boeshane_boy: (Oh the Doctor and I)
Captain Jack Harkness ([personal profile] boeshane_boy) wrote2010-02-17 11:19 pm

Ω 01

This could be worse.

It's bound to be better than the last bar I was at, anyway - speaking of, stay away from the Gliese system, kids. They aren't very friendly there. I've had better service in the Silver Devastation; and the hypervodka was watered down. Huge disappointment.

So I guess this is a fresh fresh start. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. I'll be a warden here for a while. Now, who wants to start the introductions? I've got all the time in the world.

4/4 - Voice

[identity profile] metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The mic clicks on remotely; there's the tail-end of a loud crash, like a chair and its occupant falling onto the floor.]

...ow
Edited 2010-02-18 08:58 (UTC)

Video - why no, Jack, he's not happy to see you at all!

[identity profile] metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The visual feed follows a moment later, following a suspiciously familiar sonic whirring sound. He pops up from the floor, hair and tee shirt mussed, all smiles and enthusiasm]

JACK!

Video

[identity profile] metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor, Meta-Crisis. Doctor's a Doctor.

[Yes, it is that important to him to be classed as such.]

Already seducing your new bargemates, I see. Have any time in your busy schedule of romping about to see an old acquaintance?

I've tea, dubious Valentine's sweets and a hug.

Video - Spammeh?

[identity profile] metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You know me, like to keep things interesting and all.

Brilliant! Level five, room fifteen. See you in a bit!

[Does a halfish-not-really-a-salute to his old friend.]

Spam! :P I'm somehow not surprised by this.

[identity profile] metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack's quick. Should've remembered that. The Doctor had been in the midst of knotting his tie, which is forgotten immediately when he offers the other man a cheeky grin, eyes alight.]

Ohh, brace yourself, mate.

[One-armed back-pats are for sissies. He prefers bear hugs.]