01 - audio ; ; get this on the road

[likesavantgarde]

[Loooong silence before a heavily accented male voice speaks.]

So either Jack and Gwen redecorated while I popped out for lunch, and if that is the case then this is a bit much - even for you, Jack - or this is... not The Hub. Really going out on a limb here, but I'm guessing it's not even Cardiff anymore. [Deadpanned. There's a fiddling with

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[soundsofdrums]

[Taptaptaptap. He's peering at the PCD, trying to place why that voice sounds just a tiny bit familiar.]

You're Torchwood's coffee boy, aren't you, now?

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[likesavantgarde]

[ Okay so that's a little dis-concerning, that someone here knows who he is. That he works for Torchwood... ]

And you're... wait, aren't you Harold Saxon?

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[soundsofdrums]

Well, yes. Terribly sorry, but I can't remember your name. All of your little Scooby gang just kind of blends in with each other.

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[likesavantgarde]

Ianto Jones.

Sorry, but have we ever actually met?

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[jackedthename]

[This is a very happy Jack, grinning at him from Fallingwater, where he's poking around again some more.]

Ianto. Press the yellow button on the side, there, it'll send me your coordinates.

You've guessed right, this place is called Adstringendum. No way out as far as I can tell, but we can always work on that.

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[likesavantgarde]

[ And there's a face he wasn't expecting to see! It's not an unwelcome surprise, but just the opposite. He examines the device, hitting the button before responding. ]

Adstringendum. And we're stuck. Got it.

Did aliens do it?

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[jackedthename]

[Jack will be hurrying to wherever Ianto is, then, fully intent on welcoming him properly to Adstringendum.]

Spirits, apparently. Managed to talk to one a while back, but they didn't say much. Who else from home have you seen? I'll tell you if you've missed anyone.

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[likesavantgarde]

Spirits. You mean we were brought here by ghosts?

[ He sighs. ] I spoke with Martha.

And Tosh.

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[quietandgeeky]

Hello, Ianto. [grin]

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[likesavantgarde]

[ ... and Ianto there seems to stop. Because -- well, it's Tosh. He takes a moment to wonder and evaluate because, maybe he is dead.... ]

Tosh?

[private]

[quietandgeeky]

Yeah - listen, Ianto, this place pulls people in from different timelines.

[private]

[likesavantgarde]

This is insane.

But... it's so good to see you, Tosh.

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[toldherstory]

This is turning out to be quite the party. [amused] 'lo, Ianto.

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[likesavantgarde]

Martha, hi.

Is there anyone that isn't here?

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[toldherstory]

Just Gwen, as far as I can tell. I only turned up yesterday, though.

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[likesavantgarde]

At least they didn't bring us in all on our own. That's something.

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[bestestfurrend]

[A small but smiling grey troll with tiny cat-ear-like horns and a kitty hood on her head pops up on screen.]

Uh huh we can hear you! Hi!! [waving enthusiastically]

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[likesavantgarde]

[ blink blink. Awkward wave. ]

Oh, erm. Hello.

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[bestestfurrend]

Hello! [She doesn't seem to mind repeating her greeting, and sits down with a flopping motion, her device held in her lap so that she can continue talking to him.] I'm afuraid you're most purrobably right, this isn't where you were befur.

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[likesavantgarde]

No, it's a little too 'hit by the apocalypse' looking to be Cardiff. Unless I went and missed something in the last five minutes I stepped out... this is not it.

[ Not that it's entirely unlikely, or anything. ]