Who: Jack Harkness and Open! When: Around 9pm What: Technology Malfcunction? Where: The sidewalk outside of a bar Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete
He know's he's landed in odder situations, odder places...but this still unsettles him.
Los Angeles? Not even the right year. He rubs his eyes firmly. "Damn technology." He stares at his wrist strap again with a look verging on distrust, before raising the gaze to his surroundings. Something in the air felt inherently wrong to the ex-Time Agent, something felt askew. There were two things he could do. Try to figure out the technology problem, or go looking for new problems of his own. He checks that his pistol is still in its holster.
"Looks like its time to figure out what the hell is going on in this place. Maybe find some fun along the way." He looked at the bar he's appeared in front of and smiled. "This seems as good a place as any." He walked inside.