Fic: Spare Change

[patelyne]

Title: Spare Change
Character(s): Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None for TW (maybe a tiny blip of a Doctor Who Spoiler for Season 4?)
Notes: Ianto thinks to himself while putting in some time sorting through the archives. Thank you to tardistenantsue and candybree for both pushing me and putting up with my whining. You guys are the best!!




Ianto was definitely going to have to revamp the archive system again. Walking down through the levels, the sack he carried seemed to get heavier and heavier. Each door had layers of post-its over its actual sign, showing what type of items had been recently added to each room.

Lately it seemed that even more things had been falling through the rift. New, random and irritating things. Nothing so exciting as the singularity scalpel or as interesting as the data scanner Tosh used to monopolize had been found in months. Which reminded him, he was going to have to pull that out of secure lockup or there was no way he was going to get through the backlog papers and books that appeared in that warehouse last week. Surely it wasn’t abusing the archived tech if he using it to archives, was it? The monotony of the latest finds had him wishing even for the excitement of another “Risen Mitten” or, he internally corrected himself, “Resurrection Gauntlet”…wonder if those come in hats or boots also…hmmm…

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and pushed through a door with his foot. Tossing the burlap sack onto what was currently being used as a sorting table he picked through the coins inside and peered at each before tossing into separate jars. The one on the far right was nearly full. If he ever went to Poosh he would be a very wealthy man. At least he supposed so anyway. He still hadn’t managed to figure out the exchange rate, seeing that any attempts to contact the locals for info had been met with complaints that all dignitaries and ambassadors were dealing with the blowback from the missing moon. His eyes wandered over to a recently discarded bottle. He’d have to change the label on that one for replacement once the Poosh bottle was full.

Luckily Klom’s money looked enough like play money they didn’t have to scramble to collect it anymore. Half a ton of coinage for just enough money to cover a large pizza. Without the extra cheese he liked. And Klom has money scattered everywhere. Maybe if Poosh’s money wasn’t worth enough he could somehow convince them to start stamping the coins with something playful like butterflies instead of three headed lions. It would save him the trouble of at least one more system’s trash.

Sometimes Cardiff seemed like the underside of the universe’s sofa cushions.

Comments

[candybree.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Ianto the accountant. At least he has the suits for it.
This makes me want to see Jack ad Ianto take a vacation to Poosh together. I wonder what kind of souvenirs they would bring back...
Great job sweetie!!!

[mrsalemp.livejournal.com]

Ianto is slightly insulted you think his suits look like an accountant's. He said to tell you he spends good money and a lot of time getting those suits and that they are lawyer grade at the very least. Now he's muttering about his tie, blaming the blue one with white dots, something about how it must make the suit look cheap. I think it's a goner (teehee) Also - he wants you to know that he's only playing accountant because no one can stay focused that long, Jack goes off on story tangents for each coin. Claims to have one for every system.
Ianto has some vacation guides on standby just in case they can ever get some time off, I'll have him see if Poosh sent one. That way they can just spend the money there instead of worrying about exchanging it :)
(and thanks, this one was all your fault, sneaking your money into my country where I can't even spend it. sheesh)

[candybree.livejournal.com]

I said he could be an accountant. Obviously he would be the best dressed accountant ever.
It isn't my fault that your country isn't as flexible as mine is.
*shoves more Canadian money at you in hopes of another story*

[mrsalemp.livejournal.com]

Ouch! If you *insist* on throwing your funny money at me could you PLEASE make sure you don't roll the change first?
And if you are trying to say that accountants in your country look as hot as that then I really need to rethink some of my life choices
*browses through the Poosh visitors guide* Hmmm...looks like a nice place to visit

[tardistenantsue.livejournal.com]

HAHA! Risen Wellies!

What the hell is wrong with me? Really, you not being on (or Candy) is causing me to go back and re-read and comment. Might not be a good thing. Time to write, maybe?

[mrsalemp.livejournal.com]

Now how are the Risen Wellies used? We figured out the hat yesterday...
And what is wrong with you? Nothing much, you have to read and comment me. It's the law. But you also have to write. That's the law too. Doesn't leave much time for sleeping though, poor you.

[tardistenantsue.livejournal.com]

I'll manage. Sleep is for the weak!

Risen Wellies? Hmmm...have to think on how they work, but we *did* figure out how they look. And we all know that is the important bit.

[mrsalemp.livejournal.com]

I think Jack would agree that looking good is VERY important, but praticality can't be forgot. They must be able to be used somehow....I KNOW - if you find the fountain of youth you can splash about in it with your risen wellies and anyone who gets splashed comes back to life! Yes? No?

[tardistenantsue.livejournal.com]

Ooo - that's good - I hope they don't get holes in them.