❪ event ❫ a moment in eternity

[natha]

TO THERE AND BACK     It has been a month of chills uncharacteristic of what you might remember as summer — cold days and even colder nights. The days are short and the nights feel eternal. With the recent disruption of the network and no sign of a resolution for the world outside of Nadril, one has to wonder what the future holds for El Nysa. What of Olympia, Wyver, and their residents? The animals you cared for - are they destined to remain as frozen as wretched Ysverai forever? What will become of the sleeping ones in Thesa when there is nowhere else to go but this icy city? Yet not all hope is lost just yet. The woman that appeared at the start of the network errors finally shows up again in another network post. Greetings to you all. I apologize for my abrupt appearance and departure before… My name is Nurray, and I am the closest thing to a monarch that you will find here in Nadril. Magda is... indisposed, so I am here to speak to you in his place. First and foremost, you will notice that your network devices are fully functional once more. Should you experience any further issues, please report them to me immediately so that it can be taken care of. Secondly… Investigating the strange frequency interference we've been experiencing has brought some troubling data to light. The passage of time outside of this colony has been halted, of course, but the hold seems... unstable. Whatever it is that Darma has done to contain the calamity, I doubt that it will last for long. Time is an unpredictable force, and attempting to control it can only have adverse effects on the world. You could stay here if you so chose, outside the reach of that magic... but to do that would be to abandon the rest of this planet to an unenviable fate. ...ah, but there is no need to take my word for it. You can see the effects for yourselves, if you wish — merely look outside. "Seeing is believing"... isn’t that the phrase? Nurray has a point: refugees have not been given a chance to see the outside. The frequent snowstorm barrier of Nadril has made it impossible to see what it's like beyond the colony. Soon after the network post, as though the snow has been "turned off," clouds will clear. With the barrier created by the snow gone, the red sun shines brightly upon the dreary city with its warmth. You can see a purple haze on the south horizon, a indication that Yservai wasn’t all just a dream. He's still there, so far away, yet so close anyway. Near the entrance, a mound of snow melts, revealing steps leading towards the underground. It seems to be a part of the subway station you might have found earlier during your exploration of the colony — this time, the station has been powered on. Two trains lie in wait — their destinations read: Olympia and Wyver. — El Nysa is waiting. FREEZE FRAME     The technology found in the subway station of Nadril is truly out of this world. The combined efforts of Natha technology and alien minds have truly created state-of-the-art transportation never before seen by the typical Nysan. It takes no longer than one hour for the intercoms to announce their arrival to the outskirts of the Dranbu Kingdom — though, even with the platform available, the train never stops; it instead continues for another half hour for it to reach the North Gate of the Olympian Empire, where it sits until it's time to return to the tundra. All in all, it takes a mere hour and a half for this high-speed subway travel from Nadril to Olympia. The second train does make a quick stop at the Olympian Station, but it will be another painless hour and a half until it reaches the jungle of the Wyver Kingdom. Because Wyver is its own island, connected only by a bridge, you might notice that a small part of the travel was underwater. The trip takes only a total of three hours, but there's plenty of time for sightseeing. After all, isn't that the whole point of this trip? BE STILL MY HEART. Leaving the train, you are immediately hit with the still, warm air of the underground. It's hot, much different from the winter of the north, but perhaps a welcome change. The station is old, but it still has a fairly new smell to it, and not just because it's been unused for so long. It feels out of place compared to the rest of this world, and this is especially true when you reach the surface. The entrance was hidden under the earth right near the North Gate. Upon leaving the station, you're immediately hit with the familiar wretched smell and atmosphere of the undead. Even if you're new, you won’tt be able to miss Ysverai, the risen Great Dragon. You see this massive creature on the horizon, mouth wide and ready to blast El Nysa into nothing. Yet he remains still — as are all the terrified residents of Olympia. You've only seen this on the monitors of Thesa Station, and now you're able to experience first-hand how utterly quiet and still the world is now. The native Olympians are all over — you see most of them running away from the Great Dragon. Others equipped their armors and rode their steeds straight toward the danger in hopes of protecting their Empire. And the civilians, having lost all hope, are huddled together — at least they would have been able to spend their final moments with loved ones. Up on Thesa Station, you felt dread when you'd observed Ysverai for too long — this remains true here. That dread reaches your heart and clutches it. You feel his pain and suffering, and for those too in tune with emotions, it may be too much for you to be near him. Best to steer clear from him, or perhaps return to the underground. There is much more to be seen, after all. PRAYING WITH FIRE. Another hour and a half south on the subway, and you'll reach the Wyver Station. It's far warmer here in the station this further south, but Ysverai's dread doesn't reach here. On the surface, you are instead immediately hit with the overwhelming humidity of the jungle. With summer in full swing, the layers you've brought with you from Nadril become a burden. In Wyver, the mood is far different. The Great Dragon Yservai was once a being that was respected and worshipped by the Wyver people — not to mention that the one responsible is none other than Prince Raysc — thus his revival is met with somber resilience. Most of Wyver natives, instead of running away, had gathered around fires in prayer. Trained dragons that were unaffected by Ysverai's influence bow by their master's sides in acceptance of what they feel in their heart is to come with the Great Dragon's final blow. You may even spot your own dragon, eyes beamed up toward Thesa, like it knows you were up there at the moment time stood still. It's hard to imagine where one can go from here. You might start thinking about clean-up efforts, how to achieve proper burials for the fallen ones... but with time frozen, you will find that you cannot actually move anything or anyone. It will be dusk, as Thesa's shines across the skies, when storm cloud gather before Thesa's light. And from the clouds is a familiar figure — Once again, she has descended. TIME & TIME AGAIN     