Mirror, Mirror

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Who: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, TBD
What: Thus begins this crazy plot.
Where: Jack and Ianto's fantabulous Victorian Duplex
When: Morning
Notes: This is the beginning of a Flyside-based plot involving a small number of characters and some NPCs, but it's by no means exclusive. If your character lives in Flyside or you just want to be involved in the plot somehow, feel free to drop one of us a line.
Warnings: General warning for Jack Harkness. Also warnings for mild but disturbing imagery including the mutilation and death of children.

Remodeling a house was no easy prospect, even when the remodeling was relatively minor. Removing a wall and installing new fixtures could take a lot out of a man, and so it was with a yawn that Ianto woke, stretching sore muscles after a long and satisfying slumber. It was no surprise Jack was no longer laid out next to him, the immortal man very rarely sleeping longer than Ianto, but the other side of the bed was still warm. Noises were coming from downstairs, presumably the kitchen, and that meant there was a possibility of breakfast sometime in the near future. Urged by both stomach and an aching bladder, Ianto reluctantly rolled off the comfortable mattress and made for the bathroom.

Once relieved, he blearily washed his hands and then splashed some water on his face to help him further join the land of the living. Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror, he was met instead by cold, dead eyes and dark skin in a halo of polished metal, the room awash in blood and the whine of saws competing with the terrible, shrieking sounds of human agony.

His Lisa. No. Not his Lisa, but the Cyberman, wearing Lisa's body, and the people in the conversion chambers were children and one of them was Mica. She was screaming for her mother as Lisa held her flailing limbs and strapped her in--

With a startled, terrified shout, Ianto reacted, grabbing the nearest heavy object -- the ceramic toothbrush holder -- and threw it forcefully at the vision. He didn't remember he'd been looking into a mirror until it shattered violently.

Flying shards cut into him, shallow, stinging scratches of little consequence, but they succeeded in reconnecting him to reality with a gasp. He stumbled back, hit the wall, and felt his legs go out from under him as he slid down abruptly. His eyes were locked to the fragments as he numbly wondered what in the hell just happened.

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[51stcentury]

Jack put his arm around Ianto, pulling him against him, sitting there thinking for a while. "I'm sorry, Ianto," he said, using that voice that said that if there anything he could do about this situation, anything, that he'd be right on that at that moment. But there wasn't. There was nothing and the pair of them knew that they had lost their friend again. "She's gone."

With the timing of this morning's event and then finding out about Tosh, Jack couldn't help but wonder... No. No, he wasn't going to think that. He wasn't going to go anywhere near that thought until he had reason to assume that she had been stolen into the mirror and taken away. If Tosh was gone, though, that meant that they were on their own for this investigation. "We're going to have to scan the mirror ourselves. We have this," he said, motioning to the wriststrap. "We can see what sorts of readings I get off of the mirror with it."

[ooc: do we know at all whether jack's wriststrap would pick anything up from the mirrors? :x]

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Ianto straightened after a few moments of comfort in Jack's embrace, glad to have something to focus on, to take away from his thoughts of Tosh and thoughts of eternal separation from Jack. The idea was easily more horrifying than leaving Jack by virtue of the mortal coil. Dying was both inevitable and natural, but being alive and knowing one of them was trapped beyond all help... If he dwelled too deeply on it, he knew he would become paranoid and he needed to keep his wits about him.

Nodding stiffly but determinedly, he stood and headed back over to the bathroom. "If this one doesn't tell us anything, maybe another mirror will. Or maybe it was a one-off." They could always hope.

[51stcentury]

Jack nodded and followed the other man into the bathroom, trying to get a scan off of the mirror for something, anything. But there wasn't anything. Nothing more than the residual trace of something that was pretty much all over everything within the city and had more to do with how everything got there than just this one mirror fiasco.

"Nothing," Jack said frustratedly. "There's absolutely nothing. It's just a mirror." Not to say that he didn't believe Ianto. He did. The man didn't just see things and freak out about them without good reason. But this mirror wasn't telling them anything. Nothing useful, nothing concrete.

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"Maybe it's because I broke it," he muttered, unreasonably annoyed with himself for panicking and possibly destroying their only lead. It had been a perfectly normal reaction, but now the mirror was just a pile of broken glass.

"Let's get dressed and test the mirrors downstairs. Maybe they'll give us something." And if the other mirrors in the house were as horrific, he'd feel much more secure if he weren't in just his shorts and nothing else.

[51stcentury]

"Hey," Jack said firmly, sensing the other man's displeasure, "don't beat yourself up about it, okay? We'll figure it out. But you're right. Much as I would love to watch you battle monsters in your underwear, we should put some clothes on. C'mon..." He led Ianto back out into the bedroom and started getting out everything that he'd need: a fresh t-shirt, another button-down, his trousers, his braces, belt. Jack had more pieces of his outfit than the average man did, but just as he could get out of them in a split second, he could dress into them almost as fast too, and it wasn't too long before Jack was fully dressed, rolling the cuffs of his shirt up to his elbows. He thought about grabbing his gun.

"What were you doing when you saw this in the mirror? Were you thinking of anything to do with what you saw? Did they seem to be aware of you at all?" Jack needed the information to know whether it was something that might have been generated by Ianto's thoughts, or if this might even be a threat against the pair of them.

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By the time Jack was finished dressing, Ianto was already tugging on the sleeves of his suit, looking unfairly immaculate. Dressing quickly -- very quickly -- was a skill Ianto had achieved while working at Torchwood One, and had perfected during the course of his liaisons with Jack in the hub. He probably deserved some kind of mention in a record book for the time Owen had come in unexpectedly just as they were in flagrante up against the counter in the kitchen. Jack had still looked rather happily disheveled when Owen stumbled upon them, while Ianto had been smugly in the middle of preparing a coffee as if it had been his entire purpose for being in the kitchen all along.

"I wasn't thinking of anything but breakfast," he replied after a thoughtful pause. "I could hear you down in the kitchen. I splashed water on my face, looked up, and there they we. Neither of them looked at me or acknowledged me." Ianto too thought about grabbing his gun, knowing the bullet situation in Baedal could be bothersome. But they couldn't go unarmed either, so after only a short hesitation, he tucked his away.

[51stcentury]

Jack nodded, tucking his holster into his belt as well, having similar thoughts about not being able to go around unarmed. "So...it was just a window. Or an image. From here to wherever they were, but not back." He nodded to the door, alert and on the defense, something which he'd never thought he'd have to be here, not in their new home and all. "After you. We'll try another mirror, see if it does the same thing..." He wondered, vaguely, if it would make a difference whether he looked into it first or not, or whether he'd even be able to see the same thing as Ianto, but. Well, they'd try, at least. They had to do that much.