brb

[sariagray]

SO. This is a bit of insanity that I dabbled with because, uh, well. You see, it all started with a post by analineblue entitled "brb, skiing" that made me laugh. And then somehow it turned into a whole host of "brb" actions between my brother and me. Like, "brb, cricket match" and "brb, world domination" and whatnot. Until it got to the point that we just kept saying everything we were doing, only prefaced with "brb." This may be a sign that we should stop drinking the water. But then analineblue and I got to talking, as we do, and I just started spamming her with chat!fic. So I decided to spam you all, too. Enjoy?

Also - this is no known chat thingy. It's made up in my head to do what I want it to. Because Mainframe is leaps and bounds more sophisticated than MSN. Or something.

brb

Jack: See?
Suzie: (automated message) brb
Ianto: Well, it’s hardly accurate now.
Ianto: I’ll be sure to clear it out when I delete her out of the system.
Jack: Thanks. Don’t forget to set up Gwen’s access, too.


Owen: Jack?
Jack: (automated message) brb, time travel.
Owen: Do you think he’s serious?
Tosh: No, I hacked in. He last updated this weeks ago.
Gwen: So then where is he?
Ianto: Well, if he is time traveling…
Tosh: He could’ve gone back and updated his away message! Ianto, you’re brilliant!
***
Jack: Ianto, don’t trust Saxon.
Ianto: (automated message) brb, Himalayas
Jack: kiuyfrxsdjhgfkjh


Tosh: Ianto, have you seen Jack? I need him to approve the forms for this month's requisitions.
Ianto: Well, he just sent me a text.
Tosh: And?
Ianto: It said 'brb, apocalypse.'
Tosh: ....
Tosh: Ah.
Tosh: Okay then.
Ianto: Right.
Tosh: Who taught him brb?
Ianto: Gwen, probably.
Ianto: Would you like me to forge his signature again?
Tosh: Yes. Please.


Gwen: IANTO!
Ianto: Yes, Gwen? Can I help you?
Gwen: Can you put your special tea in my princess mug!
Gwen: Please!
Jack: o.O
Jack: I want your special tea in my princess mug, too.
Gwen: Jack!
Ianto: I put my coffee in your regular mug.
Jack: ....
Jack: Oh.
Ianto: Yep.
Jack: That wasn't...?
Ianto: Nope.
Gwen: Tea? Please?
Ianto: Coming up, Gwen.
Jack: Damn.
Ianto: brb, tea.
Gwen: Is this like the "brb, weevil hunting" message I got the other night?
Gwen: Because there was nothing "brb" about that at all.
Jack: There was nothing "weevil hunting" about it, either.
Gwen: *headdesk*


Rhys: I’m thinking lasagna tonight.
Gwen: brb, Torchwood.
Rhys: Or…not.


Jack: Look, I said I was sorry.
Ianto: Yes. I noticed.
Jack: Forgive me?
Ianto: Nope.
Jack: Why not?
Ianto: Because “brb, dying” is NOT. FUNNY.



***Possibly more to come. Feel free to add your own. DO IT. :-D
 

Comments

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

I was writing them as I emailed you! lol Esp. the "brb, Torchwood" one. But yes. More is on our table. In Jack's office. Along with action figure!Ianto ;)

ETA: I hope you don't mind that I put it on our table. Mine broke under the sheer weight of crap that I had piled on top. ;) And by our table, I don't mean that you have to write it lol This is making less and less sense as I go on. More coffee.

[analineblue.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I enjoy very much that you have put it on our table. We have a good table, it seems, filled with lots of...fun stuff...and probably coffee~ :D ....And tea. *nods*

.............brb, tea? :D