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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Where's the Master?

[Ianto appears on the Plane, gun drawn and looking far from happy.  He gets straight to the point, because he's clearly not in the mood for small talk... no prizes for guessing why he's so angry and who he's blaming.]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[It's better than her running round sparking everywhere, as far as he's concerned.] Who did?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Involuntary little rumbling purr.] The stone maiden and the jewel knave. They're standing at the center of the drain, the eye, watching the world spin...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Purring's a good sign, so he scritches that spot again.] Can you give me names?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Names? Names, Squanto? She mrrts and shifts, still rumbling away.] Capricious Cabochon, Fickle Facet, twinkly winkly little starchildren, their frequencies bend around black holes...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...asking for names probably wasn't his best plan. He makes a mental note anyway, in case anyone else knows who they are.] They're responsible for the disappearances?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[...and her purr gives several little spurts like a dying motor.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...and he's not going to get anything more out of her, so he rolls his eyes but continues to stroke her, making sure he doesn't disturb her too much.]