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[othercaptjack]

Captain Jack has been around a week or so. (No really, he has. Timeflow is difficult and his sleeping patterns are existentially challenged.) He's more relaxed than he was when he first appeared, but underlying that, new tension is building. He knows the door will open if he tries it, but he's not sure exactly where to. Immortal or not, floating forever in empty void is not something that appeals to him.

So, basically, he's sitting at a table, procrastinating.

Now with coffee!

(Ianto made it just for him.)

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[not_lugosi]

OOC: omg, I couldn't resist, but I'll be in and out, so slowtime is likely. But hee hee hee

Bela comes down the stairs, looks for the front door - and still doesn't see anything door-shaped where it should be. She hisses a curse under her breath, but her grimace of disgust lifts when she does see (from a distance) a familiar head with a familiar cup of coffee on the table before him.

She hurries over and flings her arms around Cal's Jack's neck, kissing the top of his head.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you."

[othercaptjack]

[OOC: ahahahahaYES.]

Jack looks up with a cheerfully appreciative smile. Who is he to be surprised if attractive women fling themselves at him?

"I certainly don't," he says. "But I'm not at all upset if this is the result. Have we met?"

[not_lugosi]

She steps back, perplexed, taking in the words (Is Cal joking around? It's not very funny.) about the same time as she takes in Jack's clothes and hairstyle, which are both quite different from Cal's. Other than that, though - whoa.

"Oh. My. God. You're Jack. The guy who looks like Cal Chandler."

[othercaptjack]

Jack nods in confirmation, smiling a little ruefully.

"And now I know he he's felt having people call him 'the guy who looks like Jack Harkness.'"

[not_lugosi]

"Yes, I imagine you do," she says with just a hint of smug satisfaction. She knows it hasn't been a picnic for Cal.

"Um. No offense meant, of course. I've been waiting for Cal for a while now, and I've had a miserable last few days, and I really wanted you to be him- God, sorry, I'll stop babbling."

It's not often that Bela is caught this off guard.

"I'm Bela." She offers her right hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."

[othercaptjack]

Jack takes it and shakes in a gentlemanly manner. (He got good at that his second time through the early twentieth century.)

"A pleasure, Bela," he says. "No, I haven't seen him apart from once, and that was a few weeks ago. I imagine he's settling in."

Or, you know, he's having door troubles, which Jack knows all about.

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Hold this for a moment, will you," says the tall, slightly distracted looking man in a dark suit as he drops a small, round, metal object into Jack's hand.

He walks about ten feet away and adds, "Tell me if you feel a bit of a shock."

It probably won't be painful, even if Nikola can get it to work.

[othercaptjack]

Jack's eyebrows go up, and he eyes the thing curiously, before reaching to adjust a setting on his wrist strap.

Hey, the guy handed it over, no harm in looking.

"Nothing so far," he says. "What's it for?"

[ps_you_look_hot]

"Nothing so far," Nikola answers with a grin and backs up a few more paces.

He holds up a matching device. "The wireless transfer of energy has been something of a pet project of mine for...well, never mind how long. A very long time," he says. "Of course, it's technically cheating for me to do this myself, but...we do what we can."

The device in his hand sparks a bit, and he frowns.

[othercaptjack]

Jack examines his end again.

"Personal ability or tech?" he asks idly. Both aren't exactly out of the realms of possibility.

[ps_you_look_hot]

"That I'm working on?" Nikola asks, opening up the device. "Tech. I don't really have the need for it myself. If I needed to send energy across a distance, a sufficiently strong burst would usually do it."

[othercaptjack]

"It's as good a hobby as any," Jack shrugs.

[oohshinyalien.livejournal.com]

Tosh spies him as she appears in the bar with a flash - damn the Rift - and she hurries over to him.

"Jack! Did the Rift bring you here too?"

[othercaptjack]

"Toshiko!"

Jack gets up, meets her halfway, then picks her up and twirls her in a burst of affection and a flare of coat.

"We've got to get the full collection in here. And not, not exactly. I'm an old patron just come back, it's complicated. How are things?"

