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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-13 21:14:00

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!complete, day 04, jack harkness, laurie juspeczyk, location: forest, locke lamora, open

WHO: Jack Harkness, Laurie Juspecyk, Locke Lamora, and OTA
WHERE: The Woods
WHAT: The arrival of the three new ~~victims~~ residents.
WHEN: Day Four, Morning
RATING: TBA (Jack IS there after all)
STATUS: Active

Jack awoke -- well, wait, that was the first problem. Jack didn't sleep... ever. He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. So that meant he wasn't asleep but had been knocked out. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jack tried to run through the past twelve hours. He'd been down in the vaults, observing Janet after she started that strange whistling once more. Watching her and then... nothing.

Finally, Jack raised his head and froze when he saw sky above him. There was no sewer chic but, instead, trees. All right, what the hell? Not rising to his feet, legs splayed out in front of himself like a child's toy, Jack sat on the forest floor taking stock of the situation. No longer in the Hub, check; one hell of a headache, check; no clue where he was, check and double check.

Instinctively Jack reached for the flap covering his wrist strap and his thumb brushed against the fabric of his shirt. Swallowing hard, Jack's eyes flicked down and he swore the moment he saw that his wrist strap was nowhere to be found. He quickly scrambled to his feet, hand going for his holster and again coming up empty.

All right, this wasn't funny anymore.

No Vortex Manipulator and no Webley -- apparently he'd have to do this on his own. Fantastic.

"Apparently I've become Rift flotsam and jetsam," Jack grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat. At least he had that. Frowning, Jack pulled a small box from within his pocket and stared at it. Flicking open the latch, he was even more surprised to find basic rations. God he hadn't seen these in years.

"All right. I'll bite," Jack said to no one in particular. "Where am I?"

As if he'd get a response.

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richercleverer
2009-04-25 01:26 pm UTC (link)

With each word spoken, Locke felt increasingly lost. Costumed hero he could at least wring a bit of information from, if just because he knew the two words separately - put together, he had to wonder if she was some manner of theater agent but that really didn't seem to fit with how she was acting or what she was saying. Antarctica and Cardiff, as place names, were just entirely nonsensical - there were no such places anywhere in Therin and he had studied maps enough to know the landscape fairly well. The mention of somehow using mechanical means to travel from one destination to another simply boggled his mind and threw him entirely off-center.

Fortunately enough, the madame's costume seemed to effectively distract the Captain which allowed Locke enough time to think. The two seemed to understand the Therin which he was currently speaking without any trouble but he was rather curious to see what would happen if he changed his language to Vadran - if confusion resulted, then he could guess that they were native to the same general area as he and, if they understood, then that painted a better picture of what he was dealing with.

"And I'm Leocanto Kosta." Though he had no reason to think that either of them would know Locke Lamora from a beggar on the street, he had become so used to the idea of pulling on personae that it seemed a natural act to give any name but his most common. Besides, if this really was a case of past antagonists making good on their threats, it was best to go in with the protection of a false identity. "Perhaps I'm missing something, but I don't necessarily see any link among us that would answer why we were all gathered to this place - maybe it would be best if we explore our surroundings to see if there are any clues to be found?"

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