mr_ianto_jones

*puts a bag down in the basement, already having made a few alterations to various bits of equipment*
*lays out several new aquisitions on a shelf and admires them for a second before rummaging around the impact toys looking for his beaded flogger*
*lays that out as well*
*runs up to his toolkit and retrieves a ball of twine, two large c-clamps, a wire brush and, on impulse, some sandpaper*
*brings all that down as well, laying it out next to the toys*

*waits for Caetherine*

*comes home with Rory*
Everything's gone tits up again. Hi, Reinette.

*looks at Amy and Melody*
At least you're safe. That's good.

*turns on every alarm he's got and locks the front door*

*cleans up various bits and bobs from the birth while Amy and Rory have a rest with the baby*
*chucks the towels and sheets in the wash along with Rory's puked upon jeans*
All set.
*puts his arm around Caetherine*
Look at that. Instant family.

*fine tunes the controls for the Pandorica, making sure not to go anywhere near it*

*programs a few alarms to warn for any movement near the Master's cloning pods*

*reads a text message from River, forwards it to Jack and arranges to meet her in the morning*

*goes home an hour early*

*comes into the Hub2 the next morning with Claire on his shoulders, Daf running circles around his feet and the baby in a carrier*
*shouts*
Sorry I'm late... Caeth was feeling a bit under the weather so I told her to get some sleep, we have a date this afternoon. Reinette's picking up the kids in an hour or so, I called the house but she said you'd already left.
*installs the children in a corner and grabs a donut*
*mouth full*
River here yet?

*makes it to the campsite with Jack exactly on schedule on what can only be described as a lovely spring morning*

*sets up the tents, on his own, in record time, and is only slightly smug about it*
*pokes his head out of the small tent only to find Jack sitting on the bumper of the SUV, fiddling around with his mystery box of alien toys*

I thought you were digging a toilet.

*ponders some more, much to the annoyance of the shop assistant*
Big tent... small tent.

Big tent.

Small tent.


Fuck it.
*puts both in the trolley on top of the sleeping bags*

*goes to find Caetherine*
You don't play tennis.
*swallows*
Though that is a very nice skirt. What little there is of it.

*goes up to the tourist office*
*drags the smelly, half-dressed, thawing corpse from its hideyhole and into the middle of the room*
*takes off his jacket, trousers and shoes and puts on the jeans, hoodie and trainers stashed under the desk*
*pulls the suit and shoes onto the corpse, rearranges a few explosives and walks out of the door to the tourist office onto the quay, nodding at Jack as he goes in*
*rounds the corner and smiles at Suzie*

Did you want to push the button?

*calls Jack*