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[suitedforcoffee]

Jack...?

[The snow crunches under Ianto's feet as he looks around. There's a long, silent pause before he speaks again, and then the crunching resumes rhythmically as he begins to walk.]

Right, this is... I have no idea what this is. I have no idea where this is, but I'll have you know this isn't my diary. I don't even know why I picked it up

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[Voice]

[captain_in_you]

Ianto...?

Ianto! It's... you're here? Where are you? Are you all right?

[Voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

Jack!

[Oh, is he glad to hear that voice.]

Jack, I'm... I'm not sure. I'm alright, just freezing my arse off, and I...I have wings. I have wings and I'm in a forest. What the bloody hell is going on? Where are you?

[Voice/Action]

[captain_in_you]

[He's already out the door, coat billowing behind him as he heads for the forest.] Stay where you are, I'll find you. Don't worry, I'll explain everything. Do you hear water running? Any landmarks around you?

[Voice/Action]

[suitedforcoffee]

J-just trees.

[He's shivering now, and it comes through in his voice.]

Wait. I might hear water. I'm going to head towards it.

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[tothelibrary]

Surprise, you're on Kidnap Camera?

[ dawn. ]

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[suitedforcoffee]

[...That was actually quite funny, Dawn, but he'd rather not be the star of this show, whatever it really is.]

I'll have you know that sort of thing is only clever when I come up with it.

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[tothelibrary]

I don't know, I thought it was pretty funny.

...Hi, I'm Dawn. Sometimes I'm helpful, I just have this condition with making jokes at inappropriate moments.

You're, um. Kidnapped? Sorry.

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[suitedforcoffee]

Hullo, Dawn. Yes, I think I got that part. But kidnapped where? And why? And more importantly at the moment, where can I find some clothes and indoor heating?

[voice]

[automoblephilia]

As long as you don't have a craving for flesh you'll probably do pretty well here. And you're probably going to get a whole lot of people popping in to tell you a whole lot of the same things.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

...I can't say that I do. And who am I speaking to?

[voice]

[automoblephilia]

Well that's typical. [ Psh can't even be interesting, oh well. ]

Name's Crowley.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

I've had bad experiences with people who crave flesh. Not my idea of a hobby.

[And he hopes it isn't yours either, Crowley.]

How long have you been here then, Crowley?

[ voice ]

[slaying]

Wait -- what did you say your name was? Ee-yan-tow? Is that even a name?

[ voice ]

[suitedforcoffee]

[What. Excuse you, Miss America, have the raised eyebrow of doom.]

Ianto. [He elongates the vowels, pronouncing them very clearly, as if Buffy is a small child.] It's a proper, common Welsh name, thank you. And who are you, then?

[ voice ]

[slaying]

Buffy. Buffy Summers.

[ voice ]

[suitedforcoffee]

Your name is Buffy.

[a pause]

There's this saying. Has to do with pots and kettles. You may be familiar with it?

[voice]

[soulbait]

[Nice accent man. But Ciel, warm in his nice posh home is ... well mostly he's just being frustrated at everything, so here, have some belated trolling]

If you are so grateful for this new life you might do well to avoid death by exposure. I can only assume that would be a terribly embarrassing way to pass for a second time.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

No. That hadn't occurred to me. I'm out in the snow half-naked because I thought it would be terribly clever.

[The sarcasm is thick with this one, Ciel. He's accustomed to trolls.]

[voice]

[soulbait]

[But I am a posh 19th century noble I exist to troll the common man.]

Well, falling to frostbite before even finding civilization certainly would be a clever form of protest to your current situation.

[voice]

[suitedforcoffee]

I think I'll stick with writing a scathing letter of complaint to the management, thanks.