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[mrcoffee]

"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.

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[barre_none]

Grace is enjoying her own mug - of tea, as it happens - when the man sitting close by speaks up. She figured it'd be rude not to respond, so respond she does.

"I don't know how much help I can be with the afterlife questions, but I can tell you that tea and coffee need to stop being pitted against each other."

[chiron_survivor]

Adia has decided to venture from behind the safety of a computer terminal, and is currently taking a brief stroll through the park. Ianto's question gives her pause. "That's a lot of questions," she says with a small smile. "The Nexus is a refuge for me, but that's not the same as the Elysium Fields. I think it's nice to believe that people go somewhere better when they die, but... well, I wasn't raised religiously. I don't know what happens."

[dembonyhips]

It shouldn't be much of a surprise that questions about death, or in this case, undeath draw our one the Nexus's local walking corpses. Unfortunately for Ianto, he's got one of the less polite ones.

Fortyskey. The one who swears worse than a Dwarven or Orcish sailor, "Being undead fucking blows in a lot of ways, there's occasional good shit, but that's fucking far and few between. What the hell else do you wanna know?"

It's pretty obvious she's not alive. While she's one of the lucky Forsaken to be intact, she's still deathly pale with a haunting echo to her voice, and the brightly glowing yellow eyes probably don't help, along with the eternally exhausted expression and posture.

She also pointedly avoids the questions about the afterlife. Nope. Ignoring the shit out of those.

[notamaniac]

"Coffee," Freddy says, sitting next to him. "Yeah, I believe in Heaven and Hell. There's more to people than just these meat puppets we carry around. I can't imagine Heaven or Hell looking much like this place, though. Why the interest?"

[paininthebat]

"Tea." Though who in their right mind would give a kid as young as he is coffee? not that he hasn't had it before, he just doesn't need it to survive the night like his brothers and Father seem to.

And as for the rest... "I think it's more of a limbo. A gathering place of sorts." He states as he pulls a bit off the scone he's nibbling at. "That desperately needs Alfred to cook, these are really dry, and too crumbly." He shrugs, it's not horrible he's just picky. There's a paper cup of a berry flavored tea within hand reach.