Ianto Jones

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Today was a rather terrifying day to be a parent. Kai seems to be unharmed from the ... whatever it was. (Jack theorized that it was a pulse of some kind, but that was before the second ... whatever it was.) Matilda is keeping close to him, of course.

Anyway, we're working on it. I came home basically for us to have supper together and kiss Kai goodnight, and then it's back to work.

[Filtered to Owen]

Owen, how soon could you be on a plane and come back to Cardiff?

We only saved one.


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Lorne and I are in Denver again. I get my first American Thanksgiving! The boys were thrilled to have us here--Liam is still on the couch with me, in fact, and seems reluctant to go to bed. In fact he wants to type a little.


Hi this is Liam! Im typing on uncle ianto's Computer! He's telling me how to spell stuff! Tomorrow we will eat turkey! Bye!



So there you have it.

Apparently it's part of the tradition to meditate on what you're thankful for, so.

*I am thankful for my beautiful city, which has always been a place of refuge and comfort for me.
*I am thankful for my family, who love me unconditionally.
*I am thankful for my meatspace friends, who began as coworkers and became so much more.
*I am thankful for my online friends, who are so much more than merely words on the screen.
*I am thankful for Lorne's family, who welcomed me as a part of them without question.
*I am thankful for Lorne. He brings so much peace and happiness to my life, and I love him beyond measure.

Happy Thanksgiving, those of you who celebrate.

Lorne went early this morning to get his family from the airport. I assume they're at the house now, settling in and recovering from jetlag. I hope that's what they're doing, anyway.

Me, I'm stuck at work for the next several hours.

[Filtered to Lorne]
Baby, something happened earlier that I can't quite explain. I'm fine, I'm not hurt, no need to worry. But you may want to come into the Hub this afternoon and see this for yourself.

DR. OWEN HARPER is not allowed to gesture, gesticulate, aim, level, direct or otherwise point any instrument at his team mates until he 1)knows exactly what they do and 2)knows exactly how their aiming functionality works. He is not allowed to use anything that fires within the Hub proper until the above criteria have been met unless he is in the shooting range.

DR. OWEN HARPER must also to spend more time at said shooting range, as his aim is in desperate need of improvement.

[Filtered to Owen, Jack, Lorne, Gwen, Toshiko]

This morning I cleaned out the refrigerator. The following items were inside. Could the owners of these items please make themselves known. Any items not claimed by the end of the day will be disposed of.

* 1x energy drink (half-empty)
* 1x sparkling mineral water (half-empty, flat)
* 2x apples
* 1x pork pie
* 3x milk (actually just 1 now, I threw the others away)
* 1x tomato ketchup
* 1x leftover beef chow mein (probably inedible)
* 1x Cornish pasty
* 1x alien blood sample (OWEN I WARNED YOU ABOUT THIS)
* 4x probiotic yogurt drinks
* 2x salami snacks


Thank you for your kind attention.
Ianto

[Filtered to Jack]

I found the "Mum's the Word" pamphlet you wanted. It's from 1979. Surely we have a more up-to-date employee introductory manual to give to Lorne?

[Filtered to Lorne]

Welcome to your first day of work, baby. Play nice with the other kids.

[ooc: La la la.]

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Owen was knocked out for a few hours by a stun gun--well, stun stick, I suppose--and Jack is currently in the cells because he's possessed by an alien entity.

Fucking Torchwood.

At least Lorne is here. We're still not at a place where we can hold hands and be comfortable again, but he's smiling at me sometimes.

It helps.

Looks like it's going to be an all-nighter, figuring this out.

[Filtered to Torchwood]

Rift activity in Butetown, a big spike. We may have a visitor.