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Oracle gunned her little two cylinder bike around the corner heading for the dock at the end of the walk mermaid quay. Raya and she had made Torchwood a special cake with an extra special if not a little messy surprise inside. Harmless yes but very, very messy.
Almost mounting the curb when she stopped, it was taking a little getting used driving the motorcycle with the side car but she thought she was doing pretty well “So, how’s the Cake doing?”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Almost mounting the curb when she stopped, it was taking a little getting used driving the motorcycle with the side car but she thought she was doing pretty well “So, how’s the Cake doing?”
"So far, so good." Raya replied with a grin. Already excited they agreed on their delivery girl costumes. "Still in perfect shape."
Raya knew she was suppose to be behaving, however she couldn't help herself. So she figured she would make it up to Nate later. Maybe make him some dinner. She could cook chicken!
Anyway, right, the plan. Basically, both Oracle and herself, deliver a delicious surprise cake. Extra surprise. Have someone sign for it, leave the pen. The pen that would hack into Torchwood's database, so that they could keep an eye on them. And then both of them lickity-split it out of there. Like Bonnie and Clyde.
No wait. Those two died. So not like them, oh you know what she means.
Dismounting the bike Oracle smoothed out her costume “I should have worn a tie for this.” "Still in perfect shape." “Good,” holding her hand out in front of her, motioning for Raya to go ahead Oracle bent forward a little out of respect for her friend “After you Miss Raya.”
Trying to hold back a smile mostly because she knew that Torchwood would more than likely know they were there due to some kind of cameras around the bay, most faculties like this were paranoid and she’d bet Torchwood would be no different.
Jack smiled; more to himself than to anyone in the room. He'd agreed to take watch while Ianto ran an errand. He didn't mind. After all, Jack spent most of his time at the HUB when there wasn't an emergency. He watched as the unexpected delivery came to the door upstairs. After quickly donning his coat he headed up and opened the door with a winning smile.
"Well, hello there," he practically purred as he leaned against the doorway to the Tourist's Office. He looked over the two visitors. "You know, as much as I love to have company... and I do love to have company. It's after hours. We're closed up for the night. But maybe you could come back tomorrow? Unless you're looking for someone to have drinks with...?" He made sure to give the two women and extra saucy wink without moving from the doorway. One could never be too careful, right?
"Yeah, you should have." Raya agreed as she got out of the sidecar carefully. Feeling just a little bit awkward, since she wasn't quite use to such small skirts. On that note, she decided from now on, she would no longer would make bets with Oracle again.
She gave Oracle a grin, and a light curtsy. "Why thank you, miss Oracle." Leading the way forward, to their target drop off destination.
As she saw the closed doors, she was considering pressing her back against the door to open it. However, luckily for her, the lovely smiling of the good ol' captain, who opened the door. Not to open it for them, but to lean against it's frame.
Well didn't he look yummy, in his military coat-... Raya stopped her thoughts right there. And not a moment too soon.
"Well, hello there," he practically purred as he leaned against the doorway to the Tourist's Office. He looked over the two visitors. "You know, as much as I love to have company... and I do love to have company. It's after hours. We're closed up for the night. But maybe you could come back tomorrow? Unless you're looking for someone to have drinks with...?" He made sure to give the two women and extra saucy wink without moving from the doorway. One could never be too careful, right?
"Hello~" Raya greeted, as she carefully held onto the cake. "Really? Oh! We're not tourists, we're delivering cakes!"
After about twenty one years of living around here. She had found it easier for her to appear innocent to anyone who never met her before. Or knew of her little tricks. She also found it quite fun as well.
Jack watched the women before him. Something seemed a little off, but they'd had the odd misdirected delivery person before so it was entirely unheard of. He continued to smile as he looked them over again. He knew that smell and mentally shook his head. His pheromones weren't nearly as strong as they normally would but he was sure the two women would be able to smell them shortly. But he could smell something was off with their own scent, though it could just be the nerves from not being certain if this was the right place for the delivery.
"We didn't order any cake, ladies. What's the name on that delivery order? Maybe we can figure out where it's supposed to be headed. Sound good to you?" he offered. He figured it wouldn't hurt to be nice. After all... if they weren't up to something, what was the harm?
"We didn't order any cake, ladies. What's the name on that delivery order? Maybe we can figure out where it's supposed to be headed. Sound good to you?" Keep it in character, Oracle frowned a little “Hmm, odd.” reaching into her messenger bag Oracle pulled out a clipboard, she started to look for a pen as well “hmm Raya, you got a pen?”
Oracle ran her finger over under the line to make sure, stealing a quick glance at Jack Oracle decided to play it stupid “Yeah, seems you’re right, seems like this cake is supposed to be for a Torchwood, whatever that is. Raya, can you pronounce this guy’s name?” she handed the clipboard over to her friend offering to switch it for the cake.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Ianto Jones managed to stifle a long suffering sigh as the man across the counter gave him perhaps the most dumbfounded look he had ever seen. At least, on another human being. On a weevil, however... The young Welshman hadn't though his request was that unusual, and it isn't like he hasn't been going to the same cleaners for the last eleven months! Both for the members of Torchwood three and himself, mind. With a polite smile and a little nod the 'tea boy' excused himself and turned to call Jack. Might as well see if there is anything else that needed to be picked up, or done, while he is out. Ianto dialed the number by heart and waited to hear that cocky voice...
"We didn't order any cake, ladies. What's the name on that delivery order? Maybe we can figure out where it's supposed to be headed. Sound good to you?"
Keep it in character, Oracle frowned a little “Hmm, odd.” reaching into her messenger bag Oracle pulled out a clipboard, she started to look for a pen as well “hmm Raya, you got a pen?”
