy. He'd made a fresh pot of coffee, in case anyone wanted some, and there were two bowls of punch, one alcoholic and one not, and a soda and beer on a cooler of ice by the door leading outside. He didn't know how cold it would be, so wanted to leave the option for people to stay inside or go out onto the grounds.
He and Jack had taken care to wear the pups out, giving them more practice walking around the grounds with their leashes, and then relocated them, bed, blankets, waterbowl and all, to the largest of the bathrooms, keeping the door firmly shut.
Everything seemed to be in good order, so he went back out to the porch, waiting for the guests to arrive.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/mood/weather/happy.gif) excited
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July 29th, 2008
| 11:33 pm - Welcome My Son, Welcome to the Machine
He hasn't really been avoiding Caprica the last few days. At least not consciously. Not to the extent that it looks like anything other than him being a bit busier than he usually is. Except he's not. Just, after hearing what she had to say at the Cafe, he needs some time to process everything. It sounds too much like the Cybermen. Too much like Lisa. And if he said something right then, he was sure to regret it. He knows Caprica, she's his friend. He's not going to turn against her, hate her automatically, just because of something like that. But still, he needs...time. And he's had it, now. No sense in waiting any longer.
He catches Caprica as she's getting ready to leave at the end of the day. "Caprica. Can I talk to you?"
Current Mood: worried
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July 3rd, 2008
 | 11:50 am - Movie Night?
It's late afternoon when Ianto heads across the grounds from the spa. The last client has left, the massage rooms are cleaned and sanitised, all the files filed. He makes his way over to the cottage that Q is renting, feeling a bit bad that he hasn't seen much of him in the weeks since he started working. He raises a hand and knocks on the door.
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May 17th, 2008
 | 02:48 pm - On the Auspicious Occasion of His Twenty-Seventh Birthday
It's not like he's ever really made a big deal about his birthday. He'd never been the type for big parties, or expensive presents. Over the past few years, he'd even forgotten a couple of times, so caught up in work that he was lucky he remembered what year it was, let alone what day.
He'd thought that maybe this year might be different, though. There was so much less stress here in Margate. He'd remembered. Thought that maybe he'd have a little get-together, some cake, maybe a bottle of wine, something like that. Alex would remember just enough to wish him a happy birthday, which was all that Ianto wanted from him.
But Alex isn't here. Neither is Jack. The two most important people in his life, not with him on his birthday. He'd abandoned the idea of any kind of party weeks ago. He couldn't invite Alex and not Jack, or Jack and not Alex. And he certainly couldn't invite both of them, not unless he wanted to end up with a brawl instead of a party. He isn't sure if Alex would have shown up, anyway.
He sighs. It doesn't really matter, anyway. He's not really turning twenty-seven today. The readings Jack had taken with the rift monitor showed that he had lost months when he fell through to Margate; he's months past twenty-seven now, even if he doesn't remember any of it.
He's still got his diary that Jack gave him weeks ago, a record of all those missing months, the hidden story of his past, that he's been too busy or too sad or too frightened to read since then. Oh, well, no better time than the present. He takes it from where he's put it, in the top drawer of the night table, and opens it to the last date he can remember (so long ago), and begins reading.
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April 11th, 2008
 | 07:29 pm - Everything All At One Go
Ianto lets himself into the Spa as he would do on any other morning, rubbing his hands together briskly; it's gotten cold overnight. Of course, sleeping in the bed alone didn't help. He feels a pang of unutterable loss at that thought.
The place seems oddly quiet, ( Hello? Is there anybody in there? )
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March 23rd, 2008
 | 09:00 pm - An Unexpected Call
It's fully dark by the time Ianto hears the beep to let him know his phone is done charging. He goes over to collect it, preferring to keep it with him when he can. A glance at the display shows he has a message waiting for him. He hadn't heard it ring, though. Maybe while he was making coffee, or doing the washing up, or playing with Alex and Dog, before Alex took him out for a walk on the beach. They've been gone awhile now, still not back.
He enters the number for his voicemail, then the password. And then stumbles over to the couch, sitting down hard, when he hears the voice. No. No, it can't be. But it is. Same voice, as always loud and brash and full of confidence, still laughing, even after being yanked through the Rift. He listens to it over and over again, just to hear his voice, tears almost running down his face. He pinches himself, has to make sure he's not dreaming.
He sits there, dumb, for a few minutes, before dialing the numbers with shaking hands. He waits, trembling, heart in his throat, as he listens to it ring.
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February 26th, 2008
 | 07:16 pm - Relaxing at Home
Ianto's just got back from walking Dog out on the beach. Alex is away at work, and Phedre had said he didn't need to come in today, so he had spent a good long time outside, enjoying that the weather seemed to turning towards spring a bit.
He shrugs out of his jacket as he walks in the door of flat, then heads into the kitchen to set some water out for Dog. The flat is welcoming now, even in its silence, such a change from a few weeks ago. He's so relieved that things have returned to normal between him and Alex, that he has Alex back.
