Singing Plotbunny!
Dec. 12th, 2006 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fangrrl_squeesIt's more of a mini-ficlet than a plotbunny, but I figure that if any of you want to run with it, please do. And, yes, I know exactly what's to blame for this.
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A familiar, delicious, smell permeated the air, and Owen realized that Ianto had, with his usual discretion, somehow rustled up a bag of fresh popcorn - real popcorn - without disturbing the scene that was unfolding in the Hub's main work area. Owen took a handful and passed the bag to Gwen, who also leaned on the railing overlooking the Hub.
"Did I miss anything?" Ianto whispered.
"Yeah," Owen whispered back. "The first half of Night and Day."
"Really?" Ianto looked sulky. "I love Cole Porter."
Owen rolled his eyes. "You are so gay."
"Shut up, you two." Gwen hissed.
Meanwhile, Jack and Toshiko sang and occasionally danced, using the Hub's desks, stairwells and the occasional well-time swoop by Myfanwy (particularly effective during a medley of South Pacific) as their set.
"How long's it been now?" Owen asked.
"Half an hour." Gwen murmured. "I didn't even know they could sing."
"Well, of course he can." Owen scoffed.
"I'd call you a prick, Owen, but then I'd have to..." Gwen's voice trailed off, apparently entranced by a deft segue into It Had To Be You.
Owen backed off from the incipient spat. "How the hell can you dip someone like that and not drop them?"
"Practice?" Ianto suggested, deadpan.
"We should probably do something." Gwen said without much conviction and reaching for the popcorn again. The other two nodded and muttered agreement.
"I mean, obviously that thing's harmless," she gestured towards the rift's most recent offering. Not quite as large as a baseball, the purple and silver orb emitted a cheerful glow somewhat brighter than might be expected from an object of that size. Apparently Tosh had been the first person to examine it, with Jack peering over her shoulder and... the next thing the team knew, the pair started singing. A lot. And surprisingly well.
Owen tried to tear his attention away from the scene. "Maybe it... I dunno, brings out your inner musician or something. Didn't we get a report about something like this in California a couple of years ago?"
Ianto shook his head. "I don't think so. That involved a pendant of some sort and... spontaneous combustion."
That snapped Gwen out of her reverie. "Then we should definitely put a stop to this! Just in case."
"Alright, alright!" Owen retreated from her vehemence. "Just let 'em finish this one, first. I loved Miss Saigon..."
"And you call me gay?"
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A familiar, delicious, smell permeated the air, and Owen realized that Ianto had, with his usual discretion, somehow rustled up a bag of fresh popcorn - real popcorn - without disturbing the scene that was unfolding in the Hub's main work area. Owen took a handful and passed the bag to Gwen, who also leaned on the railing overlooking the Hub.
"Did I miss anything?" Ianto whispered.
"Yeah," Owen whispered back. "The first half of Night and Day."
"Really?" Ianto looked sulky. "I love Cole Porter."
Owen rolled his eyes. "You are so gay."
"Shut up, you two." Gwen hissed.
Meanwhile, Jack and Toshiko sang and occasionally danced, using the Hub's desks, stairwells and the occasional well-time swoop by Myfanwy (particularly effective during a medley of South Pacific) as their set.
"How long's it been now?" Owen asked.
"Half an hour." Gwen murmured. "I didn't even know they could sing."
"Well, of course he can." Owen scoffed.
"I'd call you a prick, Owen, but then I'd have to..." Gwen's voice trailed off, apparently entranced by a deft segue into It Had To Be You.
Owen backed off from the incipient spat. "How the hell can you dip someone like that and not drop them?"
"Practice?" Ianto suggested, deadpan.
"We should probably do something." Gwen said without much conviction and reaching for the popcorn again. The other two nodded and muttered agreement.
"I mean, obviously that thing's harmless," she gestured towards the rift's most recent offering. Not quite as large as a baseball, the purple and silver orb emitted a cheerful glow somewhat brighter than might be expected from an object of that size. Apparently Tosh had been the first person to examine it, with Jack peering over her shoulder and... the next thing the team knew, the pair started singing. A lot. And surprisingly well.
Owen tried to tear his attention away from the scene. "Maybe it... I dunno, brings out your inner musician or something. Didn't we get a report about something like this in California a couple of years ago?"
Ianto shook his head. "I don't think so. That involved a pendant of some sort and... spontaneous combustion."
That snapped Gwen out of her reverie. "Then we should definitely put a stop to this! Just in case."
"Alright, alright!" Owen retreated from her vehemence. "Just let 'em finish this one, first. I loved Miss Saigon..."
"And you call me gay?"
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Re: Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 09:03 pm (UTC)(and of course, he's paying for that, too - didn't meant to give the wrong impression, there)
Re: Barrowman sings (RVP 2006)
Date: 2006-12-12 09:07 pm (UTC)Surely there must be somewhere to escape! :)