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OPEN | up we'll go in white light
Who: Ianto Jones (and you!)
Where: Around the Mansion and grounds.
When: August 9 - 11
Rating: ... let's put it at potentially mature content to be safe.
Summary: Catch-all log for the angel/demon event: Ianto technically ought to be staying inside on account of being your standard issue fragile human, but it's not like that's ever stopped him before.
The Story:
August 9th, morning
This is the first time Ianto's really seen something like this happen. He's not counting turning into a child: that hadn't made any sense, and he'd come in in the middle of it all remembering all sorts of obviously false things about his arrival.
This time, however, he remembers everything. It's everyone else who seems to have temporarily lost their minds.
(Or, worse possibility, they haven't lost their grip on reality at all, and he's surrounded by total strangers and maybe a few homicidal serial killers, all of whom now have cosmic power. He's hoping that's not really the case.)
He's scouting around the first floor of the mansion, just in case, and hoping to spot someone he does know in the process. Jack must be out there somewhere, since he wasn't answering his door. Or anyone else he's met, or -- really, at this point, Ianto will be happy to see anyone he can badger with a question or twenty.
How much trouble is this going to be?
Other times, August 9 - 11
So it really is angels and devils. Lewis Carroll had lied to him: Wonderland was much stranger than Ianto would've expected from the books. He's running himself ragged trying to keep tabs on Jack, who thinks he's a demon for the duration, which Ianto does not think is funny in the least.
He's not entirely succeeding at keeping tabs, either, which is why it'll be easy to find him wandering almost anywhere through the building or the grounds, rumpled, annoyed, and increasingly on edge. Cosmic powers running riot aren't exactly relaxing for the less cosmically powered.
Where: Around the Mansion and grounds.
When: August 9 - 11
Rating: ... let's put it at potentially mature content to be safe.
Summary: Catch-all log for the angel/demon event: Ianto technically ought to be staying inside on account of being your standard issue fragile human, but it's not like that's ever stopped him before.
The Story:
August 9th, morning
This is the first time Ianto's really seen something like this happen. He's not counting turning into a child: that hadn't made any sense, and he'd come in in the middle of it all remembering all sorts of obviously false things about his arrival.
This time, however, he remembers everything. It's everyone else who seems to have temporarily lost their minds.
(Or, worse possibility, they haven't lost their grip on reality at all, and he's surrounded by total strangers and maybe a few homicidal serial killers, all of whom now have cosmic power. He's hoping that's not really the case.)
He's scouting around the first floor of the mansion, just in case, and hoping to spot someone he does know in the process. Jack must be out there somewhere, since he wasn't answering his door. Or anyone else he's met, or -- really, at this point, Ianto will be happy to see anyone he can badger with a question or twenty.
How much trouble is this going to be?
Other times, August 9 - 11
So it really is angels and devils. Lewis Carroll had lied to him: Wonderland was much stranger than Ianto would've expected from the books. He's running himself ragged trying to keep tabs on Jack, who thinks he's a demon for the duration, which Ianto does not think is funny in the least.
He's not entirely succeeding at keeping tabs, either, which is why it'll be easy to find him wandering almost anywhere through the building or the grounds, rumpled, annoyed, and increasingly on edge. Cosmic powers running riot aren't exactly relaxing for the less cosmically powered.