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Welcome to the Hub
Who: Gabriel and Mohinder with appearances by Jack Harkness and JC.
When: July 20, after this thread of doom.
What: Mohinder and Gabriel accept Jack's invitation and join Torchwood.
Mohinder might as well have had his hands and nose pressed to the ass as the SUV descended on the platform from the plaza above. The Hub was darker and less clinical than he had imagined from the way Jack had spoken briefly about Torchwood Institute. The walls were either brick of off white ceramic subway tiles, shaped like a massive tube around a central core. Walkways and stairs connected levels above and below them and rooms seemed to jut off from the main area like the spokes of a wheel.
No wonder Jack called it a Hub.
Wide eyed and half confused, when the car stopped moving, Mohinder jumped out of it to examine the winch system and try to find the opening they had slowly dropped through, though that had disappeared. He gripped the yellow industrial lift control box, which looked like something out of a warehouse or a mine, and frowned at the buttons.
"I was expecting something more... Futuristic, I suppose," Mohinder muttered to himself and set out around the catwalk, trying to look both up and down at the same time.
When: July 20, after this thread of doom.
What: Mohinder and Gabriel accept Jack's invitation and join Torchwood.
Mohinder might as well have had his hands and nose pressed to the ass as the SUV descended on the platform from the plaza above. The Hub was darker and less clinical than he had imagined from the way Jack had spoken briefly about Torchwood Institute. The walls were either brick of off white ceramic subway tiles, shaped like a massive tube around a central core. Walkways and stairs connected levels above and below them and rooms seemed to jut off from the main area like the spokes of a wheel.
No wonder Jack called it a Hub.
Wide eyed and half confused, when the car stopped moving, Mohinder jumped out of it to examine the winch system and try to find the opening they had slowly dropped through, though that had disappeared. He gripped the yellow industrial lift control box, which looked like something out of a warehouse or a mine, and frowned at the buttons.
"I was expecting something more... Futuristic, I suppose," Mohinder muttered to himself and set out around the catwalk, trying to look both up and down at the same time.
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It didn't matter anyway. They had reached the children's section indeed, and with the books there were also a variety of toys, some odd and some mundane and boxes upon boxes of neatly labeled files with letter and number designation that Ianto had known by heart without needing a chest sheet.
JC ran his fingers over the books and Mohinder pulled a stuffed pink teddy bear down from the shelf. "Why are there toys?" he asked, turning the bear over to finger the pull string in the back.
"That particular item is a bit too risky to leave out in the open. It's a companion doll that is capable of complex conversation and emotional attachment. I don't recall what century it's from. The AI is pretty advanced."
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At least that was his guess as to why half this stuff was here, if not all of it. "It's cute," he said, with a tiny smirk. He didn't touch it, though. He didn't need any future memories clogging things up, at least not right now. He did wonder if Mohinder was going to pull the string. He wasn't sure what he'd do, if he was holding it.
If Mohinder left it alone, however, he was going back to looking at the books. Now that he thought about it, anything that was kept here would probably be pretty interesting, children's book or no.
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The little pink teddy blinked and yawned, moving it's little arms and mouth. "Oh, good morning! Is it morning?" it asked in a cute, docile voice.
Mohinder was delighted. "I believe it's the afternoon."
"Oh. Well good afternoon then, Mohinder!" Yeah. Creepy toy, knowing the names of the people that pull the string? Well, Mohinder was still amused. "What shall we do today?"
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"We're exploring today," he said to it in a cheerful voice. He was curious whether it reacted to all outside stimuli or just the person who pulled the string. And if the former, did it recognize their voices.
"That's great!" the bear said, sounding actually excited. "I like exploring. Who is your friend, Mohinder? He sounds nice."
Gabriel grinned. This toy had to be at least a century down the line. But what a great companion for lonely children.
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"This is Gabriel," Mohinder said pleasantly.
"Oh what a strange name!" the teddy proclaimed, amusing Mohinder even more. It seemed pretty common in the west but he was still pleased to have a small bit of America-shaming anyway.
He laughed at Gabriel's expense, not unkindly, and agreed. "And what should I call you?"
"I'm your special friend, Mohinder! You can call me by any name you'd like. Do you have one picked out?"
As a matter of fact, Mohinder did. Gabriel would have to forgive him for that, considering it was also the name of a virus that nearly killed him. "Shall I call you Shanti?"
"Yes! That's a great name! What should we explore first?"
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There wasn't any need to forgive the name- Gabriel knew who Shanti was, and what she meant to Mohinder. Actually, did they ever talk about that? No, they had so much going on with the virus and being captured that they both just sort of let it go. That was fine, honestly. Gabriel figured they could just avoid talking about Chandra for the rest of their days.
Regardless, he smiled as Mohinder named the teddy. It was a sweet thought. The newly-named Shanti asked what they were doing first, and Gabriel looked to Mohinder. "We're looking at books. We're trying to find books on time travel."
