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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-18 22:21:00

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!dropped, day 16, jack harkness, location: in town, location: thrift store, the doctor (ten)

WHO: Jack Harkness and The [Tenth] Doctor
WHAT: Jack's alarm clock has a date with a sledge hammer.
WHERE: Thrift Shop
WHEN: Day 16; 10:01 am.
RATING: Harkness & Smith. Not to be confused with Smith & Wesson
STATUS: Active

Unplugging the damn thing hadn't worked. Throwing it against a wall hadn't stopped the "EXTERMINATE" from ringing out in their room. The head-in-a-jar while slightly disturbing was able to be ignored. All they had to do was toss it in a corner and throw a shirt over it. Out of sight, out of mind.

They, however, weren't so lucky with the alarm clock. Which was why Jack had left the museum in favour of heading to the thrift store in search of something he could use to smash it to bitty-pieces. Ignoring the heat and just how heavy the coat was given the sweltering temperature, Jack headed toward the thrift store, swinging the alarm clock by the cord.

It looked like he was swinging an oddly shaped lasso over his head, humming as he walked. Jack managed to get the alarm clock to smack into various hard surfaces, from walls to trees, as he walked but nothing was shutting the thing up.

Jack needed a sledge hammer.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 02:54 am UTC (link)

The Doctor had been careful in his pursuit of avoiding one Rose Tyler. So careful that he'd taken the long way all the way around the gas station through the woods on his way to the Thrift shop. The Doctor was back to being a man on a mission: a mission to build a modulator to break down the damned wall. He'd make it work. It had to. He'd walked along, the sign of his TARDIS up under his arm as he skirted around a rather obnoxious looking van. "That's odd," he remarked and kept on going. Maybe he'd try and get some parts from it later.

Coming up out of the woods he heard a voice that made his blood run cold. "Exterminate!" It said and for a moment the Doctor froze.

ROSE. He thought, forcing chuck-clad feet to push against the dried earth on a path toward the eerily familiar voice. "Where are you?!" He called, chasing the sound until he'd managed to spy Jack, swinging something over his head. Was it coming from Jack?

"Jack?!" He called. "JACK?!" He called again. Why wasn't Jack responding to the sound of Daleks in the glass dome?

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capt_harkness
2009-07-19 03:01 am UTC (link)

Really, with the number of things he'd smacked the alarm clock into, you'd think it would have shut up by now. Or, at the very least, started to sound off in it's words. But, now, sure enough the "EXTERMINATE" was just as clear as ever. It was scary to wake up to, now it was just damned annoying.

Turning, Jack heard the Doctor's voice ring out and he flashed the other man a grin, still swinging the damned clock above his head. He let go of the cord, clock flying upwards like an oddly shaped shotput ball and fell back to earth with a dull thud -- still hissing away.

"Morning!" Jack called out cheerfully.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 03:07 am UTC (link)

When Jack let the box he was swinging go the Doctor noticed as the sound of the Dalek went soaring with it into the ground with a less than delicate thump. It was still going.

"What is that?!" He asked, feeling his hearts slow and his blood pressure return to relatively normal. Just hearing that call of "Exterminate" was enough to make his head swim and his nerves fray.

"Seriously, what is it?" He wasn't walking near the box, instead he had stopped in his tracks looking between the Captain and the corded device. "Is that an alarm clock?"

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capt_harkness
2009-07-19 03:16 am UTC (link)

This so wasn't fair. Jack was half tempted to put his heel through the alarm clock if he didn't think it would do more harm to his shoe than the damned device.

"No clue," Jack replied, glaring at the thing on the ground. "Alarm clock of some ilk. All I know is I woke up to that thing going during the morning. I got this, Ianto got my head in a jar -- though I'm struggling to figure out which is the worse item." He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

"All I know is no matter what I've done, it won't shut up." Jack sighed. "Every day this place just gets better and better." His brow furrowed slightly, catching sight of the thing under his arm. "Stealing sign posts are we?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 03:20 am UTC (link)

The Doctor walked closer, taking up the blaring device in his hand. He winced, a totally involuntary reaction before tossing it right to Jack. "Totally inappropriate," the Doctor evaluated, shaking his head. Nobody in their right mind ought to have to wake up to that. Nor should Jack.

"Head in a jar? Your head in a jar?" How the Doctor maintained his poker face only the Time Lord knew. However, all he could think of was the Face of Boe. Head in a jar. Excuse the subtle coughing, Jack. "Good to see you still have head and body together..." He grinned cheekily. Head in Jar, hee!

"Stealing? I'd say this one belongs to me," he turned the sign so Jack could see. "Can't seem to bring myself to leave it somewhere."

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capt_harkness
2009-07-19 03:27 am UTC (link)

"Completely," Jack said. All right, maybe the thing was still giving him a case of the heebie-jeebies. Thank you very little, Doctor. But Jack was completely in his right mind. And his left mind come to think of it.

"Yes, my head in a jar," Jack replied, rolling his eyes. "Do I have to repeat everything for you today, Doctor?" he asked. "Really, it's not funny. You try waking up and find yourself staring back at you. Add in a wink from the disembodied head? It hasn't been a good morning."

Jack raised his eyebrows about as high as they would go, forgetting the alarm clock for a moment and reached out as if to touch the sign. "That's all there was?" He asked softly, staring at the sign. "Nothing else?" Oh please, oh please...

