Sunday Crackfic Torchwood Cosplay Incident

[rm]

marchek and I went to Millenium Park cosplaying Jack and Ianto.


Ianto wonders where the hell Jack is.




Late. As usual. Hey, a guy's got to make an entrance.

There we met up with ladyofthelog and her boyfriend

who happened to be in town and had not yet discovered the awesome of Torchwood.

"It has a pterodactyl," we noted. "that kills this guy's cyber girlfriend after she gets covered in BBQ sauce because she's a threat to humanity."

Seriously, how can anyone resist?

Anyway.

We saw:


bunnies


and flowers


and weird alien looking plants that I decided would remind Jack of home


and normal people doing normal things while unaware of the alien threat in their midst.

Then, ladyofthelog and her bf suggested we go to the little manmade stream we had not previously known about. So off we went.


After some coaxing, our Ianto put [oh, god, gender pronouns freak me out!]his/her feet in the water.

Now, it's important to note something about this photo. Look between the two steps. What is it that you see? Why it's empty space! Do you know what can happen when there's empty space, boys and girls? Stuff can fall through it!

Like shoes.

Or rather a shoe.

One single, solitary shoe.

Which promptly floated all the way to the back of the little thing, such that it took us ages to even figure out where it was.


Ianto's sad little loafer was surprisingly buoyant, but, unfortunately, we could not reach it.

In a fit of poorly thoughouth out masculine problem sovling I suggest we go find a big stick, and delegate the task to ladyofthelog's boyfriend who returned a short time later to inform us that there were no sticks to be had, despite the fact that we were in a park full of trees.

"Well, go to the information booth. I bet this happens all the time."

"We can go to security to get a net. They don't have a stick," he informs us upon his return.

I look at our Ianto. "Time to start paddling."

And there we are, our bodies half wedged between these two steps, cursing a blue streak trying to get teh shoe to come to us. And it is, slowly. Children in the vicinity are now all actively involved in the project, much to the horror of their parents.

Eventually I think the shoe is close enough and reach for under the theory I have longer arms. I totally miss, wrench my shoulder and start the shoe spinning.

So there's more paddling. Frantic paddling. And the shoe is finally acquired.


Ianto is pretty embarrassed.


Ianto dumps excess water out of shoe.


Ianto waits for shoe to dry out.

On the way back to the hotel, we discover that Chicago was not done with us yet.

There's some free outdoor dance thing with a swing band playing.

We look at each other a few times, and in true Jack fasion, I apparently can't quite bring myself to dance with Ianto because it's all so ridiculous.

Which doesn't stop a spin with ladyofthelog from happening instead.



Which is when marchek notices the song in quesiton is Come Fly With Me.

We get back to the hotel, and I go up to my room to change for swimming. redstapler comes in as I notice I can hear the band across the street in the park.

And they're playing Glenn Miller.

Comments

[rm.livejournal.com]

I was, at that point laughing too hard to stand up, to be frank. Tht said, marchek and I live in the same city and see each other often, so it's not like fandom won't get those photos, probably pretty soon considering the sorts of dnce events we both go to).

[demotu.livejournal.com]

Exxxxxcellent. I need it to accompany... To Learn This Holding And The Holding Back.

By the way, where are the titles from? Because they're all so wonderful. (The Most Beautiful Girl In The World is fairly obvious.)

[rm.livejournal.com]

All the other titles are from the poetry of Lucie Brock-Broido, which is an odd obsession of mine, tht Kli, for whatever reason, remembered and suggested we cull from for titles. I think everything we've taken is from The Master Letters, but I'm not 100% certain of that. It is my favorite of her books though.