The Universe's Mixer

One big glorious fancy room, filled with flowers and sparkling chandeliers. A big buffet table filled with so much food it looked as if the table would crack, spilling everything everywhere. The long bar ran the entirety of one wall, and looked as if it had pretty much everything anybody could possibly ever want set up against a mirror.

It was clear that the City expected a fairly big turn out.

All the tables had note cards on them, and each note card sat in front of a chair. Each had writing scrawled on it, but only one word "Jack". No designation of which Jack should sit where.

( OOC )

Fred had babbled the whole way to Der Waffle House; well, it wasn't so much babble but extremely disjointed yet highly informative perhaps one-sided information. How could she not want to spill her guts to one of the coolest people ever? Of course, she was still getting used to this new face; he was just so young, but she'd forgive him for it.

"Okay. Now it says waffles, but it's got pretty good pancakes. Though you have to sorta fight them about it because they say they didn' make pancakes until I found them on the menu once. And well, I gotta feelin' if they're from another place, cause you know they've got places as much as people, but if it's from another place, then maybe the City added the pancakes on there for me. I mean, really, pancakes and waffles? Who could pass up that?" Fred paused long enough to get a breath, that or she was chasing a thought that had suddenly come up. "I've been talkin' too much, haven't I?"

The brain blushed a little as she recognized her..."problem."

"I'm a babbler. I would go to babbler's anon, but what would we do to fix the problem? Sit there and not talk, or maybe we'd just write it, but then our hands would hurt. Maybe that would be how we got over it or somethin'." Fred shrugged at the Doctor before opening the door. "They've got eggs and hash, but I don' like hash that much. Not really my thing. Think it's the corned beef."

Now all they had to do was find a seat and get to the ordering/eating portion of their outing. Fred was excited to be eating with someone who could have a conversation with her and was new. She adored Wes, but she couldn't hog his time and all that.

(Yes, I know it's late, but hey, random and late is better than never is good, right?)

Jo surveyed her truck, which was currently sitting in the middle of a junk yard, with a whole bunch of other strange objects sticking randomly out of piles that looked like they had no order whatsoever. She eyed it critically. It would need a new windshield, as well as a few new doors. Either way, it was clear that she would need a new truck of some kind unless she had money to save it. She doubted that, unless she could hustle it out of some people, and that would take time. So stealing a new car would have to do for now, as much as she hated to admit it to herself. Hands on her jean clad hips, Jo just shook her head, blond hair flying nearly everywhere as she did so.

"What am I gonna do with you?" she asked her truck, not expecting a response. It was a rhetorical question after all. "Better yet, how did you get here?" Last time she had seen it was when the Hospital staff had showed it to her, and it didn't look it could be moved. All the tires were gone, hubcaps gone. Doors like they were smashed in, which meant that Jo had exited the truck headfirst probably by flying out the dashboard. At least it explained the hole, but it didn't explain the reason why her head was still intact. Maybe it was the City and it's amazing medical skills. She nearly snorted, but stopped herself. The City it seemed had its own agenda, and she was perhaps better off not knowing.

Turning to the rest of the scrap metal, alien to Jo and probably all other humans, she arched an eyebrow. "Now where the hell did I hide my gun?"

The more Jack walked around The City, the more he was equally intrigued and alarmed.  It did appear to be a living, moving and evolving place, so unlike anyplace Jack had ever encountered and that was saying a lot.  Several thoughts were running through his head like was anyone else from Torchwood here and if so, how had they come to be here; where was he going to stay as the night seemed to be approaching; and as such it was tea time.  Or more importantly, a good reason to stop and have a snack.

He looked around and came up on a non descript place on the corner.  Well it was on the corner at the time, and he went it and sat at the bar.  It was over half full, boisterous but not too loud.

"Jack and coke," he said with his trademark smile.

Research and investigation were what he did so he did what one did in a bar with a nice drink; he observed the others around him.  One way or the other, he would gain more and more information about this place, this City, and then he would find a way out and back to reality as he knew it.

"Bollocks."

It generally didn't lend to a good day when that was the first train of thought. But in this case, it was accurate. Jack looked around and then around again. Where the bloody hell was he now? Definitely not Cardiff or London that was certain. Something strange had happened in the Hub and at first he thought it was a temporal rift or something but now he just didn't know.

The comm wasn't working. No static, just no one there. What kind of bloody joke was this?

He was frustrated, but not scared. Not much scared Jack anymore. He stared at the buildings and his surroundings. He'd come out of what should be the surface entrance to the Hub but it was gone and so was any sign of it as well. The city seemed to be alive, almost... moving in a matter of speaking.

Curious, he thought to himself. And then he sighed. There were so many other things he'd rather be doing but a mystery was a mystery and this one prevailed above all others.

So he started walking. He would find others, figure what they knew and more importantly, how to get out of there.