[LOG] Hangover Cures

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There were a lot of things John Watson was used to handling on a very small amount of sleep. He'd been deployed overseas, dealing with bombings and attacks and explosions - he'd been shot, for crying out loud! All of that, however, paled when compared to living with someone as brilliant and as infuriating as Sherlock Holmes. John felt pushed to his limit on more than one occasion, running around London, solving mysteries and crimes, and then coming back to find that he still needed to get groceries, tidy his room, entertain the newly bored Sherlock...

Well, it didn't exactly leave much room for napping. He found himself overtired more often than not, and today was especially harsh, as he was now dealing with a hangover so massive, it put all others to shame. And, as much as he wanted to crash and burn for a few hours in his room, he knew that Sherlock would be along soon enough to draw him out on another adventure. So, when the Welsh bloke - Ianto, he figured, because it was the name that stood out as the most Welsh in his memory - offered an escape route, John had leaped at the chance.

So, there he was, having dug around to find someone to take him to Cardiff - though, was it even the same Cardiff as he was used to? He'd told them who he wanted to see, and that's where he'd been taken, so. Only time would tell if this was his world or not. (And how strange it was to take that concept at face value!) Now, in the Plass - he'd been to Cardiff once, a long time ago, so it was practically like new - John dug out his phone and opened a text to the number he'd by now stored in his address book.

...Right, this wasn't Sherlock he was dealing with. He could call. Rolling his eyes at his own idiocy, he sent a call to Ianto to let him know he was by the (obnoxious? a little) fountain in the center. After all, it was the easiest landmark to be noticed by.

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[51stcentury]

Ianto smiled, shaking his head. "It's fine, really. You'll get used to things like this, I suppose. I... What with my job, I haven't really been able to do that much worldhopping, and when I do, it really isn't to anywhere quite as confusing to talk about as this, so. I don't suppose I can really understand, but. In any case, yeah. It's probably better if you don't go poking around Cardiff. Especially if there is a Torchwood there, and well, if they're not quite as friendly or accommodating as we are."

Jack rocked on his heels again, his hands stuffed in his pockets, stepping forward as the lift lurched to a halt at the main level and then opened to the passageway leading to the cog door. He ushered the other two down it towards the large copper structure, punching in a few buttons on his wrist strap before the alarms sounded, and the cog door started to roll open, revealing the Hub beyond. Jack led them to just inside the door, smiling and making a wide gesture. "Welcome to Torchwood, then, John."

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"Not exactly the way I like to start my week off, infiltrating an alternate universes' secret agency in my own universe," John said in response to Ianto, finding that making dry comments was working wonders for his mental health at this current point. "I think we'll keep with just the one, yeah?"

Jack had the airs of a man who thought he was very impressive. John knew plenty of people like that, in the military and in civilian life, and most of the time it was all hot air. Of course, most of the time - all of the time, rather, they never had a remote control for a giant cog door on their wrist, and if they ever had one, it probably wouldn't open up into a secret government operation, much less one dealing with aliens.

So, John would allow Jack all the airs he wanted. Stepping through the open door, he looked around, then up, then around again. The workstations, the catwalks, the huge ceiling - the admittedly sort of "deep underground lair" sort of feeling - it was all a bit much. And so, he resorted to humor once more.

"...You really like being this impressive, don't you?" John asked Jack, sounding, of course, more than a little awestruck.

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Ianto smiled in response to John's comments. Honestly, he was usually the one making the dry comments and little snippets of humor in an attempt to try and make himself feel a little better about the situation he'd been thrown into, so he knew exactly how John was feeling there.

"Yeah," he said, with a nod. "That might be wise. We're probably more than most people can handle by ourselves, really. Best not get too carried away." He followed the pair of them out to the main section of the Hub, rolling his eyes when Jack opened the cog door with a flourish.

At John's comment about being impressive, Jack grinned broadly at the other man. "You know, you're not the first one to say something like that to me," he said, grinning mischievously. Ianto rolled his eyes and blushed. Lord have mercy, Jack was in prime form.

"Right," he said, stepping up into his role of tour guide. "This is the main section of the Hub. It's where most of the business that we deal with happens. Research, cross-analysis, what have you. Jack's office is up there," he said, motioning to the glass doors beyond the computer stations, "and there's a med bay down those stairs over there. The armory is across the way, and over in the corner over there is where my coffee machine usually sits, when people aren't breaking it and making me make the repairs," he said, shooting a look at Jack, who shrugged, but did look a bit sheepish about that fact.

"In the middle, there's the rift manipulator and the invisible lift. The cells and the archives are down that corridor to the left of the armory, and up that ladder to the right," he said, pointing it out, "is where Myfanwy's probably sleeping right about now." He realized it was a lot of information that he'd just thrown at the other man, but well. Best get it all out and just go from there, he supposed

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It was a lot of information, true, but John was used to that sort of thing, so he took it in a stride, hands behind his back and eyes following every motion of Ianto's hand, directing themselves in whatever direction Ianto didn't gesture in when they had the time. It was all filed neatly away, well, as neatly as John could make it - he tried very hard, really, to be at least a little like Sherlock, but some things weren't in his capabilities, and that was a sad fact.

"Myfanwy's the... pterodactyl, yeah?" he asked after a moment, realizing he hadn't even asked, and also that he'd managed not to completely butcher the name. "...How many of you are there?" he added as an afterthought, because he couldn't remember if he'd even asked that. "It's a bit big for just the two of you."