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 03:33 am UTC (link)

The Doctor nodded, at least they were in agreement. How couldn't they be? Jack had been exterminated and the Doctor had seen his entire species nearly wiped off the map by them; a certain amount of animosity was only natural.

The Doctor coughed again. Jack's head in a jar? Was this a little bit of a joke just for him? He didn't think anyone else here knew about Jack's future as the oldest living thing in the universe. Not that the Time Lord was about to tell him about it... Though, it was funny to be reminded of. Mind the foreshadowing there, Captain.

The Doctor held the sign out to Jack, offering it plainly. Jack knew what the TARDIS was, what it represented, so it didn't bother the Doctor to let him see the sign just then. "That's all," the Doctor replied terminally. "I doubt they could think to give any other manufactured pieces." The sign, as far as he was concerned, was a fake. It had to be.

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capt_harkness
2009-07-19 03:42 am UTC (link)

Jack did have one more on the Doctor -- he had been there when they attempted to pull the Earth into a different galaxy. But Jack too had spoilers that he couldn't share with the Doctor and so wisely kept his mouth shut. They really didn't need to go into how much they both hated Daleks right? Right.

Narrowing his eyes, Jack crossed his arms in front of his chest. "All right, so what's this little laughter and coughing of yours?" Jack asked, looking at him carefully. "One cough I'll let pass. Two means you're hiding something." And Jack hated being left out of any inside joke. "So what are you hiding oh Doctor my Doctor?"

He took the offered sign, running his fingers lovingly over the sign. Exactly as he remembered and at least someone had gotten a piece of home comfort this morning. Jack flipped open his wirst strap, going by sheer muscle memory before he realised pressing any buttons would only result in being blinded by a blue light. "Scavenger hunt, maybe?" Jack suggested. "Give you bits and pieces to regrow your own?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 08:49 pm UTC (link)

"Just thinking of how much of a nutter this place must have made you if you think a disembodied head can wink and nod." Smirk.

"Unfortunately we'd need more than just coral to power it, It's not enough to just have the pieces, you need the power source." That's right, Captain, the TARDIS is powered by a Atron and Huon energies - nothing like that will be found inside this jar, certainly. The Doctor watched as Jack flipped open his wrist strap to a dissatisfying blue light.

The Doctor shoved his hands deep into his pockets, either oblivious to the heat or ignoring it as he was still dressed in his suit, overcoat and chucks. The Doctor looked for a moment over his shoulder. He had this fear that Rose Tyler might come walking up behind him at any time. Just what he needed. "Thrift shop, then?"

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capt_harkness
2009-07-21 02:58 am UTC (link)

That smirk didn't make Jack feel any better. He looked at the Doctor, half expecting the other man to come out with exactly what he was thinking. But, then again, when would the Doctor ever do something like that. "I thought we agreed this place was already barmy. Who's to say a disembodied head couldn't wink and nod?"

Grumbling, Jack snapped the plastic wrist strap closed and pulled a face. God he hated this place -- so much. And Jack could, for once, admit he didn't know something. He never professed to know how the space sports car worked, particularly when he still preferred his space hopper thank you very much.

They made quite the pair, both in sweltering heat and wearing heavy coats -- but they were men who needed their coats dammit. "Thrift shop," Jack said, giving the alarm clock a kick. He held out the cord, lifting an eyebrow at the Doctor. "Unless you'd like to get a few hits in. Wonderful stress relief."

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-27 10:23 am UTC (link)

"Well, it's not like your head has the proper equipment for swimming or the musculature to propel it into a disembodied bobbing. The winking, I suppose, might be possible; but, that's assuming the head was a live and had enough synaptic energy to trigger the autonomic response of blinking, or winking.." That's right Doctor, pause for a breath.

He watched as Jack grumbled and snapped his wrist strap shut with a snap before directing them to the thrift shop. "Fantastic," he smiled waving off the cord. "Ah, I'm looking forward to dispatching that clock rather efficiently." He was. He really, really was. Shrugging he hiked up his sign and started walking.

"I'm thinking the other Doctor and I are going to start work on another modulator soon. Well, unless he comes up with something more clever." Was that a bit of harshness there toward his former incarnation? It was mostly due to this odd sense of jealousy he had toward the short haired, big eared, northern sounding man. Jealousy over one Rose Tyler.

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capt_harkness
2009-08-10 02:12 am UTC (link)

Jack rolled his eyes at that though he had no way of knowing that his disembodied head would be capable of moving like that in a couple million years. At that? It was most likely better that Jack didn't know. Really much, much better. He might go into convulsions knowing what he was to become. "Or who knows what they ended up doing to that head," Jack said, shaking his own. "Haven't we learned here by now that certain things don't follow the usual rules?"

That made two of them. And just to show how nice Jack was, he'd even give the Doctor the first shot. "I'll find the hammer. The bigger the better." For good measure, Jack smacked the clock into the doorframe as he marched into the thrift store.

"Well, you know you have my help," Jack said tossing the thing unceremoniously to the floor to a muttered Exterminate. Didn't that thing ever shut up? Jack began moving through the aisles, looking for anything that would make a decent tool for smashing. "Is there anything in particular you need? I might be able to raid the museum for things to serve as coverings at the very least. Haven't explored much of it, so there's possibilities we could find some wiring if we demolish a couple of rooms." Jack's voice muffled as he bent down, then came up with a nice large sledge hammer.

"This suit for a bit of demolition? Or would it be better to take our time?"

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