✘ 45

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is sitting at the bar, his diary open in front of him and a half empty bottle of beer just to the right of it. In front of the diary is a small wooden box. One any Torchwood members would recognise as the box Jack keeps Retcon in. Underneath this is a sheath of Retcon related paperwork.

He doesn't exactly look upset, but he does look uncertain, and more than a little lost. His gaze is focussed entirely on one particular page of his diary, and his finger traces his place on the page as he mutters whatever he's written there. He pauses each time he finishes, then brings his finger back up to the top of the page before starting again.

It doesn't seem to be helping, and whatever he's looking for it's evident he's yet to find it. He stops abruptly, his finger only half way down the page. He snorts, snatching his bottle from the bar and drinks from it, pushing it off to one side once its emptied.]

Typical. Bloody Torchwood.

Comments

[mercwamouth]

Bar sure has been crowded lately.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Recent events?

[mercwamouth]

Hey, I've been a happy ray of sunshine lately. I'm not gonna let you party poopers get me down.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Next time I don't feel like being cheerful, I'll check it's alright with you first, shall I?

[mercwamouth]

My secretary has the forms.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Ace carries with her a pint of ale, dark in colour and bitter in taste - just the way she likes it. She's bored, and nosy curious so she decides to strike up a conversation. She's not yet come across anyone from Torchwood, and doesn't recognize the name (or the box).]

Somebody torched your wood? Why?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[On any other day Ianto might find that funny. If was actually, you know... funny. But he might have been vaguely amused.] ...please tell me that pun was unintentional.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Takes a sip from her ale and tilts her head to the side.]

Sorry, was that a pun? Wasn't meant to be one.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He glances up at her, shutting the diary and placing it next to the papers.] Ah. No one's torched anything. Just the name of the organisation, is all.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[Helps herself to the seat next to Ianto, not waiting for an invitation. She's like that]

So what's this organization down that's so typical?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Wiped our own memories, by the looks of things. No indication as to why, and all our records wiped. Probably for good reason, but it's still a bit frustrating.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

Bloody hell. I'd think "a bit frustrating" is an understatement.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You're telling me.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

I've got a bit of energy t' work off what with six month of trying to be all Zen like - need any help convincing anyone t' tell you what happened?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Best not. I reckon we'd have left ourselves something if we were meant to. And Retcon's imperfect; I don't think this is something I want to risk remembering.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

Wait a mo, let me get this straight; it's your own organization that's had your memory wiped? And you're alright with that?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

There's five of us; given that none of us remember anything, and all CCTV and records have been purged from the system, I'd say there was at least some cooperation.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

I guess there must have been a serious reason then. You're more trusting then I am, though. I wouldn't be able to stand it.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, I can barely stand it. I've been looking for days, just in case we left something I've missed.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[O hay Ianto, have a Crowley slithering up to the bar next to you. He looks...insufferably smug, as usual.]

More paperwork?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He's tempted to throw his empty bottle at him, but he's above that. No, really. He is.]

It's more of a lack of paperwork, really.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

What, they've run out of things for you to file? Tea to fetch? [he grins] Perhaps they're preparing to downsize. Tough times, you know.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's not in the mood to deal with Crowley today (less so than usual, even). He stands abruptly, and goes behind the bar to fetch another beer.] Or perhaps I don't remember a bloody thing about what's happened in the past three weeks.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[In his defence, Crowley drops the grin. He's had his own fair share of troubles lately, so he's no stranger to this sort of mood.]

Come again?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[If the Plane weren't the only place he could vent, he might acknowledge that. As it is, he just gives him an irritated look as he opens his beer.]

I didn't realise you were hard of hearing.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And I didn't realise you were an alcoholic. Unless of course you've lost your memory for some other reason, in which case an explanation might be in order.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

How's 'I wiped my own memory' for an explanation?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...s'a good one, yeah. Any particular reason?