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Ω 08

Strip twister. The twentieth. No danger of flying balls. Well - not the rubber kind. Anyone interested, stop by my room. Level three, room fifteen. I think everyone could use the lift after that mess in the dining hall.

Speaking of, any new information on that? I saw someone was looking into the radiation.

Saxon, you've been quiet. That keeps up, you'll give me an ulcer. I don't like ulcers. Tell me you're not wearing those awful clothes anymore.

Did anyone get hit by this that I really ought to know about?

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[He smiled a little, starting to shake his head - but he stopped. He wasn't that kind.] Martha, a Doctor or two, Denise, maybe 11-12, probably Captain Kirk. It should be fun.

Then I hope I'll have a chance to see it. Any way I could bribe someone to trounce Kirk? [a weak laugh, but he is smiling.]

[Which is good! It makes Jack's smile widen, and he squeezes Armand's arm lightly.] I don't think you'd have to do much bribing. Something tells me he won't be too opposed to losing this game.

You're sure the people playing won't mind losing their clothes? I know I would die of embarrassment in such a situation. [his smile grows a little]

[OOC: Sometimes I just hate my life.]

[Jack just shrugs.] Can't speak for anyone else, but I have fun that way.

(((It can occasionally be evil. :[)))

You, sir, are a rake, though. Not everyone is. [mild amused protest only]

[He chuckles.] Rakes tend to have the fun.

And get chased out bedroom windows by irate husbands. [shakes his head] Or wives.

...Well, true. I try not to ruin marriages that aren't already ruined, though.

That's reasonable of you. [head to one side] Men like you are a complete mystery to me.

[Smiling] Oh yeah? Rakes?

No, leaders. Do you think I cannot see that under your rakishness? [his voice and ability to put sentences together has gotten stronger with the practice]

It puzzles me, because you're not like Percy at all. And yet... [a small shrug]

[Jack's smile gets a little tight, and he ducks his head.] Trust me, I'm not much of a leader.

Who's Percy?

I think you may be. Inspirational at least.

[he looks down]

My brother-in-law.

[His jaw's tightening, and all he's thinking about is how he inspired Ianto to go out and die with him.]

What's he like?

He is wise and strong-hearted. He is much smarter than people give him credit for being.

Sounds like a good guy.

He is. I wish I could be like him.

What's wrong with being just like you?

I'm not heroic.

[That got a laugh.] Neither am I.

[drops his chin] You don't understand. I have to find my honor again to be worthy of my wife.

[yes, that's convoluted silly Armand-logic]

[Jack tilts his head, frowning vaguely.] How's that?

I did something awful, dishonorable, to protect her. I am not worthy of her love at the moment. [If he was seeming chipper before, he now leaned back as if tired. This was a topic he normally avoided, but Jack was strangely easy to talk to.]

[Part of his charm. Jack frowned lightly, letting his hand rest on Armand's forearm.] You protected her, though. Sounds like the best thing you could've done.

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