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Day Four
Who: Captain Jack Harkness and Austin Powers
When: Day 4, Afternoon
What: Jack decides some relaxation is required.
Where: The resort sauna
Rating: Well, it's already PG for naked Jack. *shrugs* He's in a sauna, what do you expect?
Status: Complete


Jack walked out of the change rooms attached to the gym facilities with nothing more than a thick luxurious white towel around his waist. While he didn't particularly like being stuck here with odd and somewhat random strangers, he had to admit that they were being looked after. The level of luxury was something his hedonistic heart could only revel in and while he fully intended to try and find a way off the planet and back to his team, that didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy himself at the same time. Hence his current plan.

He'd always enjoyed the bathhouses that had abounded when he'd first arrived back on Earth after the horror on the Gamestation. Victorian England might have been straight-laced and stuffy but they did know how to relax. Spending time at one of the bathhouses in either London or Cardiff had been a good way of relaxing and getting rid of the tension that working for Torchwood in those days had always engendered. A good steam followed by a good massage and then hopefully a little something else had been a guaranteed stress reliever.

He'd always made time over the years to indulge though he rarely advertised it to those he worked with. Not out of anything sinister, he just liked having this time to himself.

He walked into the sauna and closed the door behind him. The heat and humidity were damn near perfect and he closed his eyes for a moment to just enjoy it. he then wandered over to the far bench and pulled the towel off. He draped it on the bench then lay down on his back, stretching out like a cat and even purring a little to himself as he settled himself comfortably. He just hoped that if anyone came in, they understood sauna ettiquette and didn't do the two things he always hated - leave the damn door open for too long and complain about his nudity. There were time he thought the 21st Century was worse than the Victorian era for the prudity of people.