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[impavid]

Who: John Sheppard (impavid) & Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy), & intro-log people
What: A collection of ROOMMATES chatter & INTRO LOG OVERFLOWS
When: Through April, after the intro log & during intro log overflows
Where: Olympia Starter Housing, various
Warning(s): N/A at the offset

The room is small, and the privacy is a little lacking, but John's travelled in enough rural and underdeveloped places that he's just glad of having walls and a bathroom. He scans the space vaguely, trying to weigh up if there's any difference between the beds before stepping through to nose into the other rooms. One bathroom, one kitchen, one central space and two nooks with beds. It's definitely not the worst space he's been in.

Ducking under a beam he begins to undo his tactical vest, shrugs it off and unzips the waterproof jacket underneath to reveal a plain black t-shirt.

"So. It's not exactly homey, yet, but it's dry and has running water by the looks of it. I think I'd call that a win." John himself doesn't need much more than that. "If you have a preference pick a bed now."

They look the same to John. He supposes the choice is really how close you want to be to the front door.

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[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto glances aside at the other man, raising his eyebrows at the suggestion he has no idea what his tech is even doing, before he smiles slightly and shakes his head. Reaching forward to take the device from John and studies it for a few moments, tapping on the differently colored blue dot but of course it doesn't do anything different for him when he touches it.

"Torchwood Three was built on a rift in time and space that ran through the center of Cardiff Bay," Ianto says, after a moment's silent study. "It was our job to monitor what came in and out of the Rift, and deal with it. Collect it." He gestures with the PDA or whatever it is that John might call it. "We got a lot of tech not unlike this, and it was our job to figure out what it was supposed to do. Whether it might be of use to us. Or archive it, if it wasn't."

He moves to hand the device back to the other man. "I'm afraid this one might have wound up in the archives, especially if it's not willing to cooperate for anyone but you."

[impavid]

"It just likes me better," John insists, because that's a funnier answer than explaining the truth. Still, he accepts it back and the menus scroll vaguely in front of him as he glances down at it.

"How much stuff did you have? In your archives."

Since 'a lot' is a pretty vague term. 'A lot' can be relative to how big your team is, how much space you have, etc. Was any of it Ancient? He supposes Ianto wouldn't necessarily know, but John can't help but feel curious. Maybe he'd even recognise a description of something.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto watches the menus scroll for the other man, wishing he understood what exactly they said or how it worked. The question gives him pause and he sits back on the bed slightly as he contemplates his answer -- hopefully he's allowed to make himself comfortable, though John asking him questions about himself would imply a yes.

"Torchwood Cardiff was in operation since 1885," he says, after a moment. "They've been collecting things ever since, really, though their cataloging system changed a few times over the years and really there were a few people at certain times that should have left well enough alone. We probably have..." He winces. "Had, I suppose. Had about 3000 items. Give or take." He lifts a shoulder to shrug. "If we had more staff I might have done better but." But there were only five of them, and then Jack had pissed off to god knows where and left them with their head cut off, as it were.

[impavid]

Three thousand.

"That's a lot more than I expected," he admits, and sets the scanner down on the edge of the bed. "Guess you might have had some stuff like this and not even known. How long ago did you join?"

Torchwood, that is. Presumably he didn't join in 1885, but was it a year ago? A month? The teaboy comment suggested something maybe more recent, but then again it might be an old memory. Like Holland.