Darma is glowing as bright as the naked eye can perceive. Her massive, true form floats before the world she's built from dust. Is this world salvageable in your eyes, Refugee? We held time in hopes that we fould find a way to dissolve this Ysverai back to the ashes from which he was reanimated. Unfortunately, we continue to be unseeing, thus uncertain of the future... after all, our powers are near depleted. Nurray was correct, Refugee, in that I cannot hold time for much longer. There is... another way, however. It is not ideal by any means, but we shall do what we must to keep Ysverai frozen. As for us... we have expended far too much of our energy — Refugee, I am too aware of the misfortunes you've experienced in your time here. I have failed in my promise to provide better living... perhaps, with more time, I may yet see a better future. Until then, I leave Thesa, our hearts, in your hands. Farewell, Refugee. Her brightness dims as she says her final words — at the same time, raises her arms, palms wide, then closes her hands into a fist. In that instant, time is resumed. It's slow at first, as though time is trying to catch up with reality. It takes a several moments until the slow-motion picture before them reaches normalcy. Darma turns her attention to Yservai, whose motion is also returning, but not for long. In her true form, they are comparable in size; Darma's glow continues to dim as she draws closer to the Great Dragon, and then she coils herself around him, holding him still before assimilating into the wretched creature. By the end of it, time has completely returned to normal, and all residents were able to witness the Natha holding time still for Ysverai — The process turns the Great Dragon, as well as Darma, into stone. HIT PLAY TO REPLAY     Darma has resumed time, and Ysverai is no longer a threat. However, it comes with a hefty price for the Natha. The massive, stone statue of Darma embracing Ysverai looms in the valley between the cities of Olympia and Wyver. It's no doubt an intimidating addition to the world, but there is some peace in knowing it's all over. When civilians finally come to, they can't help but look upon the statue in awe — and their respective cities. It's much to take in all at once. Much destruction has been wrought— buildings lay in ruin, and of the citizens still alive, many look to be in poor physical condition. 1. I. The Sanctuary has sustained much damage, and with the high demand of medical care, cannot serve as the central healing place for those in need. Instead, it is up to individual citizens to find resources and establish places of care. Those with a medical inclination or healing powers may set up medical tents, or work out of their homes. Not everything has been destroyed, and it is still possible to obtain supplies from the market or request them from The Sanctuary. There is also, unfortunately, the tragic task of transporting corpses to graveyards and giving fallen citizens a proper burial. The Temples thank you for your service. II. In order to have a functioning city again, buildings and facilities must be repaired and rebuilt. It's possible your own home was demolished in the battle. With so many important buildings needing to be repaired, city officials are too overwhelmed with the coordination of such tasks to double-check that buildings are restored to their original form. What's more, they seem to encourage design innovation, believing that a new, fresh look to the city will revitalize people's morale. Now is the time to put your own unique flair on the interior or exterior of Olympia's infrastructure. Even parts of the Palace need repair. Time has resumed, yes, but the magic that Darma employs isn't flawless. As powerful of an entity as she may be, to tamper with time is difficult. Some would say it defies the laws of nature. Nature seems to agree, and in the next few weeks, El Nysa will be facing a few hiccups as it finds its equilibrium once more and citizens try to return to normalcy. Strangely enough, El Nysa natives are not disturbed by the occurrence of these events. III. Characters may find that they occasionally (or frequently) suffer from lapses in memory. These difficulties with memory may range from light to severe, although they are thankfully not permanent. Within the span of a few minutes to a few hours, difficulties in remembering people and events are resolved. That isn't to say a similar problem won’t happen again tomorrow… IV. Is it just you, or is your housemate looking a bit old lately? No, it isn't just stress making some citizens appear older. For a short amount of time, some characters may find themselves advancing or regressing in age, both physically and mentally. This particular kind of time hiccup is rare and may be particularly disturbing to the affected person’s friends. Thankfully, there have been no cases of this effect lasting more than an hour. V. At times, it seems as though objects and people in El Nysa will feel a bit out of place. These are beings and things that belong to what some may call "alternate universes." Their presence is transient, and some will only appear for a few instances before returning to their rightful existence. The ones that linger a bit longer, however, may make your day more interesting. Before you stands a pet just like yours, except it talks...? Perhaps you'll meet another version of yourself, a more bloodthirsty version of yourself. Or maybe you'll run into a version of your friend that really enjoys your company. The possibilities are truly endless, and potentially mortifying. VI. Towards the end of the month, the frequency of the aforementioned disturbances will decrease. Following this will be an increase in a different sort of disturbance: one that will either make literal seconds seem like an eternity, or force you to move and talk at a speed you never thought possible. It's as though some higher entity is pressing the fast forward or slow down button on life, and considering your mind works at the same pace as normal, the phenomenon is as frustrating as it sounds. Hope you weren't planning to be on time for anything, because it might be awhile before the universe allows you to take that next step. But these phenomena does draw to a close — and with it, you may wonder what will happen now to those sleeping ones in Thesa now that Darma has turned to stone. After all, it will be near the time of which more refugees should wake... Repairs to Thesa Station should remain ongoing so long as parts can be salvaged from Nadril, at least. And with speed travel via subway possible, it should make travel far easier than ever before. Even with Darma gone, you will have to move forward. There is still much to be done. FINAL OOC NOTES     You may acquire REP for Nadril, and either Olympia or Wyver in this log. An AC-eligible thread for ONE (1) NADRIL REP POINT may be submitted HERE BY AUGUST 26TH, 11:59 PM EST. A second AC-eligible thread for 1 REP for either Olympia OR Wyver may be submitted HERE OR HERE BY AUGUST 26TH, 11:59 PM EST. Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

