RP: Did Ianto Do This? Characters: Jack Harkness, Open Time/Date: Evening, 13 June 2032 Location: His room then the 2nd floor Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Jack has a look around Status: Incomplete
Jack was a bit surprised when he woke up in a strange room and not in the nasty way that resulted from his frequent trip into the land of death. This was the normal... well, semi-normal waking that had the tinges of drugs about it. He didn't like it but set it aside for now. Once he knew who was in charge, he'd get angry at them.
Though looking around the room, he wondered if it might actually be some sort of conspiracy between Ianto and Gwen to actually get him to sleep. He hadn't had much since returning his little jaunt to help the Doctor take care of the daleks... again. Not that he needed much sleep but he'd been operating on much less than even he was used. And he wouldn't put it past Ianto to drug him if he thought it was for his own good. That young man was sneaky, one of his many delightful qualities that Jack adored.
The note, the key and the device on the nightstand caught his eye next and he swiftly read through the note then read it again a little slower. He didn't like the content. Not at all. Nt one bit. It strongly reminded him of working for the Time Agency or for Torchwood in the early days. He definitely didn't like the idea of being someone's experiment. The Master had well and truly instilled a dislike of that in him.
The warning about the white line didn't bother him. He and death had a... unique relationship after all. And if this was the place where his forced immortality was to come to an end, well, the only regret he'd have was that he hadn't told Ianto a few things. But the idea of meeting the others was probably a good one and he shoved the key, the note and the phone-like device into the pocket of his greatcoat and headed for the door.
He stepped out into the corridor and closed the door behind him. Typical hotel corridor. Nothing unusual really.