He gives a small smile as he takes a seat on the couch, opening the laptop. He tries every day to hack into the Torchwood files. Still no luck, not even close, but he's not giving up yet.
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January 17th, 2008
 | 01:54 am - I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why
Ianto sighs, and rubs his hands over his eyes. He's been sitting on the couch for what feels like hours, trying to get the computer to work to his satisfaction. He thinks he's finally got it; it's nothing close to what he had at Torchwood, but it will work well enough for what he needs here in Margate. He stretches, and looks around the flat. Still empty. It's gotten late, later than he thought, after midnight by now. He's still not tired, but that's not surprising. His sleep patterns have been shot to hell the past week. No, more than a week, now. Nine days? Ten? He's lost count. Not bothered to keep track. No need. The numbers will just keep getting higher and higher, one day after another after another, until he manages to leave.
He stands up, wincing a bit at the stiffness in his legs; he's been sitting for too long. He walks back towards his room (our room) and stares at the bed, contemplating trying to sleep anyway. The window is still open.
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January 7th, 2008
| 04:43 am - Staring at the Dark Again, You Left Your Silhouette Upon My Pillow ...
The silence is the first thing that gets to him. It's so quiet, the flat shouldn't be quiet. But Dee is out, seems he can stand being stuck in the flat even less in winter than he can usually. And Alex is...gone. Just left. God knows where. He just walked out. And Ianto didn't stop him. He couldn't. Not again, not this time. There were only so many times he could chase after him, ask and plead and make nice until Alex came back.
( Well here I am again, back where I started )
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December 29th, 2007
| 03:48 am - After the Christmas Party....
Ianto is silent as he walks next to Alex, heading back to their flat after leaving Minerva's party. He's regretting that he even asked Alex to go with him in the first place. It's dark out, and the streets are wet, reflecting the glow from the street lights. He thrusts his hands into his pockets, staring resolutely at his shoes as they rise and fall from the pavement.
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November 6th, 2007
 | 05:23 pm - Curry. And Maybe Some Talking.
Ianto walks out of the cafe ahead of Dee, then stops and lets him take the lead, since Dee is the one who knows where they're going. Ianto has never heard of this take-away curry place Dee mentioned. Getting some food and relaxing back at the flat with a few beers sounds great right about now, though. Dee's an easy person to relax around, although he seems to have something on his mind. Ianto guesses that he's missing home, although he's not going to ask. Dee will talk if he wants to.
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October 27th, 2007
 | 09:57 pm - Trying to Relax
Ianto sits in the apartment, both enjoying the quiet and somewhat put off by it. Dee is out, as he usually is, enjoying his time on beach; Ianto hasn't seen much of him these past few days. Alex is gone again, too, taking off to who knew where. He'd said he needed space, which Ianto is more than willing to give him, no matter how unexpected saying such a thing might be. He's just worried about him, he isn't in such great shape at the moment, either physically or emotionally. He knows he's responsible to at least some of the one, and most if not all of the other, and feels a bit guilty at that.
He goes to the kitchen and pours himself another cup of coffee, despite the fact that it's midafternoon, returning to the living room and taking seat on the couch, picking up the paper and leafing through it idly.
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October 1st, 2007
 | 04:22 pm - I Have Always Imagined Paradise Will Be Some Kind of Library
Ianto heads out of the pub, following closely behind Remus. "Library's off that way," he says, pointing vaguely. "I promise not to get us too lost." He grins broadly. "I have been there before, just not from here."
"So," he asks curiously as they head down the street, "how much experience do you have with...Muggle...technology?"
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September 25th, 2007
| 06:17 pm - Back at the Flat
After leaving the cafe, Dee and Ianto head back to the flat, stopping on the way to pick up some beer. Ianto enjoys their easy conversation, realising how much he had missed Dee while he was gone. Laughing as he fumbles the key in the lock, he heads upstairs, turning almost out of habit to check that Dee is following him.
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September 20th, 2007
| 03:05 pm - On the Beach
Ianto smiled as he walked along the beach, enjoying the cool breeze blowing in off the ocean. He headed away from the main area of the beach, where the tourists and families were. After the hectic atmosphere of both the raffle and the party, he appreciated the peace and quiet.
He took a seat on a rock jutting out of the sand and stretched his legs out in front of him, listening to the sound of waves rolling in.
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September 8th, 2007
| 10:18 am - House Hunting
*walks up to the building, taking a look around. It's close to the beach, if nothing else*
*turns to Dee* Looks nice enough on the outside, anyway.
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September 1st, 2007
| 01:49 pm - At the Bar
*walks down the street, Dee next to him, keeping his eyes open for nice, quiet-looking pub*
Have you ever been to England before, then?
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August 26th, 2007
| 02:42 pm
Hello.
Feel free to ask me any questions you might have. I'm not sure how well I'll be able to answer them, but I'll do my best.
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