Comments

[thetaintedsorrow]

Hehe, thanks.

[Carefully puts Elliot back down...

And kisses his cheek.]

There. Now you can say you’ve been kissed by a wizard!

[mollymocked]

[Molly's going to deeply reevaluate how often he uses his Blood Maledict after this, because this is shit. He can't see, and so he doesn't know if Nott has run or if Lucien's about to close the gap and he needs to take a swing now, right now before he gets his head lobbed off or something.

And he's about to make that move when Nott speaks, still where she is. The blood begins to work its way out of his eyes and he blinks away bloody tears just in time to see Lucien, previously disgusted, previously looking to kill, snort once and then fall over onto his back, laughing hoarsely like he's never used his vocal chords like that before.

He's... shook, to say the least. Shook enough that it hasn't quit hit him that they're out of the woods enough to bolt for now.]

I'm disgusted with myself for saying this, but I think that was the best joke I've ever heard.

[thetaintedsorrow]

It’s this!

[Chuuya reaches out to touch Slaine, and lo and behold he’ll start floating. Chuuya flashes him a huge grin.]

Neat, huh?

[diamondize]

Hmm, I'm not sure... I can look around and see? I'll pay for the replacement. I feel a bit responsible, after all. [Diamond can infer enough from the conversation that the optometrist would be the ones to repair and replace the spectacles he already has, and though Dia has no idea where they'd find one of those, they figure it can't be too hard to ask around and get pointed in the right direction.

The concept of money is also still new, and since Dia doesn't need to eat or anything, a lot of its been piling up for them from the odd jobs they take up here and there.

