Janis (she's really brave, even when she's crying) (efflux) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-07-01 19:40:00
log: Janis, Jack, and Dave (part 1) Who: Janis Jones, Jack Murdock, David Samson, and Some Mounties What: Hulk go to Canada! Dave is under suspicion by the Canadians of being the Wendigo! Janis calls the Samson home and finds out Dave's location. She recruits Jack to help her find Dave! They succeed, but they have to convince the mounties that Dave can go home with them. When: Sunday evening. On Monday, they arrived home-- just in time for Canada Day today! WOO! Where: Mildred, Saskatchewan! Warnings: It's kind of long? It's so long, IJ didn't let me post it on one part. Gosh. Uh. THIS IS PART ONE.
Janis hung up with Jen & Len (heh) and immediately ran off to Jack's room. There's a very good reason for that. He's Dave's friend, he's --well, he's here! Janis feels like he might be the only one to help her out.
Running up, skidding to a stop and banging on Jack's door, "Jack! Jack!"
Whoa! Knocking! Not necessary! ----Sort of necessary. But banging? No. That scares the snot out of Jack and he leaps up from his computer chair to get to her. Door opens, Jack sticks his head out. "What?!" A little more sharply than intended. He's startled, is all. Startled and not wanting to be bothered. But it seems awful important, doesn't it? More gently: "Janis. What."
Gosh he's tall. Janis grabs the front of his shirt-- oops-- then lets it go. "Sasquatchland!"
Right, because that clears it up. "Excuse me?"
"I know where Dave is! We gotta go get him!" Listen to her! She knows what's up!
"Oh----Oh, my God." Jack opens the door, takes a look around the room. He's in pajamas. Sort of. Boxers and a t-shirt. "Wh... okay. Okay, so we're going, right? We're getting out of here and we're going to go get him." He assumes that's what 'we gotta go get him' means. And fuck all if he doesn't need a vacation. "Where is he?" He grabs his jeans off the floor, tugs them over his boxers. "We can take my car----"
"Canada! NO time!" Janis walks into Jack's room and starts rifling through his closet. Ooh, she's taking this sweatshirt. "I'm going to borrow this. It's Canada.. there's snow there, right?"
"I ... don't know, I've never been to Canada. Is there snow in June in Canada? Wait----wait, Canada? Where in Canada?" Jack's just thinking that Dave went straight north to Quebec or something.
"Mildred? No idea, it's in the Saskatchewan." Ooh, these are neat boots. Way too big. "Are you ready? Look, meet me in Dave's room." She's gotta go find his wallet.
"Saskatchewan?" How the hell did Dave end up there? The fuck? Jack goes to his closet, ushers her away. This is his closet, thanks! Stop rifling through his stuff! "I can toss a bag together, this might take a while, uh... change of clothes? Hey. Look. I'll put a bunch of stuff together and you can wear it, too, if you have to, if you don't have your own stuff, I guess we've got to get out of here, like, yesterday. Which means we're late. So go to his room, I'll meet you there in five." He's already grabbing a duffel bag and throwing shirts into it.
Janis scampers out of the room. She gets to Dave's room-- aha, no door! This isn't breaking and entering. His briefcase is just sitting there, and she assumes that's his version of a purse, so his wallet should be in there. Surely this is how he would want it. She gets his credit card and uses his laptop to get some transportation to Canada. She checks the local news in Saskatchewan, hoping she doesn't see that the whole town is a wreck. Monster Sightings? Shit. Maybe she should let the Samsons deal with this. Then again? Doc Samson isn't really going to comfort his son. She may or may not be peeking around Dave's room when Jack's five minutes are up.
Jack's there right on time. He's honest and punctual-----actually, by his rules, he's actually late, because he's normally painfully early to everything because he has problems measuring time. Better early than late, and he's rushing to the room as if he's late. "Okay, so, I got ... a bunch of clothes, extra shoes, my wallet, my cell, a Swiss army knife, some snacks, what else do we----are you snooping while Dave's not here?"
"What! No!" Yes! Very much so! "Ready?"
Oh. Oh, yeah. Jack is soooooo ready to get the fuck out of here. "You have no idea."
LATER...
Janis mentioned the monster sightings... They followed the trail, asked around. And here they are, some little old lady pointed them to the Mountie Station. THE MOUNTIES. Janis is trying hard not to erupt in gigglefits. "Jack? Jack? Jack." Mounties! IN UNIFORM.
