LIVE on #Periscope: National Breakfast Month party [broadcast to all network-accessible devices]

[i_jones]

[an unflattering angle of Ianto's face; he seems to realize and adjusts to a level angle]

Hello! Hello. This is Ianto Jones, broadcasting live from that blue police box in Central Park.

[Ianto's finger reaches for the screen, and the shot flips from his face to what appears to be the interior of a diner. Sort of like this, but also not. The walls are decorated with various souvenirs from Earth and beyond, both vintage and futuristic. As the camera pans somewhat carelessly over the room, Ianto asks of someone unseen:] D'we still have to be coy about that? ROMAC's gone, yeah?

[The camera rights, scans over the surroundings, the bar, some kind of glowing purple rock, a weathered metal sign that says BOWIE BASE TWO, a photograph portrait of Ianto, what appears to be the Eighth Doctor, and an unidentified man in Edwardian dress, a collection of increasingly alien tie pins, bottles of alcohol labeled in non-Earthen languages, et cetera. More to himself,] Well deserved. Awful name.

[The view turns to the windows of the diner, through which the light of a brilliant nebula shines, rather than sunlight. Through the beams of the ceiling, one can see a smokey, sort of Harry-Potter-Great-Hall-esque view of stars.] I gather that September is National Breakfast Month in the States. September's nearly done but I didn't want us to miss out.

[another unflattering angle of Ianto's face; he adjusts] Stop by this evening for breakfast. We'll be open late. Or come this afternoon. [with a shrug] I'll be here.

[He reaches for the screen, pauses, pulls his hand back.] It's in the TARDIS. In the Ramble. Central Park. [to the ceiling] No more hiding! [conspiratorially, to the camera,] She needs more friends. [His hand obscures the screen and the broadcast ends.]

Comments

[bibliophale]

What is your stance on small children? One extremely well-behaved, the other... less so.

[i_jones]

The TARDIS is very child-friendly. We have a small child of our own. That is to say, she's not our small child, but we look after her. She could use some small children friends. I imagine.

1/2

[bibliophale]

Oh well that might work out nicely! Perhaps this afternoon then.

2/2

[bibliophale]

Oh say, you're the fellow from that dream with the pie shop. I take it you recovered then.

[i_jones]

Not only am I awake, I am less of a mopey bastard as well.

[bibliophale]

Very good! I'm glad to hear it.

[rae_of_sun]

What's your status on cinnamon rolls?

[i_jones]

We've a green light on cinnamon rolls, that's a go.

[starlightcalliope]

i'm so thrilled!!
it is going to be splendid. ^u^

[i_jones]

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[starlightcalliope]

(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

[apidae]

Oh I wish I could!! This sounds so nice. Not going to be able to make it today though :(

Thanks so much for the invite! I still really want to meet the TARDIS! :D Tell the Doctor I said hello

[i_jones]

I will. There will always be breakfast for you whenever you have time to stop by and meet the TARDIS.

[apidae]

Aww thank you so much :)

[driftseeker]

[She's been here long enough to have obtained a vague understanding of the now-obsolete factions, and were she not currently living with an archangel for a landlord, she would have assumed the impossibilities being shown on video were tricks of editing and visual manipulation. However, she's recently had her horizons broadened beyond what is conventionally 'possible', whether she likes it or not]

What's a tardis?

['Blue police box' is a pretty narrow superlative, but that sounds like a rather small space to be fitting all...that inside.]

[i_jones]

A ship that travels through space and time, usually, although it's been run aground by the rift. Alien technology.

[driftseeker]

What sort of aliens?

[No offense meant to anyone involved, but the last time she encountered aliens, they ended up - disagreeing. Violently.]

[i_jones]

The good kind. I live with one of them, and he's the only one you're liable to encounter this side of the rift. He's a bit grumpy but mostly harmless.

[driftseeker]

[Doesn't sound like a kaiju.]

So, just to clarify, you are IN a police box? Those are rather small, aren't they?

[i_jones]

The ship's inner dimensions aren't tied to its outer dimensions. It's smaller outside than in.

[driftseeker]

Oh.

[That...there is not much she can say to that, other than to simply acknowledge it and move on. This truly is a vastly different universe in comparison to her own.]

I will...see if I can make it?

[That many unfamiliar people all at once sounds somewhat daunting, but if she is going to be trapped here, she thinks it may be prudent to familiarize herself with some of the others like her.]

[i_jones]

Excellent. I look forward to meeting you.

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[omnomnom_feels]

how did you get this number

[i_jones]

I didn't actually, until you responded. I was bring broadcast. I don't know the specifics. The phone equivalent of very loud yelling, I suppose. I'll delete your number. Scout's honor. I have no name to attach to it, at any rate.

2/2 that was totally on purpose

[i_jones]

*was BEING broadcast.