Richie's fascination is met with a smile, Dia not moving when he touches them. Their hair is very fine, strands able to be seperated and the whole thing as easily manipulated as real hair, though to the touch it is very strange and hard.]

I'm Diamond. It's both my name, and what I am. You could call me something of a 'living gem,' though there are a lot of things humans can do that I can't. [Like breathe. And eat. And smell.] But don't worry, I'm very safe!

[stuns]

Appreciate it.

[ dahlia doesn't look phased by the mention of the goings on outside. they're unimportant to him. duke is more than half his world and the rest is just paltry nonsense. they'll figure out where the hell they are and get off this stupid planet one way or another. crossing his legs gently, he wears a mildly sympathetic look in his eyes. ]

We've got time to burn. If I've learned anything from being married it's that he'll eventually find his way back to me, even in a mess. He's like a bloodhound.

[ he takes a mild sip of his drink. ] Is this your home?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Okay! Then let’s go look!

[Chuuya takes the other small child by the hand and starts leading him towards the nobles’ district.]

What’s your name? Mine’s Chuuya!

[unos]

[ Ah, Nessy is such a cute name... Wait, no! Focus! Katsura coughs to clear his throat. ]

Nessy, then. [ He holds his hand out as Elliot shakes the bag of treats. ] Should we split up? If she's the sort to run when there's trouble she could have covered considerable ground by now.

[stuns]

Yeah, where you're from it is. Here? There's no scanners for any of that garbage.

[ he places his hands on his knees and pulls himself up to full height, hands resting in his pockets as he looks around the area. there's not much left standing except for the market and maybe a couple of businesses that are open for the sake of feeding the natives and refugees with whatever is leftover from the attack.

with a sigh, he leans back against a pile of stone and mortar, hands deep in his pockets now. he examines kagari briefly, eyebrows softened up a bit, gaze searching, but knowing he's not going to find anything all that familiar of the personality he knew in kagari previously. ]

Look, I can leave you alone and you can just stand around and not know where you are or you can come with me and I can get you something to eat while you figure this all out.

cw: suicidal thoughts

[hedonistic]

[This feels like some kind of trick or cruel joke. Like he'll follow this man and find out he was going to be killed after all. Or that someone sedated him and put him outside for this man to find and then a droid will come and take him away and it'll be his fault. His eyes start to prickle and grow hot, and he seems to be struggling not to let his expression crumble.]

Why....?

[It's all he's able to manage. His throat sounds like it's all but closing around that word, and what he wants to do is run away. Run until he ends up in some deserted place so he can starve to death there and be finished with it. After spending so long internalizing the idea that he's worthless and dangerous and unfit to be around people at large while being too young to really understand any of it, it's overwhelming to be told suddenly that none of that matters anymore. Maybe this person is lying. Maybe he does work for the facility and is about to kill him, but isn't telling him the truth because he was warned that Kagari might struggle.

When he thinks of it like that, he seems to calm down.]

...Okay.

[unos]

[ Even though Katsura had initially singled Takasugi out because his style of dress was familiar, getting a better look at him sends a wave of new, unsettling recognition through him. Katsura's not an idiot, of course, so he knows exactly what it is that plucks at his nerves. This guy's resemblance to Takasugi - the one he knows - is downright uncanny. If Katsura didn't already know his family he'd assume this guy was his brother, or possibly even his father.

It's weird. He doesn't like it. Both of these things show in his expression, but it might be hard to distinguish from his baseline 'curious frown'.

At least he got a straight answer out of this guy, though. He turns his gaze back to the few others still out roaming about this time of night, weighing his answer. It doesn't take long for him to response. ]

They aren't. [ The Amanto were just invaders, based on everything he's heard so far. Strange people from strange places come to disrupt their way of life. But these... ] They just seem normal.

[fiendennor]

Yes! When I wave the wand and say the magic words, then... magic will happen! I could turn you into a squirrel if I wanted!

[1701]

Jim doesn't plan on staying in Olympia too long, but with the subway opening up - and his interest in it, having spend some time creeping around in it with Peggy - there's no reason why he can't zip up for a while. It takes a few hours, nothing like the streamlined travel he's used to at home, but it sure beats the prohibitively exhausting hike or the 24 hour hold on Thesa's transporter.

