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Right, this was not the way I wanted to start my day. One minute he was here and the next he was gone. No warning.
Just spent the past four hours sitting in his room, trying to get myself back on track. All I want to do is curl up in the bed behind me and stare at TB for awhile. Then I'd love to rant and scream and be an ass about the situation.
However, I'm not Cori and I'm going to have my hands full straightening out his affairs now that he's gone. At least I know that whereever he is, I'm with him, sort of.
First Blue and now Ianto. I [insert alien curse word here] hate this City.
I just wish he was still here with me.
Right, time to get to work.
Okay kids, looks like we've lost our Mr. Jones. This means no more delicious coffee and we're going to have to pitch in to keep the place clean. I'll be getting a more user friendly coffee pot for the place here shortly, because I don't think the Doctor could work that monstrocity Ianto used to give us our morning elixer. Besides, it's his so to speak.
In the meantime I'm going to move into his room and maintain my own room for an office, so for those of you keeping count, we have one free room at the time being.
I think that's all, please don't make me write up a chore table with little smiley faces for everybody. Just saying.
Mr. Styles,
I regret to inform you that as of today, Mr. Ianto Jones is no longer here in the City with us. Upon reviewing his computer I see where he has been doing work for you and has files in progress. If you wish, I can continue his work until you find someone you wish to replace him Only no replacing, since he'll be back!.
Let me know.
Sincerely,
Captain Jack Harkness
Luke, looks like Ianto went home. I'm letting people he worked with know so you can take appropriate measures.
CJH
Well damn, there went the coffee dealer.
[ooc: Strikes are not there. :) Thus ends Jack's PSA announcement for the day.]