|Captain Jack Harkness (therealcaptjack) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2009-02-09 19:53:00
|Entry tags:||ianto jones, jack harkness|
WHO: Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
WHAT: Jack is frustrated about these pits. And, you know, he and Ianto really haven't talked yet either.
WHEN: Monday Evening
WHERE: The Hub
So the talk with Talia had done absolutely nothing to relieve Jack's concern over the pits. His computer beeped, alerting him to yet another post on the boards and yet another person taking a dip. Were people of the twenty-first century (particularly this American sort) that desperate to take away their ailments that they'd face the unknown in order to be whole again?
Jack snorted softly. Suzie had to be having a field day with this. He knew Owen was frustrated with the project and Jack was becoming irritable. Jack and irritability were never two things that went well together. Ever.
Talia had said they were a naturally occuring phenomenon. But if they were naturally occuring, why couldn't Owen find the compounds? Why was there this side effect of insanity that came along with a short dip? The whys were piling up and there weren't any answers accompanying them either.
Irritable was about to become a gross understatement.
Jack reached for his mug and sipped nothing but air. His bad mood was rapidly turning fouler by the second. Not only was he further in the dark than he liked, but he was out of coffee.