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Tweak says, "Flippity-jibbitt"

notethestripes (ex_notethest397) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-03 23:39:00

Entry tags:

active, day eleven, jack harkness, rose tyler

WHO: Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler
WHAT: More "girl" talk. Because things aren't going as they should be, dammit.
WHEN: Mid-day.
WHERE: Rose's room
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Active

When it came to Jack Harkness, there was no such thing as 'personal' space. At least, not when your name included Rose, Ianto or Doctor. As one was decidedly missing from their group, that meant two people were being subjected to one hundred percent of pure Jack. His eyes flicked towards the Labyrinth. He was getting ready to run it and knew he had support from the two, but somehow it didn't seem right to run the Labyrinth without the Doctor.

Soon, though. Soon they'd have to. Jack was reaching the stage of restless. Yes, it was fun to lollygag at the amusement park, but he still needed to do something. Be somewhere. Do something.

And so, Jack found himself at Rose's door. Yes, he should have gone to Ianto, but Jack was running out of ideas. Even before the dating hadn't been so much dating as doing work together after hours. Jack wasn't used to having to chase after somoeone. Usually, they came to him.

With a loud knock to announce his presence, Jack opened the door without waiting for her to give him entrance. "Rooose!" Jack sang out. "Guess whooooo!"

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ex_notethest397
2009-06-03 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Jack should have assumed that Rose would be in a sour disposition. As fun as the amusement park had been (and the amount of sugar he'd bribed her with over the course of the day), he knew she would be in such a mood. Hell, he really couldn't blame her. Jack could only imagine how she must feel--

No, wait, he could imagine. Easily. Even if the object of his affections was currently in the middle of being increasingly annoying. Damn him.

Entering the room further, Jack settled himself on the corner of her bed with a grin and just looked at Rose. "COme on. You can't stay close-lipped all day, you know. Be thankful it's only singing. We could be quoting theatre lyrics all day long. Or bad pop songs which, for the record, yes I know music that is post 1950, I just choose not to listen to it."

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plusone
2009-06-03 11:17 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, Rose simply stared at him. Mostly because it was so weird hearing a normal conversation come out of his mouth in a rich tenor. Her first reaction was to blurt, "I didn't know you could sing". But then she remembered that it would come out of her in song, and she was not ready to deal with that. Not one bit.

So she leaned over the bed, blond hair dangling towards the floor, and dug around in the space underneath. Found it! She pulled out the spiral notebook and grabbed a pen from the dresser before sitting up completely, blood rushing out of her head and back into the rest of her body. She scribbled on the first page, 'I didn't know you could sing, let alone knew pop songs. How about some Backstreet Boys?'

Smiling up at him innocently, she capped her pen and grinned.

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ex_notethest397
2009-06-03 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Jack had hoped that would get some sort of a verbal reaction out of Rose. He could sing, and quite well thank you very much. He was the Song and Dance man Gwen had called him once upon a time. Not always did he get to use those dulcet tones for good, but he was going to take advantage of it now.

Sighing when she dug out a notebook, Jack took it from her when she handed it over to him. Now, it would have been incredibly cruel of him to take the notebook and sing his response. Horribly, horribly cruel. And he would never do anything like that... oh, who was he kidding?

Shifting to his left, Jack slid the notebook under his arse and sat on it. If she wanted the notebook back, she'd have to go after him to get it. Toying with the pen between his fingertips, Jack arched a brow in her direction. "I do know them. May have slept with a couple of them, too," Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully, cleared his throat and sang out: 'God must've spent, a little more time on you.' See? know the Backstreet Boys."

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plusone
2009-06-04 12:01 am UTC (link)

Rose glared at him. Narrowed her eyes, pouted her lower lip, crossed her arms in front of her, and glared. Arse. Well, literally, in this case. Well fine. She'd play Charades. Let him figure it out.

But as a girl raised in the nineties, she couldn't just let him get away with that! That was murder. "That's not Backstreet Boys, that's NSYNC! May as well sing Take That instead!" And then she froze. Bugger. That wasn't what she'd meant to do. There was her voice, clear and bright an annoyingy soprano, ringing out through her room as she scolded him. Glaring further, she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, then buried her face. "I hate you," she mumbled, though it came out as more of a purring hum.

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ex_notethest397
2009-06-04 12:06 am UTC (link)

A glare was a good reaction to get. He needed to get something out of her to make sure that she was okay and better to have a pissy Rose than a depressed Rose. Jack watched her for a moment, wondering if she'd correct his blunder. Yes, Jack knew who the Backstreet Boys were -- may have hated the music (though appreciated their harmonies), he still knew what they sang.

Just to spite her, Jack began humming 'Take Five' under his breath, scootching towards her but keeping the notebook tucked firmly under his arse. She wasn't going to get it that easily. "What do you know, she has quite the little voice. I'd call you a songbird if I didn't think I would get hit in a very painful place." Jack slid closer, dropping an arm around her shoulder. "You don't hate me."

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