RP for hofficoffi 'Ianto's first day.'

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Jack waits inside the entrance of the tourist office for the arrival of Torchwood Three's newest employee. This is anything but planned, an invitation on a whim after seeing a spark within the man. Something he can't quite put his finger on, but a spark nonetheless.

He hasn't told his team that they'll be having a new addition. In fact it hasn't even entered his mind to do so. But then he'll excuse himself for that (should he need excusing at all - which of course he doesn't believe he does) by saying it was quite late last night when he had the encounter with Ianto and the pterodactyl, and it is quite early now.

When Jack had returned to the Hub the previous night he'd spent hours re-reading Ianto's personnel file from Torchwood One. Everything from work performance to sickness record. It had to be said, he had quite an impressive track record. It makes him uncomfortable though, even now after he's offered him a job. Ianto is from Torchwood One, and Jack has done all he can to sever that connection. He had many an uncomfortable year under their watchful eye, and he's different, he wants Torchwood to be different. He wants it to be something better. He isn''t sure if that can be done with someone on his team who has Torchwood One's beliefs and values at his core.

He hopes he's made the right decision.

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Outside, Ianto Jones hesitates by the door of the tourist information office that he knows to be a front for Torchwood Three. He is impeccably groomed--hair in place, mask in place, a suit that isn't the one he wore the night before--but still he's concerned that Jack will see right through him. He hasn't slept, but then again there have been plenty of sleepless nights since Canary Wharf, and since Canary Wharf he prefers them.

Ianto takes a deep breath, the cool morning air grounding him slightly, and glances down at his watch. He's afraid he'll be discovered, that he will get this close only to go no further, that something will happen to her while he's gone... It takes a great deal of effort to hold himself together. He can't afford to be afraid, to be nervous. Not now. Especially not now.

As the minute hand passes the six, he straightens his tie with numb fingers. This is it-- his chance, Lisa's chance, what he's waited for... and yet he's never, never wanted it less.

He opens the door.

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Inside, Jack stands without ceremony, no welcome party awaiting the arrival of Ianto Jones. Just Jack, and not even Jack paying a great deal of attention (or if he does, not showing it).

He's standing sideways on when the tourist office door opens and the handsomely be-suited man walks in, flicking his fingers randomly through a year and a half old dust covered guide to Snowdonia. He notes to himself that it can go on the rather piecemeal list of things for Ianto to put under his jurisdiction.

"Ianto Jones," he intones and turns on his heel. Straightening his back he shoves his hands behind him, seeming to suddenly dominate the small room. He glances him rather obviously up and down and nods, "Nice suit."

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Ianto steps inside and lets the door close behind him. The room is small, dusty, and cramped, not to mention that Captain Jack Harkness has a way of being far more present than anyone has a right to be, but Ianto does his best not to react.

He merely nods. "Captain," he says, his tone clipped but respectful. Professional. That's his aim. The suit got him the job, after all, or at least that's what he's telling himself. The suit and a pterodactyl. And, in the name of professionalism, he chooses not to acknowledge the comment about his clothes.

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Jack stands in the office with something of a falsely stern expression on his face. No doubt he's trying to appear like the perfect figure of authority here to his new employee. To adopt that aloof nature he so often does around his staff. Keeping them at arms length. With Ianto though, there's a little more. There's Torchwood One like a shadow behind him. Jack knows only too well what the required reading for employees was there, and he knows too that his name crops up in it at least once. He doesn't know how much Ianto knows about him, but he intends to find out.

"Welcome to Torchwood." he intones with a slight lift of his head. Reaching out an arm he gestures to the room around him, the dilapidated and woefully ignored tourist office. "This area will be yours. Public face of Torchwood, we like to keep it stocked." He chooses to ignore the fact that it's anything but. "That'll be up to you."

He turns his head back and slowly paces until he's behind the desk. Underneath it he presses a button. The front door locks and the inner wall swings open.

"I hope you know what you've let yourself in for."