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nexus_crossings2016-09-17 04:08 pm
mrcoffee) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-09-17 04:08 pm
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"Coffee or tea?" Ianto was exploring the Plaza after being dumped in it not long ago, and once he is able to replace the clothing he died in with another suit, he opts to ask a question. He is hanging out at the park, and he is sitting on a bench with a paper cup filled with a warm cup of coffee. He is trying to deal with the fact one he is dead and two he is not dead. He's not sure if a deadman should be able to smell or even taste. And if Owen's recent time as a zombie should have taught him, Ianto Jones should not be able to enjoy a hot cup of coffee.
But his cheeky question didn't seem serious, and not exactly, what Ianto Jones was looking for. He stares at the cup that he hasn't touched out of fear of having to purge it out. "So what can one tell me about being dead? Or undead for that matter?" The cut on his cheek is still there, and he still feels a tad bit ill from the alien virus that killed him. And he clears his throat, and he looks at the cup of coffee with a sense of longing. "And is this Nexus place either Heaven or Hell? And if not do you believe in whatever afterlife that you've been told about?" He phews after asking his question to what seems to be none.
He has more to ask about the matter, but Ianto hopes to spill those questions on whoever might answer his questions about life and death.
But his cheeky question didn't seem serious, and not exactly, what Ianto Jones was looking for. He stares at the cup that he hasn't touched out of fear of having to purge it out. "So what can one tell me about being dead? Or undead for that matter?" The cut on his cheek is still there, and he still feels a tad bit ill from the alien virus that killed him. And he clears his throat, and he looks at the cup of coffee with a sense of longing. "And is this Nexus place either Heaven or Hell? And if not do you believe in whatever afterlife that you've been told about?" He phews after asking his question to what seems to be none.
He has more to ask about the matter, but Ianto hopes to spill those questions on whoever might answer his questions about life and death.
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"Well, I won't argue with you. I hope it was quick, but, are you sure you're still dead? Maybe you got brought back, somehow."