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[Ianto's always been pretty clever and pretty good at problem solving, so it doesn't take him very long to figure out how to get to the network and post a video. Once he gets there, though, he doesn't know what to say. What do you say when you're pretty sure that you should be dead and all of a sudden you find yourself in some bloody great mansion that you've never seen before in your life and you have no idea where you are or what you're doing there or how Jack and Gwen are doing back home. The only thing that Ianto's sure of is that he's dead, and so wherever he is, home is at least somewhere he can't be returning to.]

Right. [He clears his throat.] Look, I. Can anyone tell me where this is? It's just that there are some places that you expect to end up, yeah? Everything that Suzie said, that Owen and Jack said, about the Darkness, I thought. [He stops himself. He doesn't want to make assumptions. Maybe this isn't the afterlife, maybe this is... Who is he kidding, he's so out of his element and turned on his head he doesn't know what to think. He shakes his head.]

Doesn't matter. Point is, this isn't where I'm supposed to be. I was. [Dead. Dying.] I. This isn't where I expected to wake up. [He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated and well. A bit frightened at the same time.] I know that it sounds a bit mad. I feel a bit mad asking, but. [Top Secret Organization and all, and he's using it as a relative safe word.] I don't suppose anyone here has heard of Torchwood?

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[He's too worked up right now to have to keep beating around the bush, and so he's glad for it when Martha takes the decision of whether to tell her or not out of his hands. He can't help the almost sob that he makes, and he doesn't know whether it's in relief or grief or what, but. He shakes his head and when he speaks, his voice is rough with emotion and unshed tears.] ...no.

[That sound he makes causes Martha's throat to close up. She closes her eyes for a moment, unclenches her fists and then clenches them again. Here's someone else who they hadn't been able to save, and while Ianto isn't her responsibility, that doesn't change how she feels about it.

Jack. She's going to need to find Jack, and soon, if possible.]

I'm so sorry.

[Ianto shakes his head, bringing a hand up to run across his face and brush away any tears that are threatening to spill.] S'alright. [His voice is low, heavy with emotion.] It's not like it was all that unexpected. No one from Torchwood ever does live to draw their pension. [Ianto may or may not be putting on a brave face for her right now. Yes, he never expected to live all that long. But he had hoped... Especially for Jack. But none of that mattered anymore. Not since everything had gone to shit.]

[It's the exact words that Owen had given her when this had come up as a result of their shadows -- or, not exactly the same, but close enough. Martha hates this idea that every Torchwood operative just expects to die young. It's not right, it's not fair, and part of her is frustrated with Jack for ever allowing this to happen to his subordinates, even if it's not strictly his fault. He didn't make them join, and they had all known the risks, but...]

That doesn't make it any easier to bear. I... suppose you can see this place as a second chance, for what that's worth. You should find the others.

Yeah. [Ianto nods. He will. He wants to. More than anything. Find the others, check in, make sure that they're doing alright. In fact, there's one person he needs to see. Even if Jack doesn't know, he'll understand, he'll be there for him. Right?]

...you said that Jack was here?

Yes, Jack and Owen.

[Martha's well aware of the special connection that Jack and Ianto have, though, and so she isn't surprised to see that Jack's his priority. She hasn't seen Jack for the past few days, but that's not necessarily out of the ordinary in this place. It's probably easiest to just give Ianto his room number.]

He's on the sixth floor, room 27. [It is a little shocking that Jack hasn't contacted Ianto already, but maybe he hasn't been checking his mobile.]

[Ianto memorizes that room number. He's going to look for Jack, if Jack doesn't find him first. He hasn't heard from him - that much should be clear, even in this conversation with Martha. He nods, minutely, still trying to take it all in. Still wondering why Jack isn't responding, if he really is here. When is he from? How much does he remember? He has to shake himself out of those thoughts and continue.] Owen's on his way to find me. I. Haven't heard anything from Jack.

[It's good to hear that Owen's going to be there to take care of this, although Martha can already think of a number of different ways that that could go horribly wrong. Owen isn't the most sensitive person, and if he finds out about what happened to Ianto, how's he going to react?

