fracturedrp | Grand Opening

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Grand Opening

When: December 31st, 2011 (Wibbly!)
Who: Ianto Jones

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Where: The Vortex Cafe - Venice Beach, CA

What:

It was finally that time when Ianto felt the cafe was ready and there was one way to open it, to open it on a popular night for a party crowd that loves to either drink or get stoned. New Years Eve was perfect for that and they will all be clambering for a chance to try to sober up a little bit.

There was swing music playing from a band that he hired outside and everything was just prefect. There would be no 'coffee' drinks that had little to no coffee in them in this shop. He's sure the fine people in California would love it this way. He's there in a suit and tie, he's not about to give them up and a cup of Blue Mountain in his hand. It was perfect and he's excited to see if his friends would show up. He knew they would. He wanted Jack to be proud and he was proud of the diner that he turned into a cafe.

So with the key in his hand he went to go open the cafe doors for the first time to the public. "The cafe is now open."

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Andrew turns to Märet and gives him a stern look. "Pace yourself," he says. "And behave." Märet just rolls his eyes, and immediately is off for the nearest snack tray as soon as Andrew lets go of him.

"I like what you've done with the place," Andrew comments to Ianto, glancing around the cafe.

Ianto looks at Maret and he waves the idea that Maret may eat up most of the nibbles on the tray. "Its okay. I've got more in the back."

"Thanks. I'm happy with it myself. Its been sometime since I've had something stable like this. I was starting to feel a little naked without my old tourist booth." Ianto looks towards the various coffee machines and he wanders over behind the counter. "Can I make you a cup of coffee or tea?"

"He'll eat as much as you let him," Andrew points out. "And then I have to deal with him moaning and groaning when he makes himself sick."

With a sigh, he looks away from the grazing meta-meta and back toward Ianto. "I'll take a cup of tea, thanks," he says.

"Somethings will never change with him." Ianto sighs, and he looks at the plate of nibbles. "He's not eating from rubbish bins still I hope."

He wanders over towards a kettle and he goes to put fresh water into it. "Is there any particular type of tea that you prefer? Earl Gray? Black? Lemon? Green?"

"Not when I'm watching," Handy replies with a rueful chuckle. "He seems to have a resilient digestive system, at least."

He follows along, leaning on a counter and looking out so he can keep an eye on the meta-meta, as well as the rest of the scene. "House black?" he says with a shrug. "I'm not picky."

"That's an added pleasure other than the unforgiving smell that comes with bin jumping." Ianto has left access to the counter open if Andrew wanted to follow behind him.

"I have a house black that you'll enjoy." Ianto goes to find the bag that's in a tin that's labeled along with the rest of them. "What about Maret?"

"He doesn't care about tea," said Handy with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Give him something hot with a flavor and he'll drink it."

He chuckles, coming close enough to talk but positioning himself so he can watch Märet pigging out on hors d'ouvres. "Forget the smell, imagine washing a three-quarters Time Lord who doesn't want to be washed. He gets in these moods - especially when he's been eating things he knows he shouldn't."

"I do have some chocolate powder to make him hot chocolate with." Ianto walks into the back and he should offer the meta-meta something warm to wash the nibbles with.

He looks back over his shoulder and he can only imagine. "And, seeing who he reminds us of doesn't exactly help. I'm sure chocolate should be okay. I still don't know what happened to my own Metacrisis. He simply vanished as did most of them." Ianto pauses for a bit and he's wondering if he should worry. "It might be something worth while to look into at some point."

"He likes chocolate," agrees Handy with a smile. He follows, leaning in the doorway - Märet can look after himself for a moment or two. Maybe. He chuckles a little - living with Märet, it's relatively easy for him not to think too much about the fact that he's looking at the Master's face/body every day. By this point, it's just Märet. It's obvious, sometimes, that it still bothers the others a bit more.

"We should have kept better track of all of them," he agrees. "Some of them more than others, really. I think I lucked out with Märet being so dependent."

