The Aurora Line 2
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galadriel1010Title: The Aurora Line
Chapter Title: On The Aurora 2
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo - Card the second
Prompt: Shopping
Rating: G
Dedication: For my mum, who will never read this but gave me inspiration by wittering on about series that ran before I was born
Summary:
The Aurora Star Liner is one of the most luxurious liners in the Human Empire, crossing the spacelanes between New Earth and New Venus on a constant loop. For a boy from the outer colonies, she's not just a new life - she's a whole new world.
Characters: Jack (ish), Ianto (ish). Others when they choose to appear.
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
The first part if you missed it because of the DDoS attacks.
His bunk was like all the pictures he'd seen - the single bed was accessed by a ladder built into the wardrobe door below it, and under the bed was a desk with the wardrobe on one side and a cupboard on the other. They had one vid screen, which showed their work rotas and a scrolling news feel if no one was watching something else, and a door in the starboard wall led into the bathroom that they shared with the room on the other side. Two showers, two toilet cubicles and two sinks between eight of them.
The other two men in his bunk room were old hands, having served on a couple of ships before coming to the Aurora and with plenty of turns on the Aurora behind them as well. Even Theta, the only girl in their room, had enough turns under her belt to take Ianto under her wing. She worked in the spa as a beautician, and regaled him with stories of her clients whilst he blushed and spluttered during their down-shifts.
They has shared a shift again, and Ianto had flopped into his chair to carry on reading as soon as they'd got in. Theta pulled her work tunic off and dumped it in her laundry drawer, closing it with her knee before she headed to the wardrobe and pulled out a bright purple sleeveless tunic and a broad blue belt. She tied the belt at the side and tugged the tunic straight. “Right, Ianto,” she said cheerfully. “You need to see more of the Aurora, so we're going shopping.”
He lowered his tab so he could see her. “Shopping?”
“Well, window shopping. You should see the prices.” She ran a brush through her long pink hair and then threw it at him. “But the dresses, oh my goodness.”
“Dresses aren't my thing...” He let her pull him out of his chair anyway and stumbled when she pushed him towards his wardrobe. “What should I wear?”
An hour later, he found himself promenading down the boulevard, trying not to look wide-eyed and provincial. The boulevard stretched the length of the ship and, with the stock and service areas behind the shops themselves, took up a whole floor. At either end of the ship was a vast department store – Rafferty's at the front end and Triskele at the other, each with their food court facing out into the vastness of space. They were connected by the wide street that was furnished with fountains and trees, seating and dining areas, where waiters and waitresses drifted through the crowds with trays of drinks and pastries. Each side of the street was lined with restaurants and shops, a riot of colour and sounds. From the handbag shops with a handful of displays, each on an individual plinth, to the food shops with their mountains of chocolates and fruits, Ianto didn't know where to look and found himself settling for everywhere.
Theta dragged him into one of the smaller shops, where the rails were closer together and more full of clothes. She prowled the aisles, drifting her fingers down sleeves and belts, searching for the right fabric, and pulled a dress out with a cry. It was bright pink satin that hung to her knees, with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, and the empire waistline was embroidered with silver and blue beading. ”Oh Ianto, it's perfect!”
He caught the hem and rubbed the material between his fingers. The two layers slipped against each other, and he frowned thoughtfully. "How perfect is it?"
She checked the label and grimaced. "Not that perfect." It hugged her when she pressed it against her chest again and she swooned. "Intelligent fabric!"
"You don't need intelligent fabric for a dress like that," he muttered. "You need chiffon - it won't be as eye-melting, and it'll swish rather than clinging to your legs."
Theta paused in returning the dress to the rail and stared at him. "How do you know that?"
He shrugged and turned away from her to straighten the dresses in the next rack. "My dad is a tailor. I wanted to be the same, but then therapies caught my attention and... here I am."