Nice and neighborly now, or something like it. He hopes it holds, and for reasons of maturation and desire, not just two populations too shattered to muster up the energy to fuel hate.

Anyway. Jim raps his knuckles solidly on Ianto's door. "Strippergram," he calls, which is an over-used and terrible line he's not giving up anytime soon. (He finds it cuts down on anxiety, for some; he's been accused of having a 'cop knock' before, as well as, curiously, an 'angry drug dealer' knock. Curious how those sound the same.)

[1701]

[ Blue eyes snap up to her brown ones, but it's the gaze of a stranger. And a not altogether friendly one, at that. Jim is guarded, and it takes him a few long seconds to reconfigure his expression into something less defensive. ]

Hey.

[ Awkward quiet. He's clearly scrambling for something. Finally-- ]

Sorry, I think I've got transporter lag, or something. Is this a Federation world?

de-aging

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl is helping. she'd call it supervising, but in reality she's making a lot of lists of things that are still needed and things than have been done. she's not a bad organizer, and it gives her the opportunity to keep an eye on what other people are up to - and that's one of her favorite hobbies.

she'd seen Steve earlier but hadn't gotten the chance to say hello, and it's on a later pass by the site he's working at that she spots his shield, and no Steve. at least, no one that looks like the Steve she knows. it's very odd, and she intends to investigate. ]

You should be careful with that shield, [ she addresses him as she approaches, the tone of her voice says she's in charge (or believes she is, anyway). ] It's not made for scrawny boys who could blow away with a strong gust of wind, you could - [ and when she stops in from of him, there's something bizarrely familiar enough that it derails her for just a second. ] you could hurt yourself.

[ she softens, just a bit. ] Do I know you?

[reek]

[ He glances up at the sound of her whimper, but there’s no real concern in his eyes. The real Theon might show a touch of it by this point, simply because he knows and cares for Ammy. This Theon isn’t so weak. He is iron and salt, as any ironborn should be, and he doesn’t allow his expression to betray him.

Not until something utterly baffling happens, at least. He can’t say what leads him to turn his gaze toward the wound, and he can’t say what it is that leads him to rub the blood away, but nothing can mask his surprise when he finds no cut there in the skin. His eyebrows knit together, and he swears softly beneath his breath. ]

By the Drowned God…

[ He slides the knife into his belt and turns a somewhat suspicious gaze to the wolf, though it would be ridiculous to pin the blame on her, surely. No animal is capable of such things...but it is strange. ]

You seem proud of yourself. Find a way to speak the common tongue and then you'll truly have something to be proud of.

[illuminating]

[For this, he receives a huff, then groan. Incredulity. She almost looks like she's pouting. She would be, had she the correct face for it. To slip herself out of the sensation of his doubting she sinks into a long stretch—of course, a man would doubt her miracles simply because she can't speak—and when she's upright once more, she throws her irritation off with the tossing of her coat.

Her gaze lingers on his thumb, and she wonders if he intends to only take from pockets, but if he's in no need of her, and being different from the Theon she too cares for, not knowing her the same, it may be a waste of time to visit for curiosity's sake alone. She isn't even certain this is the Theon before the one she's grown to know. Soft natured as she is there's something deliberate and piercing in the gaze she pins on his, a god daring a mortal to reflect for the truth. She can't force faith, but the growing lack of it is tiresome. Many times she's done things right before a person, and they clung to their refusal to believe anything. It doesn't cause distaste, but she's allowed to be irritable, children covering their ears or eyes. Moreover, it hurts, and she never makes a big show of this, to have her existence and essence denied.

Like that, she turns away, any other animal with its own agenda, coming and going as she pleases. The unsettled urgency in the woods pulls her, she steps in her loping over sprawled limbs to bodies, wild and alive, white fire moving in contrast to the sight around them. But her curiosity does cause her to pause, to glance back to him once more.]

[winecasks]

I have my doubts about that. Our dear Joly believed he was ill and dying on any occasion. Never fear, he only died once.

[ He laughs humorlessly and very nearly stumbles. It's what he deserves. ]

What fine luck that would be, but Fortuna has never been so kind to me. Enjolras has hardly spared a glance from his books since we left Wyver for Nadril.