Mounties exist? Jack-----well, yeah, of course they exist, but the fact that they exist in the way that they're pictured in modern media is kind of hilarious to Jack. Like the Swiss guards at the Vatican. You don't think they really dress like that. But they do. And it's funny, but at the same time, the red uniform? Kind of hot-----well, hot on this one guy... no. NO. Bad Jack. He's half a second from elbowing Janis and asking her if she sees the cute one, too. That's bad and wrong! So instead, he elbows her and says:
"Maybe we should ask him."
Janis squeaks, "Let me ask him!" Dibs! She rushes over to the guy, "Sir, we're looking for our friend, we believe he's here?" This is a tiny little town. Janis feels like she's on vacation or something.
The young man turns form his horse to the two behind him. Mildred is a holdover from a bygone age, so patrols by horseback are still fesable if not a little rustic. And with a uniform that still has jodhpurs, rustic is a-okay. "Who's your friend, then?," he asks politely with a smile that Jack can either take as an invitation or Janis can take as an honest offer of help.
"Ah----" Jack shoulders his duffel more comfortably, because it's fucking heavy, and then sidles up behind Janis. Oh. Wow. Yeah, he's cute. And he's single now. He doesn't feel bad for looking. He's just looking, come on. He knows they have to focus. "David Samson, he's an American, kind of small, maybe a little twitchy?"
Janis takes offense to the small comment. "He's taller than me," she supplies. Taller by a few inches. Shh.
"Has he been taken into custody recently?," the mountie asks, patting his horse's flank as she's tethered and safe, and starts to head inside. "Did you lose him 'round these part?" Before his head goes under the threashold of the station, he takes off his hat.
"Well, we think so. We got a lead saying he was here... he kind of wound up here by accident, we..." Jack is kind of awkward now. "Mildred, right? How many people live here? Like, five? So you'd notice if a sixth person showed up." ---Is that rude? Oops. Jack's a city boy, and while he's polite, it's... well. He's so out of his element it's ridiculous. He's waiting for mountain people to come and eat him.
Janis is practically pushing past this guy to get inside, standing on her tip toes to see if Dave's sitting around at a desk or something. "Dave?" No time! NO time!
"Mildred has a proud population of 1,372 citizen," corrects the mountie as they head for a solid wood desk in a solid wood room. With a smart little nod to the man behind the desk, he heads to his commanding officer while an old woman exits the back room, a medicine bag over her shoulder and her hair long and black for her age. She smells of sage and earth and ... something else. Something imperceptable to most, but Jack's caught it before: like Wes or Ryan. The smell of magik.
A young man stands behind her to help her along who she waves off with an exasperated hand. "I don't know where you found him but that's not who you seek," she was explaining to another officer. "The beasts are still out there..."
"Sir, these two are looking for someone named 'David Samson'," their mountie offers to his superior who in turn looks at the two Americans.
"You are? When was the last time you saw him?"
Janis is still looking around frantically, "A few ... almost a week ago. Why? Do you know where he is or not?"
Jack's not listening. He's busy watching the woman with the peculiar smell. And watching where she came from. He points, casually as he can. "Who's in the back room?" Now he's listening for heartbeats. Eavesdropping on conversations.
"... great big bag of insense and some wiggly fingers tells you exactly what I said when I got here," comes a familiar voice from the back room with a familiar heartbeat and some residual radiation smell, "so now we're at false imprisonment..."
"Where exactly did you lose sight of him?," continues the mountie-in-charge, sidestepping questions as a few other mounties gather around the old woman and her assistant.
"I will help you find him, but we must work quick and in the light," she instructs.
"Where? I don't know where!" Janis throws her hands up. She appears upset, but Jack (who Knows All, apparently) can tell she's not as upset as she's playing at. "We're just some dumb kids from out of state, looking for that legendary Canadian booze! I need to find him, please! Just tell me where he is!" Crocodile tears, she's not in the mood to answer questions that will only get them asked more questions.