[oohshinyalien.livejournal.com]

"I just saw you 30 minutes ago back at the Hub!" she says, slightly confused. She's still not quite gotten the hang of the alternate time-streams going on at Milliways yet. "Thing's are about the same as they where then - apart from now I'm at a bar at the end of the universe."

[othercaptjack]

Oh dear. Jack's face very briefly shuts down.

"...Right. Can you tell me what's the last memorable thing that happened? I think our times are off."

[oohshinyalien.livejournal.com]

...

"Last week. At the Brecon Beacons..."

It's all she needs to say really. Only one memorable thing happened there and it's one that they'd all really much rather forget.

[whatsshakinpox]

Some aliens know that there's something wrong with Jack, and others are without a clue. Cryptosporidium-176, for instance... Furon clone, conquering soldier of the Furon empire, 'son' of Aarkvoodle, and currently a mercenary. He's drinking a cup of what he's referred to as Alcymade Flak-Tak. Uhh, don't ask. It's got sort of a nutty squash flavor. Short vicious Roswell-looking alien, taking a sip and...

"What ho, monkey-boy?"

He sounds alot like Jack Nicholson.

[othercaptjack]

"Not anymore; I quit, egg-skull."

...

Occasionally Jack fails to think before speaking.

[whatsshakinpox]

The alien seems to think on that for a second, then...

"They banned me from egg-skull. Said I wasn't suppose to use a mallet."

Because Crypto failed to pick up on the double meaning of his own comment, he also misread Jack's reply for...whatever the hell he was thinking.

[mycursedface]

[ooc: I have two characters who need to meet Jack liek whoa, but I'll do the Gorgon first up. If you don't mind slowtime. Do you mind slowtime?]

The first thing of note is that Medusa is noticeable. Yes, she is only 5'3, but that's just in height. In wingspan, there is roughly twelve feet, and even folded up, her wings have gold feathers that are kept immaculate. They also chiming gently as she walks, and to add to that she wears bangles around her slender wrists and ankles. Medusa can't sneak up on anyone, not like this. There are green-black snakes tumbled through her blue-black braids, and she is beautiful. Little and dark and lovely, to use Sam's description.

Medusa has also paused near Jack's table, her head cocked to the side like a hawk. Jack does not smelltaste like Cal, but according to her heat sensors, he is the same height and build and that, even in Milliways, is unusual. Unhooking her sunglasses from her jeans' pocket, she puts them on and turns to look at the man.

Looks like Cal, too.

"Excuse me," she says politely, "are you Jack?" Her voice is as human as the rest of her - clear and sweet like a desert flute.

[othercaptjack]

[OOC: Ahahahaha. Slowtime liek wo, but since this needs to happen, HIII.]

Jack watches the woman with curiosity and, predictably, a definite level of appreciation. But he leaves it at that for now, since certain of Medusa's features are distinctive, and he has been prepared for this by Sam.

"I am," he says, and smiles upwards. It's a good smile, honed by years of practise and self-knowledge, but no less genuine for that. "I'm going to go out on a limb, and presume you're Medusa?"

[mycursedface]

"Out on a limb?" Her sudden smile is shy and amused and lights up her face; the snakes just hiss softly with laughter. The snakes are slightly a give away, she's found. Medusa notices his smile before years of habit (even with the sunglasses) make her duck her face down.

"Medusa Gorgos, yes." A beat, then, "No flinching at the snakes. I'm impressed. Do Lu-um, Sam tell you, or is your world odd?" The words could - and do, faintly - sound wry, but there is also (mostly) a genunine curiousity. Living in a cave does tend to make one crave for outside things.

[othercaptjack]

"Well, one doesn't want to assume, but you're distinctive," Jack tells her.

"Both, actually. I've been around the universe, and there's not much left to surprise me. Are they laughing at me?"

He eyes the snakes with friendly interest.

[mycursedface]

"...we are, yes. But only a little."

Not 'me', not 'them', but 'us'.

Medusa has a tendency to give telepaths headaches. Then she looks wistful. "Around the universe sounds interesting."