WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

So...I'm hoping these new communicators will be worth all the hassle. What do you say to testing them out?

[ooc: We're taking advantage of the communicator glitches and going for cross-encryptions...during phone sex. Yep. Settle in and grab some popcorn, folks.]

[Ianto looks somewhat worse for wear when he pops up on screen, especially for the white bandage on his forehead. But he doesn't look pained, just concerned.]

Has anyone seen or heard from Arthur? I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon, and he didn't come into work this morning. I tried calling him a number of times, but I don't know if the calls aren't going through or if he just isn't picking up...or isn't able to.

[Text | Locked to Jack Harkness]
I think we need to talk. Really talk, not just dance around the subject like we've been doing.

[Ianto doesn't look good. That's not to say he isn't handsome as always, but he looks strung out, as if recovering from a hangover -- or grieving. His lips are set in a line as he addresses the network, and his tone is weary and dry.]

This wasn't what I was expecting, but then I suppose it never really is. I should probably be alarmed at how unsurprising I find all this.

[He pauses to rub a hand roughly over his face, a frustrated gesture that only enhances the appearance of emotional fatigue.]

Right then. So here I am, unexpectedly alive and well somewhere on the other godforsaken side of the rift. It could be worse, I suppose. I could be permanently trapped in Splott. [The joke falls flat, the attempted smile half-hearted, because for a variety of reasons, this is all still pretty damned awful. He's just said his final goodbyes to Jack, only to find that life, as they say, goes on. And not in any way he'd like it to.]

My name is Ianto Jones. I don't suspect anyone out there knows me, but if you do, feel free to say hello. I could use the happy coincidence.