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notethestripes (ex_notethest397) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-09 23:37:00

Entry tags:

complete, day two, jack harkness, rose tyler

WHO: Jack Harkness & Rose Tyler
WHEN: Day Two, evening
WHAT: Two very old friends finally run into each other. Unexpectedly.
WHERE: Ren Faire. Why, no, Jack isn't checking out men in tights.
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Complete

Day one was mostly a blur as far as Jack Harkness was concerned. He'd gotten his key and his diary, met an interesting bloke or five and had quickly escaped to the room he was provided. Stuck in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely nothing familiar. No Hub, no Cardiff, no nothing.

While Jack may have been used to this whole bounding about through the galaxy thing he certainly didn't fancy being plucked from his bed and tossed to universes unknown. Rather rude if you asked him.

Still, after spending the whole of the first day in his room, prodding at his wrist strap and hoping that the King's warning about never leaving was nothing more than an empty threat (because, really, a 'space hopper' should have been enough to get him out of here), Jack knew he had to get out before he drove himself bonkers. The second day brought exploration, still meeting others and trying to make the best of the situation. By mid-evening, Jack found himself at the Ren Faire -- which wasn't a bad place to be as far as Jack was concerned.

Men in tights and women wearing corsets. It was a dream come true.

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plusone
2009-03-09 10:51 pm UTC (link)

The day had been...well, pleasant might've been giving it a bit too much credit. But it hadn't been completely dreadful, either. Tonks had been so kind and friendly that Rose had, reluctantly, taken to her right away. And, with that bit of hope brewing under the surface, Rose allowed herself to get immersed in the atmosphere around her. She had to eat, after all. When strangers noticed you were looking a bit peckish, it was time to try and stay on your feet. And, if she happened to take in the sights and the jousting as well, then so be it.

She chose to carry her food around, rather than settle in one place. Somehow, it felt strange to stay still too long there. As if she'd be caught doing something wrong and punished, despite only minding her own business. But in picking at the food on her plate, she tended to lose herself. And when she glanced up, she felt her stomach turn over.

It was him again. That bloke that looked far too much like Jack. Older, perhaps, around the eyes at least and possibly even better built than Jack had been. He definitely looked the sort that could dance with a girl on an invisible spaceship in the middle of London and sweep her off her feet. But Jack was dead, and damn this man for looking like him. The last thing she needed was reminders of the past; wasn't it enough that if the King was telling the truth, she'd never see her mum or her dad or Tony again? Wasn't it enough that, despite at least a dozen attempts to make it to the right universe at the right time, she kept missing the Doctor? Did she have to be haunted by Jack Harkness, too?

She caught herself staring a moment too long, then cleared her throat. "Sorry," she mumbled, in case she'd been caught. "Sorry, I'll just be moving on, then." Not necessarily to anyone in particular, but the words were spoken out loud just the same. She really did have to stop that.

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ex_notethest397
2009-03-09 11:09 pm UTC (link)

He may not have been happy with his surroundings and being taken so abruptly, but Jack was determined to have a good time. Particularly if there was to be no hope in rescue or escape. Left Jack with one of two alternatives: be stuck and be miserable, or be stuck and try to make a decent go of it. Jack was going to take the latter choice. Besides, with the rate of people arriving, it was fairly likely that he'd manage to find others like himself. He didn't hold out much hope to see certain people, but one never knew.

Jack knew he was desperate when he wouldn't mind seeing John again. Two days away from Cardiff and he was already thinking of the psycho in fond terms. Didn't matter if, in the end, he had helped them -- the man was still psychotic. That bit would never change.

And so, before he got any more maudlin, Jack focused on the Ren Faire, and the beautiful men wandering around. Not all of them were Jack's type (yes, he had a type), but he could browse. At some point, Jack had stopped at a vendor, picking out something to eat. Mutton -- not exactly his first choice for meat, but it would do. He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering why on earth he had worn the coat out in thisweather. Because, Jack knew, the greatcoat was too much a part of who he was and in a strange world? Jack needed all the reminders he could get. Throughout his walk he'd felt someone staring at him. Yet, every time he turned, he couldn't spot who it was.

Odd.

Jack kept trying to watch over his shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of who was watching him. Or, maybe, they were staring because of the idiot wearing a wool greatcoat in such warm weather. Still, this didn't feel like a mocking glance, rather, it was someone watching him. Jack turned quickly enough this time, spying the woman. Blonde hair. No. No.

Couldn't have been her. Rose Tyler? Here? Jack didn't have that kind of luck. Still, he spoke her name before he could stop himself.

"Rose...?"