[video; open] dated to a few hours after ianto's post

[51stcentury]

[Jack revives in some sort of storage area with a gasp and more than a little bit of floundering. He's disoriented, as he usually is when he revives, and he can't quite remember what happened. It's coming back to him in flashes, and one of the first flashes he remembers is finding Ianto lying on the ground with...with another crouched over him. The attacker, it was him, he...

Where is he? Where is Ianto?

Surging into action, Jack switches the video channel of his communicator open. He looks pale - whatever happened to him leaves him feeling drained, though of what he can't quite be sure. His eyes are wide and blue and stand out in contrast to the palor of the rest of his complexion. His expression is halfway between exhausted and enraged]

Ianto. Ianto, where are you? Where is he? Some... [He stumbles. He's not steady on his feet yet - whatever killed him drained him more than a simple bullet wound would have]

He was... There was a man, or. Something. In our room. ...I found him on the ground, I. Someone tell me that he's all right, I don't know how long it's been, I couldn't. Ianto...!!

[He's too out of it to realize that yelling for him over the communication device won't make him respond any faster than simply asking for him would. It should be noted that while Jack's shirt is torn and bloody in the same area as the rest of them, though more violently, and with a lot more blood, his body is suspiciously free of any wounds]

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video forever!

[51stcentury]

When? Is he alright? What... How long ago?

[Sorry for all the questions, he's just REALLY CONCERNED AND WORRIED, Cas]

[rebelled]

[He doesn't notice the switch in feed, so all his own video will be throughout the conversation is a shot of his boots. Enjoy.]

A matter of hours. As I said, he is being taken care of.

[51stcentury]

Hours. And he's been seen to. Okay. [The relief in Jack's voice pretty much knocks you in the face]

How... Did he contact people over the network? Were you the one to bring him there?

[rebelled]

He used his phone to contact others, and a number of people responded. One of them are responsible for transporting him.

[51stcentury]

Did you speak with him?

[rebelled]

No. I had other business to attend to, and he had already been offered assistance.

[51stcentury]

[Jack's shaken, but he's been reassured that Ianto's okay, a bit of his real personality comes out] ...are you always this conversational?

[rebelled]

I was providing answers to your questions.

[:| Because that's the right thing to do, isn't it?]

[51stcentury]

Fair enough.

What's your name then, soldier? [The nickname because he's so to the point. And because he doesn't really sound like the 'cowboy' or 'tiger' type]

[rebelled]

[The nickname goes over his head for the simple fact that, technically, that's exactly what he is.]

Castiel.

[51stcentury]

[Well you're just a barrel of fun, aren't you, Cas?]

Captain Jack Harkness. Pleasure to meet you.

[rebelled]

[He's the life of the party. Obviously.]

A captain of what?

[51stcentury]

Technically? Royal Air Force, 133rd squadron.

[rebelled]

Do you believe you work aboard this "ship"?

[51stcentury]

Do I believe I "work"?

[rebelled]

[:| How else to put it...]

That you are involved in keeping this "ship" functioning.

[51stcentury]

At the moment? No, I don't think that I am. However there's some reason that the ship keeps stealing people aboard, now, isn't there? So the question is what.

[rebelled]

There is. And it will be dealt with.

[Said in a very matter-of-fact tone. He's completely sure he knows who's behind it, and no one's convincing him otherwise.]

[51stcentury]

[eyebrow raise] You seem pretty sure of yourself...

[rebelled]

I am.

[Yep. No explanation here. Sorry, Jack. He's not the best conversationalist.]

[51stcentury]

Why?

[See? He can do the whole straightforward question and answer thing too]

[rebelled]

Because I will find the one responsible and force him to end this.

[51stcentury]

And how do you propose you do that, then?

[rebelled]

By first performing a location ritual.

[51stcentury]

A ritual.