Historical Society Public Meeting

[thethirteenthchild]

Who: Dahlia Leeds (thethirteenthchild) & Anyone interested in the Historical Society!

What: Pumpkin Hollow Historical Society Public Meeting!

When: July 16th, 6pm (backtag friendly)

Where: Greymare Public Library

Warning(s): Papercuts ;p (In all seriousness--- probably none, will update if necessary)




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After the meeting

[woocas]

Lucas tucks his notebook under one arm, circling back to the coffee that was laid out. he'd nearly been late to the meeting and skipped it all on the way in, but now? He'll need this so he can stay up and burn the midnight oil.

"Man, this really hits the spot," Lucas sighs happily. He lifts his cup in greeting when Ianto draws in closer.

[needmetodoanyattacking]

Drawn by praise for his coffee, Ianto smiles at the salute when the young man spots him. He's...well, frankly adorable, and knowing he appreciates a good cup of coffee adds respect for his good taste to Ianto's appraisal of his equally good looks.

"It's always good to know one's hard work is appreciated." he declares, a barely there roll of his 'R's present in the crisp Welsh accent as he offers the young man his hand. "Ianto Jones, assistant to Miss Leeds and, as I have been called more than once, coffee snob. So glad you're enjoying that, sir."

[woocas]

Lucas beams just a little more. This guy's got a smooth voice and an accent to make anyone go weak in the knees for. Damn...

"Assistant to Miss Leeds?" Lucas asks with eyebrows raised, giving Ianto's hand a brisk shake. He's pretty sure he noticed the guy at the turnip festival, thinking he was one of the other newcomers. maybe he was wrong? "That's a pretty important gig, yeah?"

[needmetodoanyattacking]

"Appears to be." Ianto replies, though his smile softens a touch at the mention of Miss Leeds and the importance of his job. It is, to all appearances, a prestigious one, but Ianto hasn't enjoyed the power of any position since he started working for Yvonne. That was a posh slot if ever there was one, but he had no clue who Dahlia was going in, and sometimes he did forget just a little that she was a powerful woman.

He liked her, and she'd swiftly become someone that was part of his life now. His, and by that virtue, vital.

"Truthfully, I'd no idea who she was going in, and I didn't find out until she'd offered me the job." he confesses with a rueful little chuckle after shaking Lucas's hand. "And a job is all it is, really--she's a fine woman with a sharp mind, and I respect her as such. Can't really afford to stand in awe of one's boss when working as a personal assistant. Too often, I must be stern and flagrantly insubordinate to ensure certain matters are attended, such as food and sleep. It's the way of academics, they do forget the incidentals."

[woocas]

"Yeah we sure do." Lucas remarks with a grin. He's definitely guilty at times, and without someone looking out for him here he's been burning the midnight oil.

"So you had no idea she's like a big shot around here? You wake up here recently, from another place, too?" He can't help but ask. It feels weird asking, but he's still trying to sort out who's a villager and who's a newbie like him.

[needmetodoanyattacking]

"Gray haired lady, choice on the brink of death?" Ianto replies softly, for Lucas's ears alone. He offers his hand again, fingers curled loosely for a fistbump this time. "Yeah, not just you. Also not the strangest thing that's ever happened to me, so I'm doing what I can to figure out what the devil is going on around here. Don't suppose you have an investigative experience yourself?"

[woocas]

Fist bump, buddy!

"Yeah, same here. Also not the weirdest thing to happen to me either, but this kind of investigation is right up my alley." Not that he's the best at it, still considered a greenhorn by his branch Chief.

"Lucas Kovach," He says by way of introduction, "Supernatural investigator and, uh...Medium." He tacks on the last bit, slowly losing some of his initial hesitancy in revealing that straight away. "How about you?"

[needmetodoanyattacking]

"Deeply intrigued, at the moment." Ianto replies, his expression openly curious and maybe even a tiny bit relieved. An investigator? Paranormal, alien--potato, potahto--someone in his line of work.

"I work for the government back home. Off books...er, think you Americans might call it 'black ops?' Torchwood, except what we deal with is strictly extraterrestrial in nature."

He pauses, shrugging though something dark slides through his features.

"Give or take the odd ancient demon locked beneath a rift in time and space beneath a major city in Wales."

[woocas]

"Interestin' name," Lucas drawls casually, but his own interest is piqued moments later, brows lifting towards his hairline.

"Woah, that sounds like some Men in Black shit." He's impressed! And slightly weirded out.

"What! You can't say that and not follow through with the story, man!"

[needmetodoanyattacking]

"Because...it's not a pleasant one." Ianto admits with a sigh--but he finds he's not as reluctant to talk about it as he might otherwise be. It's...not easier, but he feels a bit steadier as of late. Shored up by the connections he's made, and the ones deepening into friendships...nice blokes like that London bloke and the nice blue German, casual friends like Nieve, and--other relationships, like the oddly complex one he has with Dahlia.

"Cardiff--where I'm from. There's a rift in time and space running through it." he explains. "Turns out, someone locked this big horned wanker named Abaddon beneath it, and...me 'n my mates got tricked into opening the damn thing to set him loose on the city. Our...boss stopped it."

Ianto's voice catches on the word, and all of the things he has buried inside of it.

Boss. Friend. Lover...beloved.

Jack...

[woocas]

"Rarely is," Lucas doesn't press. He's patient and people usually tend to want to share, even if they are reluctant at first. So he sips from his coffee cup and waits.

And after that doozy of a tale, he gives a low whistle. "Yeesh, you weren't kidding. I bet that took a bit of work, huh?"

Although the way that Ianto says boss tugs at Lucas. There's a deeper meaning there that he won't guess at, only know that it lurks. "And now you end up here like it's another Tuesday. Life's funny like that, right?"