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[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

We have all day. Where to?

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[rebutle.livejournal.com]

I'm still job-hunting, if you know of anyone hiring.

[She's also not quite back to 'normal' yet. Perhaps may never be again. But she's coping, as well as she can, and part of that is establishing routine to fall back on.]

Should I also hit up our other tag or just handwave and go from here? xx

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

[Ianto has sort of been free-lancing and drifting along thanks to Jack's computer magic and him not having to really trouble himself over income. While he won't advertise that, he is acutely aware that he probably should at least make an effort in keeping up on the realms of unemployment.]

The only place I know you could try would be Torchwood under Koschei.

[Which Ianto hasn't quite had the ability to bring himself to pursue looking into just yet...]

Your pick. I'm easy.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what Koschei would need my services for. [And perhaps she's determined not to rely too heavily on the Time Lords.]

Re: Your pick. I'm easy.

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

Torchwood is a massive entity here in London. I'm sure there's something.

If not, perhaps just doing free-lancing in a classifieds capacity? I'm more than happy to go with you to check individuals out.

[And he also has no problems using his shiny laptop to do some shady digging on anyone they're uncertain about.]

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[Him and Koschei both seem to have protective instincts active toward Abigail. It's mostly reassuring. Mostly.]

If I don't have something settled by the end of the week, I think that'll be what I try next.

Or something. I'm not yet certain.

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

[Ianto just sort of gets that way with some people. And Abigail was kind to him, which is a doubly good reason.]

Well, are you short on money or a place to stay?

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

I've got a place to stay. But...squirreling away money for when I returned wasn't a priority. I didn't know how the time would work.

[It's a bit of an embarrassing admission to make.]

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

It's hard to choose, y'know?

It's about time they met!

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

At least we don't have the expanse of travel options some people I know have.

[Like ex Time Agents and current Time Lords...]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

:3

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Where all can you go?

... Don't you? You're, um, the guy who owns that cafe--*sheepish* I'm Lester.

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

[Ianto has gotten far better with the duplicates thing since first arriving and the smile he gives Lester is gracious.]

Well, not exactly. My name is Ianto Jones, but I am not the Ianto you might be previously familiar with.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

...How's that? *and here he thought it was only a Doctor and Jack thing.*

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

I'm going to go ahead and assume you know there's more to reality here than it appears.

[Because really, even grammar school children know about aliens and weird stuff at this point.]

There is a rip in time and reality where I'm from and it managed to spit me out here, a few years in the future in an alternate dimension.

[Said clinically. Hopefully Lester doesn't look at him like he's straight bonkers.]

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

I'm still job-hunting, if you know of anyone hiring.

[She's also not quite back to 'normal' yet. Perhaps may never be again. But she's coping, as well as she can, and part of that is establishing routine to fall back on.]

Should I also hit up our other tag or just handwave and go from here? xx

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

[Ianto has sort of been free-lancing and drifting along thanks to Jack's computer magic and him not having to really trouble himself over income. While he won't advertise that, he is acutely aware that he probably should at least make an effort in keeping up on the realms of unemployment.]

The only place I know you could try would be Torchwood under Koschei.

[Which Ianto hasn't quite had the ability to bring himself to pursue looking into just yet...]

Your pick. I'm easy.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what Koschei would need my services for. [And perhaps she's determined not to rely too heavily on the Time Lords.]

Re: Your pick. I'm easy.

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

Torchwood is a massive entity here in London. I'm sure there's something.

If not, perhaps just doing free-lancing in a classifieds capacity? I'm more than happy to go with you to check individuals out.

[And he also has no problems using his shiny laptop to do some shady digging on anyone they're uncertain about.]

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[Him and Koschei both seem to have protective instincts active toward Abigail. It's mostly reassuring. Mostly.]

If I don't have something settled by the end of the week, I think that'll be what I try next.

Or something. I'm not yet certain.

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

[Ianto just sort of gets that way with some people. And Abigail was kind to him, which is a doubly good reason.]

Well, are you short on money or a place to stay?

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

It's hard to choose, y'know?

It's about time they met!

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

At least we don't have the expanse of travel options some people I know have.

[Like ex Time Agents and current Time Lords...]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

:3

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

Where all can you go?

... Don't you? You're, um, the guy who owns that cafe--*sheepish* I'm Lester.

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

[Ianto has gotten far better with the duplicates thing since first arriving and the smile he gives Lester is gracious.]

Well, not exactly. My name is Ianto Jones, but I am not the Ianto you might be previously familiar with.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

...How's that? *and here he thought it was only a Doctor and Jack thing.*

[iknoweverything.livejournal.com]

I'm going to go ahead and assume you know there's more to reality here than it appears.

[Because really, even grammar school children know about aliens and weird stuff at this point.]

There is a rip in time and reality where I'm from and it managed to spit me out here, a few years in the future in an alternate dimension.

[Said clinically. Hopefully Lester doesn't look at him like he's straight bonkers.]