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Tweak says, "Flipped you on your back?"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-18 20:58:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 08, jay, jean tannen, jenny schecter, location: library, npc, open

Day Eight: clone!Jack and OTA
Who: clone!Jack and OTA
What: clone!Jack is awake and ready for fun
When: Morning
Where: The Library
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

The morning was bright and beautiful when a new Jack opened his eyes. Stretched out between two stacks of books he was in exactly the place they had said he would be when he woke up. It felt good to stretch and he did it long and a little noisily. He couldn't not groan in pleasure as all of his muscles streeeetched and the circulation increased everywhere in his body. He sat up then and stretched again as he looked around to see what else he could see. As far as he could tell he was in a special collections section of the library. Full of large volumes behind glass cases. It was also where the back door was located.

The not quite Jack got to his feet and patted his chest with both hands. He took in a deep breath of air and let it out with a big smile and a sigh. "Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day. I've got a wonderful feeling everything's going my way!" His sing-song voice was a perfect baritone and he liked to hear it himself. So he continued to sing as he walked out the back door of the library to see if he could find someone to talk to or visit. Maybe he would even find Ianto! Then he could have coffee and a shag. Even though there was no coffee.

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burythehatchets
2009-06-01 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Elecktriscity? Mikroowayve? What were those? Could no one find a method of starting a fire manually in order to heat things? Was there no alcohol? In his experience, alcohol needed no warming in order to create the same effect on a body as a hot drink. Still, despite his confusion, Jean tried hard not to show it. The man spoke of these things so effortlessly, and so obviously, that he had a feeling he would be giving something away he’d rather not if he let his ignorance show.

“No, no,” he hastened to reassure Jack, “it’s still a bit chilly for my poor old bones. I’d like to come in, if you’ll have me. Oh? I am always intrigued by a good secre—shite.” He cursed as he watched the girl flail about in the snow and snag herself on a branch, still angrily lashing out at anyone who attempted to help her up, including himself. Jean had no idea if her vinegar and harsh words were directed at him, but he was all too used to being called a ‘big oaf’, and though he had rather thick skin, the words still hurt when directed at him by a member of the fairer sex. He had no way of knowing that her anger was mostly aimed toward the not-Jack.

“Madam? Are you—”

And then Jay had shown up, another man he had no familiarity with, and Jean turned toward him, scratching his head in bewilderment. “I haven’t the foggiest idea, I’m afraid. The lady doesn’t seem to desire our help, however, and I’ve a feeling we should respect her wishes…a few moments in the cold and she’ll be wishing to head in where it’s warm soon enough, I’d expect. I do wish she’d let me do something about that scrape,” he said, sighing, “but ah, well. Never use force on a woman.” He gave Jay a sympathetic look, shared universally between males that crossed every language, nation and century, which clearly stated: women. I will never understand them. Best not to try. With that, he turned and shook hands belatedly with the almost-Jack. “Was the invitation still on offer?” He asked politely. “Would you like to join us?” He offered up to the other two.

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