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Welcome to Oodsphere Thanks Giving

The Oodsphere was once a place used by humans to sell Ood into slavery, this is no more with Ood and the Friends of the Ood working side by side. There is a great banquet hall with a great feast of human food favorites from hams, yams, turkey and with all of the trimmings the staff has picked up on the American holiday as a day to give thanks.

There standing amongst it all is Ood Sigma with his hands held wide open. "I welcome all of you to give thanks to the Children of Time and most importantly The Doctor. I will welcome all of you later to come listen to a most important message about the future of the universe."

OOC: This is a two part plot, the feast will take part tonight and on to till tomorrow once everyone's home and plump for the American side of things. The message and the kick off for the next few plots will happen Friday night. There's no pose order so simply treat this like the Halloween Party thread. The message thread will have it's own separate thread so don't worry about things there. The plot is Fractured only so no open invites on sws please.

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Ianto steps aside to let an Adipose walk past on the table. He crinkles his brow a little bit. "I don't know if that's exactly sanitary. I recall them. They're living how should we say it fat."

He stares at the colors of the food in front of them and each comes from the different spectrum of the rainbow and every possible texture. Ianto's shyness comes into play here and he looks to find anything that looks familiar. "You've done this before." The Welshman leans over to glance at some bright green 'tomatoes' and he reaches to put a couple on his salad plate.

When he goes to add something to the plate they've moved and one tomato seems to have grown legs. Ianto's eyes seem to widen. "My green tomato moved.."

"I think it's one of the guests," Patrick says. He gently picks up the tomato and laughs as it dances over his hand and he sets it on the floor. "Try the shell pasta it looks pink but it's really good and the insides taste like chedder cheese."

Ianto looks at the table where there's a bowl of 'guests'. "I don't think guests belong in bowls." There could be a mistake and one of the cooks put them in there?

He reaches over for the bowl and he places it on the ground tipping it ever so gently for the 'green tomatoes' to go scattering across the floor. Behind him an annoyed Judoon snorts at his salad topping getting loose.

There's one of the green critters on his arm and the brute reaches to pick it off. He pops it in to his mouth and there's a big crunch.

Ianto's just dumbfounded and he looks at Patrick with a 'whooops' look on his face. "Alright so they were salad toppings for a Rhino."

Patrick shakes his head. "Each to his own I suppose at least it was fresh right," he says trying to be casual about the whole thing.

Once you see a six foot tall ant munch a tree with the birds in it, walking tomatoes are almost normal. "Come on lets grab a seat yeah," he says.

None of this is normal to Ianto, most of the alien life he's seen outside of The Doctor had other plans. Jack tried to point out life isn't always that bad.

He picks up some familiar looking things with familiar colors. Ianto looks back at the Judoon who's content to pick his food from the ground it fell to. "A seat, a seat with familiar faces." He looks to see another Jack with a Ianto for a bit. He'd like to talk with another one of him but he'll try to manage that later.

There's a tickling sensation on his arm, one of the tomatoes must of found it's way up into his suit sleeve. He takes the suit off and he finds the green insect. He takes it out to hand over to Patrick. "The Doctor will like this. Of course he's got more than enough pets in the TARDIS."

Then there's that sight, a sight of pure horror that comes clomping past a Cyberman and if anything will make Ianto nervous it's that. There's a rush of memories to the battle of Canary Wharf. "Why are they here?" He harshly says, and he forgets about the green insect for a bit to grab hold of Patrick's shirt. Then to add to it there's one Hoix and then the servant Daleks who offer him tea and cake.

Patrick stares at the metal man stunned into silence for a moment. He turns to face Ianto, hyper aware of the Welshman's hand in his shirt. "It's okay Ianto, it's okay," he says softly trying to keep his friend calm and a grip on the struggling tomato.

Ianto doesn't care about the struggling tomato, he's more upset about the sight of the Cyberman and he doesn't see the coming Ood who places two tall covered 'jars' in front of him.

