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[cofficer]

[Meet Ianto. Ianto is eleven. So far Ianto has been rather freaked out by his predicament, and has rooted around the room, in the process finding several articles of clothing that don't look like they'll fit him for another fourteen years and a diary full of completely impossible things. When the Sphere flickers on, he steps back warily.]What's -

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sakfjklsaj. sorry for the triple response. i'm dumb this morning.

[marredgoldfinch]

Êtes-vous perdu trop?

/Are you lost too?/

[lost little French boy with an over-sized button-up shirt on]

[cofficer]

[blinks - well, that was odd]

... No...

... Yes...

[marredgoldfinch]

Nous sommes dans l'espace. Mais je ne sais pas comment.

/We're in space. But I don't know how./

[cofficer]

But - that's impossible!

[cofficer]

I'm - Ianto. Ianto Jones.

Where am I? Where's my dad?

[cofficer]

-- What?

I hope so...

[oliverplus]

We're on holiday! Wanna play a game?

[cofficer]

Holiday? But - dad can't take holidays, he has to work.

[oliverplus]

Then maybe that's why he's not here?

[cofficer]

[he shakes his head decisively - Ianto's dad wouldn't let him go anywhere on his own]

[hark_of_swords]

Ianto...?

Ianto, stay calm.

[cofficer]

[o.o]

Who are you? How do you know my name? Where's dad?

[hark_of_swords]

[In his very best authoritative but not scary voice.]

It's okay. Your Dad is okay.

For now, you're just going to have to trust me on that.

My name's Jack Harkness. I'm... a friend.

Believe me, I know what you're going through.

[His face settles into an expression he hopes says just that.]

[cofficer]

All - all right.

[redpaperfan]

[ Really, the most interesting part of all this is how much the kids band together to talk to each other, intentionally or otherwise. ]

Jack's right. Your father's fine. He's also not present.