"Yup!" Raya answered cheerfully, handing a simple push pen that was in her shirt pocket, to her partner. "Here you go, Oracle."
Raya waited patiently, as Oracle searched through the list of random deliveries they had put on there. After all, what was a cake delivery girl, without the places she had to deliver to?
Oracle ran her finger over under the line to make sure, stealing a quick glance at Jack Oracle decided to play it stupid “Yeah, seems you’re right, seems like this cake is supposed to be for a Torchwood, whatever that is. Raya, can you pronounce this guy’s name?” she handed the clipboard over to her friend offering to switch it for the cake.
"Um.. Yeah, sure." she replied carefully trading the cake for the clipboard. Then she stared at the name for a little bit. Biting her bottom lip as she tried to figure out how to say it. "Ian To?"
She looked a little confused as she said Ianto's name. Splitting it up as if thinking that it was both first and last name. "Is that right? I think that's right..."
Jack felt a shock run down his spine. Why in the world would Ianto be ordering a cake under the name of Torchwood? he thought to himself. Everyone had been through the talk after Gwen had found them because of Owen always ordering pizza under the name. He shook his head.
"His name is Ianto, but you've got to have the wrong name on there. Can you wait a few moments while I give him a call and see what's going on?" he asked, giving the two a winning smile that had gotten him out of more trouble than it had landed him in. At least for the most part.
...and on Earth. But these girls didn't need to know about his whole sorted past. Or his trips with the Doctor. Or as a Time Agent. He gave himself a mental shake as he focused on the two women before him and pulled out his cell phone. He wasn't going to take something without knowing that it really was ordered by a member of his team. He tended to be wary of strangers.
"Yan, I need to ask you a question about and order that sitting on our front door step waiting for me to take it. These nice young ladies seem to have a cake for Torchwood. You know anything about this? They said it was ordered under the name of Ianto..." he looked over at them. "Did you have a last name on that order?"
Oracle looked sideways at Raya as Jack pulled out his cell phone and dialed Ianto, Jack seemed wary of them which made her slightly a bit more nervous then she’d cared to be…even if Raya and her where playing a prank. Shoving her nervousness to the back of her mind before it managed to make an appearance on her face Oracle returned her attention to the situation at hand.
"Did you have a last name on that order?"[/b] Oracle leaned over a little while holding the cake to read off the name “Umm Jones, Ianto Jones.” she had an idea though she didn’t know how well it’d work but it was worth a try, she winked at Raya and shrugged before sighing “But, if you think there’s been a mistake we can always take it back, no refunds though I’m afraid. Seems a shame though it smells like red velvet.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Ever since Ianto had left, Gwen had been at her station in the hub, sort of hiding out in a sense, working her butt off. She heard Jack go up to the door and paused to listen to what was happening, and when she heard Jack talking, seemingly to someone at the door, she gave up trying to keep hiding out to listen from there, and she left her station to go and look. She saw two girls at the door, talking about cake and holding a box in their hands and Jack on the phone to Ianto, according to what she heard. She walked up to join them. "Who're your friends, Jack?" Gwen asked, her eyebrows slightly raised as she looked at them both. They weren't, as far as she knew, expecting a delivery, but when they had mentioned it being under Ianto's name, Gwen had made a mental note to talk to him later. Jack seemed to have beat her to it though.
The brunet blinked at his phone in mild surprise as Jack beeped in while he was calling him. Switching lines with practiced ease Ianto gave the store clerk one last beseeching look before he turned to leave. “Jack-” The name is barely past the man's lips when he is cut off by the Captian's question. “Cake?” Ianto frowned slightly. He hadn't ordered anything, and the last few things that have been ordered the tea boy had retrieved himself. “No, I haven't ordered anything. Are they in a hurry? Unless there is something else anyone needs while I am out I can head back now.”
"His name is Ianto, but you've got to have the wrong name on there. Can you wait a few moments while I give him a call and see what's going on?" he asked, giving the two a winning smile that had gotten him out of more trouble than it had landed him in. At least for the most part.
"So like with a y? Yawn-toe." Raya asked, as she pronounced the name. Not sure if she got it right but, oh well.
It was a bit nerve racking, delivering a special cake to the Captain Jack Harkness. The reason she knew about Torchwood.. Well she had a couple run-in's with them. However, she morphed as an alley cat of sorts, so the chances they'd recognize her now. Little to none. Maybe...
he looked over at them. "Did you have a last name on that order?"
Raya had been lost in her thoughts, so when he asked that question. She hadn't been expecting it, and drew a blank. Luckily, Oracle had her back on this.
Oracle leaned over a little while holding the cake to read off the name “Umm Jones, Ianto Jones.” she had an idea though she didn’t know how well it’d work but it was worth a try, she winked at Raya and shrugged before sighing “But, if you think there’s been a mistake we can always take it back, no refunds though I’m afraid. Seems a shame though it smells like red velvet.”
"Such a shame to waste such a yummy cake.." Raya commented, mainly to herself. Blushing as she realized she said that aloud. "Sorry.. I meant to keep that in my head."
"Who're your friends, Jack?" Gwen asked, her eyebrows slightly raised as she looked at them both.
Raya looked at the lady who just showed herself, and for a brief second she was thinking this might be harder than they had planned. Or it might be easier, she just had to find out.
Jack watched the girls before him for a few moments before replying. "I don't think anyone has anything that's terribly pressing. If you could head back and let me know if this looks like something you might have done that would be helpful," Jack replied as he hung up the phone. He turned back to the girls with a smile, confident that Gwen would help keep them from trying to sneak past.
"So, ladies, is that a refrigerated cake?" he asked, trying to make conversation as he watched them, not feeling confident about their intentions. He had a funny feeling and tried to follow that feeling whenever it cropped up.
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