"It's not okay. I thought The Doctor got rid of them," Ianto spits a bit under his breath. The Welshman forces himself to stay seated for the message that will be coming very soon. Then they can leave this place. He'll get better with his travels he knows it, but the Cybermen are still things of nightmares for him.

His eyes focus on the other Ianto he'd like to go over there to speak with him. He tries to shake the feeling of horror from his mind, and he goes to grab hold of Patrick's hand for reassurance.

"Something is very wrong here," Patrick mutters echoing the whispers from the watch in his pocket. He drops the tomato on the floor and stares at the covered jars in front of them. "Did you notice the only ones with covered things on their tables are the Doctor and the Children of Time."

He squeezes Ianto's hand gently,"I'm here Yan," he says softly.

Ianto shakes himself from the threat of the Cybermen who are elsewhere in this massive haul. He nods in agreement to Patrick. "I agree." He watches the two Jacks try to figure out the covered item with no success.

"A bomb maybe?" Ianto keeps the held hand covered. "Just what we need is to have dignitaries from all across the universe blown to pieces."

The Dalek servant comes back. "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA?" It asks both Patrick and Ianto with the saucer placed on a plate on it's sucker arm. "No, no - erm no thank you."

Patrick watches the table where the suicidal Jack is sitting. He sees him try to scan the object and then shake his head and tap his wrist computer.

"Whatever it is scanners don't work on it," he says, "or don't work period." He studies it himself. "It could be a bomb, but it doesn't look like any shape I've ever seen.....and I've seen a lot of bombs."

The Dalek gets a nervous glance from Patrick, who still remembers his encounter with their creator. "No thank you," he says trying to keep his voice from shaking.

There's a dirty look from the Judoon that Ianto angered, but Ianto doesn't pay much attention to it. That Judoon may be paying New York a visit later on.

Ianto looks at the suicidal Jack for a long time. "We can run it through the HUB computers when we get back to New York. Bombs can come in numerous shapes and sizes." There's a tiny smile from Ianto and he glances back at Patrick. "But you know bombs best."

Another Dalek comes up to the table. "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CAKE?" Ianto stares at the cake with what appears to be a butter creme icing on it on vanilla. "No thanks. I'm plenty full."

"I'm fine too," Patrick tells the Dalek firmly, "do you mind buggering off now,." But the Dalek doesn't move, just stays right were it is it's eye stalk staring at the object on the table.

Patrick shoots Ianto a small smile. "Thanks for the vote of confidence Yan it means a lot coming from you."

Ianto looks at the objects at the table one for each of them with a frown on his face. Then the Dalek that has shown interest in them. "I'm sure it's just a party gift now if you don't mind."

The Dalek simply stays put as the Ood begin to give their message.

It's a strange thing to have a message filtered into his head. He glances at the three elder Ood.

The fact this was something of urgency for all life in the universe is reassuring to Ianto. It still doesn't help he saw something of his nightmares in the room with him.

Patrick freezes when he hears the bit about the Doctor's other images. Alisa had made reference to the fact that the fob watch contained the Doctor's future self. Did that mean he carried one of the dangers in his pocket right now.

What would happen if someone ever opened it? The idea terrifed him, because he remembered the ghosts on every street and the people he saw die....he didn't want that to happen to his friends.

Ianto picks his jar up and he studies it closely. "I know this. We had one just like it in the HUB since I joined Torchwood." It's a disgusting reminder of Jack's Doctor. He recalls the metacrisis that lived in a Red TARDIS.

"This? This comes from him. The Doctor. It's his hand and I just remember it vanished along with Jack during that year," Ianto quietly says, he had made sure this hand stayed nice and clean for its stay.

He doesn't hear the voices over the crowd. "Other images? His other faces you mean."

Patrick nods as he picks up his own hand and studies it. "Yes, I've read the files on the Doctor, apparently he can change when he is close to death, same man but a different body, but there are more people and hands then make sense....he can't have changed this many times."

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