He'd probably be arguing to bring this bear with them, at least until that pull cord ran out. Maybe it was silly, but Gabriel figured that if it could form emotional attachments, they should let it have that. Of course, he was also interested to see just how advanced it was.
OKAY.
The Archive managed to still be dark in places, the spaces between light sources somewhat hard to determine until you saw a well of darkness ahead. Mohinder blinked at the bear as it started to pick up speed and he shrugged at Gabriel and picked up his own pace until he was outright running after the thing.
"Shanti! Slow down!"
The bear didn't listen. "This way, we're so close!"
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So instead he ran with Mohinder, thinking that they were going to have to have a talk with this bear afterwards about proper speeds in poorly lit places.
Fell off the face of the planet there. :(
It was beautiful, really, and though he did bend down to scoop up Shanti, his eyes were drawn to the silver lettering.
"If these are about Time Travel, I'm not sure we can read them," Mohinder said, gazing up at Gabriel with a grin. "Do you want a turn with our little Gingerbread Bear?"
You weren't gone long. :3 But welcome back!
At first glance, he thought it was unlabeled diagrams of watch parts and gears, put together in a particularly confusing (and yet structured) manner. Realizing that this was in fact the text, his eyes widened. Okay, so if it was read counterclockwise- a circle wouldn't be a letter, would it? Not with this complexity. It'd make more sense to make it a whole word...
"This is a clockwork language," he said, stating the obvious, but still somewhat amazed. "If I had enough time, I might be able to decipher it." His fingers traced over the lines clockwise- wait. His head tilted as he stared at the overlap of the shapes, and then they moved counterclockwise over each circle.
After a few long moments of contemplation, he realized with a start that Mohinder had asked him about the bear. "Oh, me?" he asked, with feigned surprise and a smile. He reached out to take the bear, then glanced up to Mohinder. "We can get in a lot of trouble here," he mused. Because now he also wanted to take these books back to wherever they were going to be staying. The comment was not a warning, though- if anything, it was an endorsement to how interesting it was.
He thought about what to do with the bear for a second, then pulled the string. Of course he did. He and Mohinder were of similar minds on this. The bear moved like he was stretching, then said, "Good afternoon, Gabriel! Is it still the afternoon?"
"It is," he said, smiling despite himself. "Good afternoon, Shanti. We're still here by the time travel books you showed us. They're very pretty. Do you know the language?" Yes, he is going to have a serious conversation with this teddy bear. What.
Thank you for being patient anyhow!!
"Oh these? Silly, these are Gallifreyan books! Of course they're on time travel. Time Lords write all about time travel! They just love it. They named themselves after it didn't they?"
Time Lords? Mohinder wasn't sure if that was a species of people, a race, or just some sort of high school band. One couldn't tell these things so easy, not when dealing with other life forms, other cultures. Mohinder didn't want to be too rude. "Shanti, we have never heard about Time Lords," Mohinder informed the bear, who first scoffed and then extended a wriggling pink arm towards a book that she (it?) wanted him to take.
"Time Lords control time and space. There use to be many. Now there's just one. See? Read this to me, Gabriel!"
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He picked up the book that Shanti indicated and she reached for the cover, opening it up. "I'm sorry, Shanti," he said, patting the bear on the head. "I can't read Gallifreyan yet. Can you read it to me?"
If there was only one Time Lord left, he wondered if anyone else could read it. Or maybe it ends up being a common language in the future, where more people can time travel. They really knew so little about this, it was making Gabriel more intent than ever on finding out as much as he could.
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"I'm not a Time Lord! I'm not a bear that studies other languages either. Do you know what those people are called, Gabriel?"
"A linguist," Mohinder said, answering. So it was an educational toy too? Shanti gripped the book in Gabriel's hand with both stuffed paws and threw it at Mohinder. It fell just short of him.
"Your name isn't Gabriel and I was asking Gabriel!" the toy insisted, making Mohinder blink.
"My apologies," he remarked, not sure if he should laugh or not. He did bend to pick the book up and hand it back to Gabriel.
Shanti at least seemed ready and willing to accept that apology. She even giggled as if to say it was no hard feelings. "Try to read this Gabriel! I know you can do it! You can understand anything!"
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"All right, I'll try it, Shanti. But I'm not a Time Lord, either. And I've never seen it before. So it might take me awhile to learn. But if I do learn it, I'll read some of this to you, okay?"
He patted the top of her head, scritching behind the plush ears, and she nodded. "Okay," she said. "But read me the whole thing!"
"We'll see," Gabriel said warmly. He was going to get to the books, but not immediately. He wanted to test something. "And I have something to ask you, Shanti, before I try to read. Can I ask you to do something for me?"
"Yes!" said the bear, who turned her face from the book to him. "I'll do it if I can. What is it?"