A good looking man in a crew uniform laughed at that, and Ianto ducked behind the rack. When he raised his head the man was gone, and Theta was trying not to let it show that she was craning to look for him. She flicked her hair over her shoulder when she caught him looking and stalked out of the shop, leaving him to trail behind her like a lost puppy. Next chapter
Chapter Title: On The Aurora 2
Challenge/Fest: LongLiveIanto Bingo - Card the second
Prompt: Shopping
Rating: G
Dedication: For my mum, who will never read this but gave me inspiration by wittering on about series that ran before I was born
Summary:
The Aurora Star Liner is one of the most luxurious liners in the Human Empire, crossing the spacelanes between New Earth and New Venus on a constant loop. For a boy from the outer colonies, she's not just a new life - she's a whole new world.
Characters: Jack (ish), Ianto (ish). Others when they choose to appear.
Contains:
Disclaimer: Torchwood and its environs, occurrences and persons belong to the BBC. The original characters have disowned me.
The first part if you missed it because of the DDoS attacks.
His bunk was like all the pictures he'd seen - the single bed was accessed by a ladder built into the wardrobe door below it, and under the bed was a desk with the wardrobe on one side and a cupboard on the other. They had one vid screen, which showed their work rotas and a scrolling news feel if no one was watching something else, and a door in the starboard wall led into the bathroom that they shared with the room on the other side. Two showers, two toilet cubicles and two sinks between eight of them.
The other two men in his bunk room were old hands, having served on a couple of ships before coming to the Aurora and with plenty of turns on the Aurora behind them as well. Even Theta, the only girl in their room, had enough turns under her belt to take Ianto under her wing. She worked in the spa as a beautician, and regaled him with stories of her clients whilst he blushed and spluttered during their down-shifts.
They has shared a shift again, and Ianto had flopped into his chair to carry on reading as soon as they'd got in. Theta pulled her work tunic off and dumped it in her laundry drawer, closing it with her knee before she headed to the wardrobe and pulled out a bright purple sleeveless tunic and a broad blue belt. She tied the belt at the side and tugged the tunic straight. “Right, Ianto,” she said cheerfully. “You need to see more of the Aurora, so we're going shopping.”
He lowered his tab so he could see her. “Shopping?”
“Well, window shopping. You should see the prices.” She ran a brush through her long pink hair and then threw it at him. “But the dresses, oh my goodness.”
“Dresses aren't my thing...” He let her pull him out of his chair anyway and stumbled when she pushed him towards his wardrobe. “What should I wear?”
An hour later, he found himself promenading down the boulevard, trying not to look wide-eyed and provincial. The boulevard stretched the length of the ship and, with the stock and service areas behind the shops themselves, took up a whole floor. At either end of the ship was a vast department store – Rafferty's at the front end and Triskele at the other, each with their food court facing out into the vastness of space. They were connected by the wide street that was furnished with fountains and trees, seating and dining areas, where waiters and waitresses drifted through the crowds with trays of drinks and pastries. Each side of the street was lined with restaurants and shops, a riot of colour and sounds. From the handbag shops with a handful of displays, each on an individual plinth, to the food shops with their mountains of chocolates and fruits, Ianto didn't know where to look and found himself settling for everywhere.
Theta dragged him into one of the smaller shops, where the rails were closer together and more full of clothes. She prowled the aisles, drifting her fingers down sleeves and belts, searching for the right fabric, and pulled a dress out with a cry. It was bright pink satin that hung to her knees, with cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, and the empire waistline was embroidered with silver and blue beading. ”Oh Ianto, it's perfect!”
He caught the hem and rubbed the material between his fingers. The two layers slipped against each other, and he frowned thoughtfully. "How perfect is it?"
She checked the label and grimaced. "Not that perfect." It hugged her when she pressed it against her chest again and she swooned. "Intelligent fabric!"
"You don't need intelligent fabric for a dress like that," he muttered. "You need chiffon - it won't be as eye-melting, and it'll swish rather than clinging to your legs."
Theta paused in returning the dress to the rail and stared at him. "How do you know that?"
He shrugged and turned away from her to straighten the dresses in the next rack. "My dad is a tailor. I wanted to be the same, but then therapies caught my attention and... here I am."
A good looking man in a crew uniform laughed at that, and Ianto ducked behind the rack. When he raised his head the man was gone, and Theta was trying not to let it show that she was craning to look for him. She flicked her hair over her shoulder when she caught him looking and stalked out of the shop, leaving him to trail behind her like a lost puppy. Next chapter
