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Tweak says, "There are other things."

Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-17 18:51:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 15, jack harkness, location: museum, rose tyler

Who: Jack Harkness and Rose Tyler
What: Reunited (and it feels so good!)
Where: Just Outside the Museum
When: Day 15, early evening, around 7ish
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: Active

When she'd first woken up in this horrible place, Rose had been able to acknowledge that it was strange. There was obviously something off about it and it didn't take a genius like her traveling companion to figure that out. Even her slower mind could follow. But now... Now, it wasn't just creepy. It was cruel. There was torture around every turn and fear in most everyone's eyes, even if they didn't show it on the surface. She'd gotten good at watching people lately, and she knew she was in serious trouble just by watching the others. They all were.

Despite warnings to not go off by herself, Rose...was, well, Rose. Going off by herself was what she did best. Right behind getting into trouble alone and getting out of trouble with help. Besides, she wasn't going far. It was getting dark, even if just barely, and she didn't trust herself to not get into real truoble. So she walked outside of the museum, the hostel style environment that the pretty Shannon had invited her to. She hadn't caught sight of Jack yet, but she knew he was around and that's all that mattered. And the Doctor...probably in there being social and meeting everything with a pulse. It was one of those things she loved about him.

Sliding down the wall in front of the building, Rose wrapped herself more tightly in her blue hooded jacket and pulled the hood over her head. She didn't do so in an effort to keep warm; this place was similar to England with its temperatures and though it was likely to get colder as it got later, she wasn't likely to freeze. But it was nice to be able to hide from so many strange faces. As kind as everyone had been, it was still the most surreal thing ever. Plus that feeling that someone was hiding something from her. It was an uneasy sensation, and she curled her arms around her knees as she held her breath and released it slowly, letting the events of the day wash over her.

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capt_harkness
2009-08-12 05:29 am UTC (link)

Actually, Jack wouldn't mind if Ianto came out at this point in time. Oh how easily he could angle for a threesome -- Jack knew full-well that Ianto would be up for it. Which was, in a word, fantastic to have a lover that flexible; in more ways than one.

He did, however, poke her in the side when she started laughing. Coupled soon after with him tickling the ever-living crap out of her. He was going to have fun with her, that's what Rose was for afterall. "I never said I had anything wonderful. I just said I had a fantastic shag. You're the one reading through the lines." Lies, Captain Harkness, all lies. "What exactly do you want to hear from me? That I'm head over heels and madly in love with the bloke? Puh-lease."

Jack shook his head. "I'm not a terrible co-worker. I'm a terrible boss. Ianto is one of my employees." He just grinned. "Desk, anywhere in the Hub, the showers in the lower levels. Just tended to stay away from the cells. Handcuffs are one thing, but could never get the stench of Weevil out and it really ruins the mood."

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-12 05:50 am UTC (link)

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" she demanded, swatting at his hands. "You behave, or I'm telling!" Who she'd tell remained to be seen. She had no idea just how...flexible Ianto was. But the Doctor? Not quite so flexible. Though hopefully he'd just be so happy to see Jack in this awful place that he'd let it go.

"I'm reading through the lines because I'm right!" she insisted, grinning. But how could he be his boss? That didn't make any sense at all. Free lance Time Agents didn't lead people. They led people on, mind you. On trips hurtling through space to London. But that was completely besides the point. The point was, what was a Hub and how did a Welshman get there with a 51st century Time Agent?

Again, she didn't ask questions, merely let her curiousity absorb. She'd attempt to piece it all together later. "You're a sleeze, you know that? Have you two ever even bothered to use a bed?"

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