Gabriel smiled, glad to have her attention. "I want you to promise me that you won't hurt Mohinder in the future. You are my friend and so is he, and friends shouldn't fight or be mean to each other. We can all play together, can't we?" This sounded rather hypocritical coming from him, but that's why he was asking it, honestly.
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The tiny toy bear huffed and puffed far too cutely for words. "I have to protect you, Gabriel!" she pouted (or at least made a pouty sound since her face wasn't made to be expressive. "But I will do my best. No more throwing."
So promised the squishy pink toy. Evidently, she bonded with the person that pulled her tab. Her little disparaging remark of Gabriel's name might shed light on that when the two would think back on it later.
"Oh! Gabriel! Take all the books! But not that one. That one is about cheese I think. Boring!"
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Shanti singled out one book to not take, and he chuckled. "How do you know it's about cheese? You're right, though, cheese is boring." He raised his hand palm up, and all the books except for that one rose in the air. Having settled them there for the moment, he let his hand fall. "We'll see if we're allowed to cart them around. If not, I'll just have to read them here."
Shanti yawned over the end of that sentence- or at least, it sounded like she was yawning. "Tired?" Gabriel asked.
"Yes, I am," Shanti replied. "I need a nap. Gabriel, you'll wake me again, won't you?"
Gabriel leaned his head on the bear, the best way he could think of to give it a hug while already holding it. "I will," he promised. "Sleep well, Shanti."
He watched as the bear closed its eyes. "Doesn't last long, does she?" he asked, looking up to Mohinder.
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Mohinder plucked the supposed book about cheese off of the shelf because at least it clued them in that some part of the design on the spine had to do with cheese and it might help Gabriel learn to translate the rest.
He was about to say something else when JC popped up out of no where. In the darkness, he almost seemed to shine...or reflect the light from the nearest fixture. It was very odd.
Mohinder blinked but still smiled. "I see you've found the time travel section," JC said. "The Captain will be back in seven minutes or so. We probably ought to leave."
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He floated the books on top of each other, into a stack, and then floated them over to carry them properly. "Can anyone here read these? The bear said this was Gallifreyan. I was going to try and decipher them, but if someone knows the language, then I can-" Don't say 'pick their brains', his mind warned him at the last moment. "-pester them about it."
He started walking back the way they came with his stack of books, figuring JC would tell them if they weren't allowed to take them out. He wasn't planning on leaving the Hub with them, anyway.
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"I can not read them. You can ask the Captain. I do not believe we are in possession of a universal translator. Pity, those are quite useful." Mohinder reached up to grab some of the books from Gabriel's stack but his back thought better of it and he winced in apology. It wasn't as if his boyfriend wasn't capable. "But even if I could, the concepts might be a little too much for me anyway and that would make translation difficult. Right and then a left, there you are."
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It didn't take them long to get back to the entrance of the Archive, and they walked back to the Hub proper. "I saw a number of desks around here- is there one that no one's using?" he asked JC. "I'd like to look through these until Jack gets back."
It was less difficult to treat JC normally than he'd expected. But that was probably just due to compartmentalization. He'd let himself think about all that later. For now, he was happy to leave it. They had enough to think about right now. Like- should he have mentioned more to Jack about Peter's predicament? He hoped that was going okay.
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As he knew already, Jack had returned to the Hub, looking a little worse for wear. He'd gotten into it with Peter, who had lost his temper, pulled a little Sylar trick on him, and then blinked out of Cardiff. Jack hadn't seen that coming but something like that always happened to Peter.
He was a sponge, as Mohinder had once called him, and therefore unstable when he absorbed too much. There was little he could do for his nephew. He spoke briefly with JC before he went to see how the other two were fairing.
He was surprised that they had already cracked to the Gallifreyan.
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He pointed most of this out to Mohinder, speaking most of his thoughts on the matter immediately. He was so engrossed in it that he didn't hear Jack's approach, and continued to babble on with his boyfriend in a manner he never would with anyone else. "So I'm looking for a number system, because it will help us move on from there and I'd bet that numbers are going to be heavily used in most of these books. It might be the notches here, these parts that jut outside the circles? ...that has to be part of it, at least. Eugh, I'm not sure. I need to find more examples."
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"How do you like the place?" No, Gabriel, carry on with your reading. Gallifreyan was a dead language, or nearly dead with only one Time Lord left sailing around the universe being utterly selfish in his old age. If anyone could figure out the texts, Gabriel could. "It's not much, I know. It works, though. What have you seen so I don't duplicate it on the tour?"
Jack pulled up a chair and drew up across from the pair.
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The texts are forgotten for the moment.
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It was difficult to know, really, but he'd not steered them wrong yet, right?
Mohinder did look concerned. "Gabriel's successfully overcome it. Peter likely needs his brother--"
But Jack interrupted him. "He does. But Gabriel has only just become his brother. He needs the one he's known his whole life. Nathan makes very difficult decisions sometimes and I keep hoping that one day, they won't be so selfish."
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