Jack is a bad liar, so he opts to stay silent, wrapping an arm around Janis and kissing the top of her head to comfort her. Look, what a supportive guy he is. He rocks her while she pretends to cry, mumbles something about her being okay. He leans down to her ear, kisses it----oh, yeah, he's fresh-----but then he whispers: "Dave's in that back room." Another kiss to cover it up. Don't sock him, Janis! He's doing his best to be a secret spy. Believe him, it hurts him more than it hurts you.
Their first helpful mountie holds up a hand, "Miss, uhm.. sir. Please, there's just been a lot of unusual things happening recently, so if you could bear with a few questions..."
Janis breaks away from Jack (she reaches forward and twists his nipple through his shirt, too, you bastard) "Oh man, wait, wait, where is your restroom?" She dashes off towards the back room, listening for Dave.
OW! Jack's shoulders hunch and his arms close in and his mouth drops open as he tries not to make any noise. You bitch! He tries to twist his pained expression into a smile at the helpful mountie. Gives his nipple a relatively discreet harsh rub with his palm like that will push the pain out----while he folds his arms. It's so smooth. Really. Sort of. Heh. "She's such a... you know. Women, eh?" He drops his voice a little, makes a little elbowing gesture. "Sweetheart, gotta love 'er." Yes, folks. This is Jack As A Straight Man.
The young Canadian Mountie has no idea why the American is smiling at him while rubbing his... nipple, but chooses to ignore it and chalk it up to living south of the border.
Otherwise, there can't be more than maybe four rooms in this podunk station and maybe one cell total; inside said cell is a scrawny man in prison grays and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders staring at the rather smiley guard. "Don't think I'm not up on Canadian incarceration proceedures, because I am, let me tell you," he was saying, which Jack could easily pick out as a lie. Well, overstatement.
"Don't worry there, now," said his smiley guard. "We'll get this cleared up in a jiff."
Janis runs up, hearing Dave's voice. "Dave! DAVE!" Look, she came to save you! In the fashion of all good prison films, she grabs the bars and presses her forehead against them. "Jack's here too!"
Dave heard her, but he didn't believe it. Next thing you know, she's running up to the bars and he barely has time to stare at her in wide-eyed wonder before running right up the bars himself and planting a kiss on that patch of forehead. "JANIS!," he can be heard exclaiming with relief. "Thank God you're here! And Jack?" His shoulders slump and he pushes some hair from his face. "How did- never mind. You can help me tell these very nice people that I must have gotten lost when we went camping last week? Because I don't remember a thing, I must have hit my head or something...." Leading the witness? SURE. But this could be considered the lawless White North and really, they put him in jail without reasonable cause so hey. Fair Game.
Jack's jogging in behind Janis, skidding to a stop behind her. "Dave! Oh, thank God, you're okay." Er. Sort of. He's in jail. "Why are you here? What's going on? Oh, my God, we were so worried about you, we didn't know how to find you or----we searched and searched and eventually we just had to start asking around and hoping you weren't dead... you hit your head?" ---Uh, hello! Super hearing! Which means he can follow the story without Dave telling him directly. And he sounds good and honest about it because it's really not totally lying. They were worried.
He turns on the smiley guard. "What's he doing in here? Are you crazy? He must have been through such an ordeal, oh my God... and you're keeping him in jail... please, let us just take him home, we just want to get home, his mother's worried sick."
"Jack!," Dave starts, hands on the bars and everything, when Jack starts monologuing. Boy, and he thought he was nervous. His hands go up to try and calm Jack down from inside the cell. "Hey, hey, easy guy. I'm okay, thanks to these guys. They found me and then, well... bit of a misunderstanding..."
"We thought he was the Wendigo," Officer Smiley offers.
"Yeah," David sighs, scratching the back of his head.
"We're never going camping again!" Janis declares. She had closed her eyes when Dave kissed her on the forehead, kind of like when a cat is secretly pleased you're petting it's head. You know, all the while plotting your doom. She spins around at Officer Smiley's excuse. "Wen-- wendi-- Oh my god. OK, thank you for finding him, but can we take him home now?" Before his big green-haired daddy gets here? Sympathy now, cooing, "Are you all right?" Hands reaching between the bars to touch his head, look to see if he's got a gaping wound anywhere.
Jack's still hung up on one particular subject. "The fuck is a Wendigo?"
"Hell if I know," Dave mutters, on all counts.
"Well there, if you can just help us out with how he got out in the woods like that, I'm sure we can let him head home with you, eh?," offers Smiley.