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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is sorting out the archives. Or at least part of them. He's knelt in front of a filing cabinet with one draw open, removing files that have been put in there by accident and rearranging those that are left. Even though this only seems to be the letters j-l there are 12 large filing cabinets in total, each draw containing the files on a particular subject.

And this is just the paperwork-- the alien artefacts themselves are kept in a completely different section of the archives, as is any information on them that wouldn't be relevant to the section he's currently filing. Whoever tries to tell you maintaining archives was easy is lying.]

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[contract_star]

Still mute, huh?

Do you need any help?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Nods at the first question, but shakes his head at the second. He reaches for one of the files and indicates the "CLASSIFIED" stamp on the front.]

[contract_star]

Ah...I should probably leave you alone then. Sorry.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

["You don't have to. So long as you don't read anything it isn't really a problem."]

[contract_star]

Would you like me to bring you something, then? Food, coffee?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

["I think I'll be alright. Thanks."]

[contract_star]

Alright, then. Just, um...throw a paper airplane or something if you change your mind.