Who: Jack Skellington and Jack Harkness What: A meeting of immortal Jacks Where: Jack Skellington's apartment When: After their comm chat Rating: TBA
Jack’s apartment was a bit. . . Odd. It was a mixture of a mad scientist’s lab, a library, and a butcher shop. The living room was sectioned off into several spaces. One being for his notes that lined the walls and chalkboard that he’d gotten that listed equations and theories on one side and the other times of healing for wounds and so far what couldn’t keep him dead. There was also a list of things to do that might kill him, but that was for a later date. Right then he had to clean up and get ready to show facts to the other Jack that was coming over.
Quickly organizing what was already organized, Jack made sure he had all his information to show. Notes and test results and even footage of chopping his pinky finger off then bandaging it back onto his hand, ten minutes later it’s reattached after he pulls off the bandages. So far hanging himself hadn’t killed him, stabbing himself in the belly didn’t kill him, slitting his throat hadn’t killed him, so what would? Among the books lining the walls was blood spatter that he’d tried to wash away that just didn’t happen when he did his experiments.
Now he wasn’t going to do anything to this Jack. He just wanted to ask some questions and find things out. How old was he? How many times had he ‘died’ before? If he was human or not. They would either help him or leave him still wondering. Hopefully this would clear things up and he’d be able to move on a bit. If not, then it was back to the drawing board. Dressed in his usual three piece suit, sans jacket with his black shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a button undone with his red tie tucked into his black vest with his matching slacks, while worn work books adorned his feet seeming out of place at first before slowly blending into the attire.
Running a hand through the mop of inky black hair that refused to be tame, always in disarray that came off looking purposeful as well, he heared a knock on the door, he looked at it to see if it was locked or not before heading over. “Come in!” He called as he grunted pulling the giant chalkboard over to a wider area so he could flip it easier.