Ianto goes to make the homemade hot chocolate and there's a smile on his face. "There's not many calories in coffee and tea. It would be understandable for someone like him." Ianto's pleased the Meta-Master is no longer attached to him and trying to drive him insane.

He goes to get some milk to add to the pot and he thinks for a moment. "James and Maret are the only two that haven't wandered off completely. With all of the moving and what happened with The Miracle it's understandable we lost track of the rest."

Andrew's not quite so pleased - the meta-Master may be out of their hair, but unless he's gone and got himself killed (Handy cringes a little at that thought, though really it might be for the best if he has), he's still at large.

"You - we - couldn't have kept all the ones that didn't want to be kept," he agrees. "Not the ones like me especially, though I think we should have kept a better eye on the Master metas."

He cranes his neck to get a view of Märet, wanting to check up on him again. The meta-meta can keep himself safe - sort of - but Andrew's concerned about letting him loose on unsuspecting party-goers.

"No, the metacrisis were free to go if they wanted. We still make sure they're monitored simply for their well being. Except the Meta-Master has been impossible to find. I know the Master simply dominated any of my own personality but perhaps he has enough of my own darker side to keep him happy," Ianto says calmly, as he continues the stir the contents in the pot for Maret. "But I also may grant him some sanity so he can use that brain of his properly."

"And he's the one we least want unsupervised," mutters Andrew. "Do any of them know where we are? You never know if some of them might want to come back but can't find us."

"No, he's not the one we want left unsupervised," Ianto sighs, and he goes to grab hold of a mug to pour the finished hot chocolate in. "As for the others? I've tried mobiles but so far there's been little luck, I'll keep trying to see if I can find them. If they want to return? I don't see the harm."

"I'd like to know what some of them have been up to," Andrew muses, sipping his tea and shifting to be ready to move when Ianto's done making the cocoa. "I'd best hold onto that a minute so he doesn't scald his tongue," he comments mildly, nodding at the mug.

"I would also. I'd like to track down my own Metacrisis given who and what he was," Ianto says, and he hands the mug of hot chocolate complete with marshmallows and chocolate shavings to Andrew. "No, I don't think we want to do that to Maret."

Andrew smiles a little at the extra touches on the cocoa. "I'll stay back here so he doesn't see it before it's cool enough - that alright?" Because the meta-meta will drink it as soon as he's got it, even if it's hot enough to hurt him.

Ianto goes to make Andrew a mug with what's left in the pot. "I'm fine with you staying behind the counter. I'm going to end up needing help with running this place."

"You do know I'm an awful cook, don't you?" asks Andrew, not wanting to get roped into that. "It's only Märet who'll eat my cooking. Or drink my tea, when he deigns to drink tea."

"Okay, I'll take your word on it then. Maret will eat anyone's cooking no matter how good or bad it is," Ianto says, as he goes to see what Maret is up to. "Maret doesn't look like a tea drinker. He looks like a drinker of anything with empty calories."

"He'll drink it if he can't have anything else," shrugs Andrew. He tentatively feels the side of Märet's mug, waiting for it to get down below scalding heat. "I've been trying to teach him to fill up on tea and water, but he's not buying it."

"I'll make sure not to let fill him up on coffee then. I'm not sure I want to see him on a caffeine high." Ianto goes to clean up and he gets a tray of fresh biscuits to put out for everyone. "Its not the same as regular food. I'm sure his metabolic rate burns through tea as if it was well, water."

"I don't think any of us want that." Andrew gives a little shudder at the thought - Märet's calmed down since the early days, but fill him with caffeine and anything could happen.

"He eats like a horse," he agrees with a sigh.

"No, nobody wants to see that," Ianto smirks, and he doesn't want to see what will happen. Ianto breaks off a piece of the chocolate biscuit and he takes a bite. "I'm going to hope he hasn't developed the taste for a horse."

Andrew snorts. "He's never had it - and he's not going to. We don't need him getting the idea that it's okay to eat animals humans see as pets."

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