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

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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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[info]ex_notethest397
2009-03-10 11:12 pm UTC (link)
Grinning, Jack laid his hand over Rose's, turning, greatcoat swirling behind him. He wore the clothes, the clothes didn't wear him. Jack headed in the direction of his rooms, a bounce in his step that hadn't been there before. People around to chat up? Wonderful. Someone he knew? Fucking fantastic.

True, she did have a point that no one would probably care about the specifics he had to tell her. But old habits died hard, and when you spent the majority of your life working for a secret organisation, one didn't often talk about the 'specifics' in front of others. Hell, they never talked in front of others.

"May not surprise, but you know me," Jack said with a wink. "Old military habits die hard."

It felt wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. He may have still been reeling from the deaths of Owen and Tosh, but to regain one who had been l ost to him? It meant the world to Jack. Squeezing her hand ever so slightly, Jack made his way through the city and towards his room.

"All dapper and proper now," Jack said, inclining his head ever so slightly. "The leather tends to chafe after a while. Not that I don't mind it, but when you're running through the streets of Cardiff, running after Weevils and other aliens? With all the fighting, trousers tend to get torn and it gets bloody damned expensive after a while."

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[info]plusone
2009-03-11 09:19 am UTC (link)
Rose groaned at his 'old military habits' comment. Granted, she didn't know his past as well as she probably should have. He didn't talk much about the real him, only the con-man that had occurred afterwards. "Maybe so, hot shot, but I've met witches and warriors and some guy who looks like he spent too long on that program with the tattoos and all. This place is...like nothing I've ever seen." She grinned up at him, then, a mischievous look in her eyes. "And we both know I've seen quite a bit!"

Including him. Alive and well, and...proper. He'd always had a dose of dashing; she'd found him in the bleeding 1940s, after all. But now, looking every bit the captain he claimed to be? Well, it was definitely a sight she hadn't prepared herself for.

But he'd said something that had sparked her interest and she peeked up with a hopeful look. "Weevils? Aliens? What other sorts? And for that matter, what the hell's a Weevil? Like, the lesser of two?" She snickered at her own corny joke and leaned her head carelessly against his shoulder. This was almost too perfect. The earth would be opening up and swallowing her whole or she'd be confronted by Cybermen or something. Any second now, it had to. This almost felt good. And that couldn't happen, not here.

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