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tw3_ianto_jonesSome ghosts, the less picky ones probably, might be content to attempt the possession of the first sentient being to cross their path, but he isn't one of them. Outside the ship, released from his prison, the possibilities are endless, creatures of all shapes and sizes, scales and fur, more configurations of limbs than any one disembodied spirit can fathom. So he waits, floating quietly, invisibly, until he finds one that has a look he really likes. He's patient; the dead, after all, don't have much need to rush.
It's the suit, he thinks, that catches his eye. No one else he's seen is dressed this way, so clean, perfectly put together. He's never possessed anyone before, and he doesn't know if he'll have to share space in someone else's brain, so he thinks finding one that looks organized, one that seems unflappable, will make that easier.
The possession itself isn't as difficult as he imagined it might be; the man approaches and he simply moves into the space his corporeal body occupies. It's almost like slipping into a bath: everything's suddenly warm and alive. He's intensely aware of his breath, the way it feels to inhale, cool in his throat, the expansion of his ribs, the shifting of his diaphragm. He feels his pulse in different points all over his body, his wrists, his temples, his throat, the center of his chest, can taste the inside of his mouth (coffee, and something like a buttery pastry, sour fruit of some kind).
And then there's an echo, like a thought in the back of his head, in an accent he's never heard before. Who are you?
"I'm you," he says aloud, the same voice ringing into the air. "I'm you now."
[ooc: Ianto has been possessed by one of the spirits from the ghost ship. This particular spirit has pushed Ianto's consciousness into the back of his mind and is essentially driving Ianto's body around. People who know Ianto will likely notice he's acting unusually, and he won't remember them (unless he can get Ianto to give him information). This post is open to anyone and is open indefinitely. Backdated to July 11.]
It's the suit, he thinks, that catches his eye. No one else he's seen is dressed this way, so clean, perfectly put together. He's never possessed anyone before, and he doesn't know if he'll have to share space in someone else's brain, so he thinks finding one that looks organized, one that seems unflappable, will make that easier.
The possession itself isn't as difficult as he imagined it might be; the man approaches and he simply moves into the space his corporeal body occupies. It's almost like slipping into a bath: everything's suddenly warm and alive. He's intensely aware of his breath, the way it feels to inhale, cool in his throat, the expansion of his ribs, the shifting of his diaphragm. He feels his pulse in different points all over his body, his wrists, his temples, his throat, the center of his chest, can taste the inside of his mouth (coffee, and something like a buttery pastry, sour fruit of some kind).
And then there's an echo, like a thought in the back of his head, in an accent he's never heard before. Who are you?
"I'm you," he says aloud, the same voice ringing into the air. "I'm you now."
[ooc: Ianto has been possessed by one of the spirits from the ghost ship. This particular spirit has pushed Ianto's consciousness into the back of his mind and is essentially driving Ianto's body around. People who know Ianto will likely notice he's acting unusually, and he won't remember them (unless he can get Ianto to give him information). This post is open to anyone and is open indefinitely. Backdated to July 11.]