Torchwood politics, she tells herself. She shouldn't butt in too much, but it's hard not to when she knows them all and when Jack is such a dear friend.] That's odd. [There's no denying that Jack should have spoken up by now.] Let me know if you can't find him, we can always go searching together.

[Ianto's got some of the same suspicions that she does about Owen's sensitivities. He's also got the same concerns that she does that Jack hasn't shown his head yet, if he's really there.] Yeah, alright.

We can get together, even if we're not searching for Jack, yeah? It'd be good to see you... [Ianto's not usually one for all that much social interaction, but she's a familiar face and he's feeling rather clingy. Considering the whole dying a few hours ago thing and all.]

[Martha's touched that Ianto would ask. She feels that the two of them got along rather well during her small stint at Torchwood, but it all would have gone a bit better if things hadn't gone so out of control with Owen's death and everything else.

Still, Ianto's definitely a friend by her estimation, and he's probably in need of a kinder approach as compared to whatever he'll get from Owen.] Of course! Let me know when you're finished with Owen and I'll come find you.

[He enjoyed their time together. Gossiping with her about his sex life. Meeting up again in Switzerland, she was there for him there as well. They might not have had time to really get to know each other, but they've worked together at Torchwood, and that gives them a camaraderie that makes Ianto trust her more than most people out there, to be perfectly frank.]

Of course. [He even offers her the smallest of smiles here. And a sincere one at that.]

[As for Martha, she tends to make friends easily, and Ianto's someone that she finds it simple to get along with. Quiet, but he's a good listener, and much more clever and sharp-witted than most would think at first.

She nods and ends the feed, keeping her mobile on hand in case he contacts her later in the day.]

[A bit later in the day, after Ianto's gotten himself slightly drunk and then Owen's left him to cool off in his room while he goes off to do god knows what, probably just give him some air, Ianto finds his phone in his hand and Martha dialed in even before he realizes what he's doing.]

...still no word from Jack. [And with Owen gone, he's left to himself. It's a dangerous place to be, alone with his thoughts. He could use some company.]

[That seems to be Owen's way of re-initiating contact with her. Martha frowns down at the screen and his face, because he looks completely miserable. She can't blame him, when he'd just been dead and now he's stuck in some sadistic version of Wonderland without Jack.

But really, where has Jack gone? Did he honestly disappear from this place right as Ianto arrived? Martha can hardly stomach that. It's not fair.]

I'm sorry, Ianto. I haven't seen him either.

[Ianto nods. He suspected as much. He can't help the fact that it hurts nonetheless.]

I think I might be ready to take you up on that offer now. Owen's left for the moment, I don't know whether he said he was working or just out, but he's gone, and. ['I don't want to be alone.'] I could use the company.

If. You're not busy, that is. I wouldn't want to impose.

[Just like Owen to head off without even an explanation of where he's going. Martha fights the urge to roll her eyes, because it won't do much good at this point.]

Not busy at all, Ianto. I'd be happy to come by. Where are you now?

[If Owen's of any use at all, then he helped Ianto find a room for himself. If not, then Martha can do that herself, but she waits for his response first.]

I'm in Owen's room. He's... Let me stay over again, for the time being.

I, ehm. Could meet you somewhere else if you'd prefer. Although he did give me the permission to be here, I doubt he'd mind if I let you over for a little while either.

[[ooc: wow i'm sorry, school got the better of me for the last month, i didn't mean for it to be this long before i could get back to this ;; if you'd rather drop this that's alright, but i'd love to start something new if so]]

Edited (OOPS i thought this was later than it was, my bad >>) 2013-08-16 00:59 (UTC)

I can come find you there and if we want to get out of the cave of dreariness that's Owen's room, we can do that. [Martha quirks a smile and winks at Ianto. It might be for the best if she tries to keep things light, at least until she gets there.]

I'll see you soon! [And then she ends the feed.]

[ooc: I'm thinking maybe we can end this here with some handwaving that they talked, and continue on with the other thread we have?]

sounds good to me!

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feel free to time skip to later and have him call/text her!

yes yes yes i will do this!

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i'm sorry that this is so late, forgive me :(

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