[ He heaves the sigh of a man long-suffering—or perhaps merely just drunk and tired—and he begins to ramble. Is it the effects of time gone all strange? Probably not. Mostly it’s just the way he usually is. ]

He loathes me, you know. I would follow wherever he dared to lead. I would follow him to the lowest pits of hell, but he loathes me more with each mistake I make. How does one stop from making mistakes, monsieur? To err is human, is it not? Then I must be the most human among us, for I err so constantly that I cannot ever earn his acceptance again.

[ Sorry, Loras. He is a wordy and sad drunk. THIS IS PROBABLY NOT WHAT YOU NEED RIGHT NOW. ]

[conqueredhearts]

You know, the more I learn about you, the more I like the heart you have.

[He pats his shoulder lightly, something that still has some weight to it just because his hand is so, well, big. But he doesn't try for getting Ren out of the mood he's in. Sometimes a person just needs to be bitter or determined about things for a bit. Or both. It can help a bit. At least that's what he's seen with other people since he can't say he's ever really felt bitter about situations in his life. Not even when he was in exile.

But that desire to want to build a life for those you care about because a future without them is unimaginable? That's noble. It's something he plans to do as well even though he doubts he will ever see the majority of the people that he loves. Many of their names have been lost to history and even then they're all dead.

Perhaps they aren't even in rest because they're in a Reality Marble that he can't access right now. He honestly can't even say and he prefers not to dwell on it. If he's not meant to see those of his past ever again then so be it. He has new people he can build a life with and he will treasure those of his past to honor all the memories he's made with them. It's true he could say all of this to his young friend but he decides not to.

Why?

Well, he doesn't want to have Ren think he's looking down upon how he's handling this situation since it's not that at all. If anything he's proud of him. Of what he's doing and who he is as a person.

So he decides to say this instead.]

You know, if there is ever anything I can do to help you build a home for them then simply send for me. I will gladly do all I can to aid you.

[sullenstallion]

H-hey. Watch where you're looking. It might hit you.

[He takes a quick step back. Young girls shouldn't be bending down and looking right where his tail connects to his spine. It flusters him enough to get his tail flicking back and forth anxiously.]

What? That doesn't...is that supposed to be some kind of ghost story? About my tail? It wouldn't do that.

[But now he's looking over his shoulder. Is it going to? It doesn't. For now.]

i

[impavid]

[ John had been half frowning at the crowd for familiar faces, and when Mantis turns and nearly slams straight into him he grabs her instinctively -- both hands on her upper arms neatly to stop her falling over. ]

Hey, hey, where's the fire? You okay?

[ Since she seems in a muddle, at the very least, upset at worst. Coming back here is hardly pleasant, given the situation, so John can empathise with feeling unsteady -- he's just better at compartmentalising. ]

SUBWAY

[impavid]

That's a lot of kit.

[ John is sitting the other side of the aisle, eyeing all Law's luggage. It doesn't look, exactly, like regular Olympia stuff. Not that he's had to use it a lot but he's been in the clinic once or twice. Stitches. You know. ]

You planning on starting up a new practice?

i

[impavid]

Olympia. I had a little place there, figure I should see if it's still standing. You know.

[ Fish through the rubble for anything left in it, put it back together if possible. Or else, start looking for a new place. ]

ii

[impavid]

[ Excuse me. ]

No, I think you can just hold the whole thing up. You know, like Atlas.

[ Iskandar, you are obscenely strong. You're making John look bad, he can't lug nearly as much stuff. ]

[conqueredhearts]

I could do that but it would be more productive if we got a support so I can keep helping.

[And he grins at the man. Because that was a good one, friend. He likes your sense of humor.]

Imagine though. Atlas is even larger than I am to hold the whole world!

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto spends about two seconds being very confused at this announcement before he recognizes Jim's voice and answers the door with a shake of his head. Honestly.

"You're lucky that we don't really have neighbors, otherwise I'd have a lot of explaining to do," he greets the other man with a smile, before ushering him inside. The city itself might be a bit of a shit show, but he's done a lot to ensure that their rooms are none the worse for wear. "Come in then," he says, shutting the door behind him. "Can I get you anything to drink? Have you eaten lately?"

Don't mind Ianto's fussing, he hasn't gotten to play host that often here yet. A very large, very expensive espresso machine sits conspicuously on the counter in the kitchenette, taking up a large portion of the counter space and Ianto glances at it before offering him another, wider smile. "Coffee?"