rubycity_ooc | June Test Drive~!

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June Test Drive~!

Thinking of apping a character but not sure they'll fit in the city walls?

Have no fear, a meme for you is here.

Directions:

Post with your character with their name and canon on top!

Choose a location and prompt or wait for someone else to tag.

If you'd like, leave contact info for people to get in contact for plotting and other such shenans.

Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to chat OOC while tagging.

Locations:

1. Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.

2. Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?

3. The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!

4. The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.

5. The Library: You came to do a little research, but it looks like all of the information's just out of your reach. Though, you can always find a way to pass the time here.

6. The Coffee Joint: A lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.

7. Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.

Scenarios

1. Just walked in: You intended to get here, and you made your way in; but now someone's caught your eye and you'd like to have a chat.

2. Been here all day: You've been sitting around minding the time. Maybe you didn't notice them at first or maybe you were just working up the courage to talk-- either way, they know you're here and you know it too.

3. Bad weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?

4. Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!

Have fun, guys!

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A normal person finding themselves in a new city might ask for directions, make a few inquiries of locals or find the nearest police station for help. Unfortunately, Captain Jack Harkness was not a normal person. Oh no. He stepped off the train, looked around and headed for the nearest place that he could hear loud noise and smell alcohol coming from.

A low itch settled at the base of his neck, the sensation of being watched. It wasn't a new thing for him. Hell, if he didn't get at least five looks a day, things were wrong with the universe. This was different, a sense of being the ant in the farm. Best he could do was hope that there wasn't any tapping on the glass.

"Not everyone who gets to take a ride on the outside of the TARDIS," he said more to himself than anyone else as he headed for the saloon. "That deserves a drink."

If one smells good enough (meaning has amazing 51st century pheromones) and has charm (Jack Harkness, enough said) they could very easily find themselves the recipient of quite a few free drinks. Jack himself would have added to that list the ability to tell a good story. With a drink in hand, he grinned at the small group clustered about.

"So if you're ever going to be executed, order four hypervodkas for your last meal and get to know your would-be executioners better. They're a lovely couple, and it was a great weekend spent in bed instead of dying. Still visit them when I can."

Edited 2014-06-02 00:18 (UTC)

The funny thing is, Jack is being watched, but there's nothing nefarious about it at all. The Doctor was doing his usual thing of walking around the city, stretching his legs, and that was when he spotted that oh-so-familiar greatcoat and the man who wore it.

But he hesitated to approach, because if the sight of him didn't bring up so many memories that he hadn't quite managed to bury yet. He stood there, rooted to that spot as the images came flooding back: Jack chained up at the mercy of the Master, being killed over and over again because the Master just wasn't ever satisfied.

But he had to say something, and honestly, he was beyond happy to see the captain again. So, shoving his hands into his pockets, he finally approached.

"Well, and here I thought this city couldn't be more impossible, and now you've turned up, Jack."

He kept his expression serious for just a moment or two, but then he winked and a grin came quickly to his face.

"Hello there."

Of all the people who could have approached, Jack hadn't expected the one with the hair, sideburns and thin body to be it. Not that he was about to complain. Oh no, the ones who looked like school teacher or librarians could be the most surprising. If he was going to be trapped in some alien ant farm, some kind company couldn't hurt.

And oh. Oh. This one had already bothered to learn his name. Brilliant.

Welcoming grin in place, Jack leaned forward a little to fully take in this one. Pinstripes. Nice. Suit fetish (Jack's) - Check. Tie. Good coat but not as great as his. It wasn't until he made it to the Doctor's eyes that he had to pause in his mental inventory. Something off was there, too old and knowing too much for that young face. His smile faltered only the least bit before beaming again just as brightly.

"Hello there. Guess I don't have to introduce myself as Captain Jack Harkness, but that doesn't tell me who you are."

He really should have expected it, because that story about his executioners was a pretty big tip-off. But really, he couldn't pretend it wasn't good to see Jack, so he jumped in with both feet, not even thinking that maybe there was a possibility of their timelines being different.

But if that bothered him, he didn't let it show. "Of course I know who you are, but I suppose you not recognizing me means you're from a different point along the timeline." It was just something that happened around here, but now that he was thinking about it, he wasn't certain how or even if he should break the news to Jack. Finally, he decided it wasn't avoidable, so he said in reply, "I'm the Doctor, and I know that I look different, but it's really me."

Now the sticking point was seeing whether or not the captain believed him.

"Oh no."

That was all Jack could say. He always took care not to run into himself, but there was someone else who ... well, what was the polite way to put it? This other person had himself a blue magic box that seemed to help this individual do things he strictly wasn't supposed to.

The eyes made sense then, everything clicking into place. In all his travels through the different times, Jack had never met another being with eyes like those. A pang of something he couldn't quite place came with the realization that this wasn't 'his' Doctor. His big-eared leather coat wearing Doctor had become someone else. Maybe someones else. Yet he stayed the same. A grey hair or two, but the same.

"Hello, Doctor," Jack said, leaning back in his chair and taking his drink back in hand. "You have hair."

He'd need a minute or so to be clever again.

"I've got a lot of it, yeah," he said, running a hand through said hair, making it stick up in all directions.

"This is a bit complicated, isn't it? You haven't met me, but I know who you are as I said, which means I know a bit more about your future than you do." And if he were aware of the phrase, this would be a good time to say 'spoilers'.

"Well, I suppose now that you're here, you're not likely to leave for at least a little while, so there's time for us to catch up, yeah?"

And honestly, he was a bit unsure how much catching up he wanted to do, because he knew quite a bit about Jack now, which might lead to some rather awkward questions and conversations. Although, to be fair, there was always the potential for awkwardness with Jack Harkness. Not for him, though, but definitely for others.

Yes, that was his story and he was going to stick very thoroughly to it.

A normal person wouldn't be telling a story on how to get out of an execution. Color River curious as she slides into the bar stool next to Jack just as he finishes up that little tale.

The bartender doesn't even ask River what she wants, he just slides her a rusty nail and goes back to serving other customers. "That's funny, I always fancied breaking out of prison before they could even discuss executions. It made for entertaining nights and complete confusion when I would break back in for the day."

"But where's the fun in that? It's beating the system from the outside. It's much more rewarding to corrupt it from the inside."

Taking a swallow of his drink of indeterminate alcohols, Jack took a good look down and up River. Why bother to hide what he was doing? He preferred to be honest from the outset where his mind was starting. She was a pretty woman, he was going to take a look.

"That does beg the question of why bothering to break in the next day? If they're stupid enough to lose you in the first place, why should they get a second try?"

Giving her a grin over the rim of his glass, he shrugged carelessly.

"It's fun to make them squirm. There isn't a prison built in the universe I can't break out of." Take all the looks you want handsome, River was taken. Not that she was going to let him know that right away. It would ruin all the fun later.

"Because I made a promise to a good man. Besides, how many people can say they routinely break in and out of the Stormcage Containment Facility on a regular basis?"

As far as she was aware, River was the only prisoner with that distinction and for very, very good reason. No one else had the aide of a time machine to do it.

It's the sense that something is not quite right that first draws this particular Doctor's attention to Jack. He might certainly know a little of his future (albeit in bits and fragments), but no one's mentioned the idea of there being a fixed point in time quite like this. But he's willing enough to shake it off as simply being some quirk of the future, right up until the mention of the TARDIS. And that is something that is all but guaranteed to catch the rest of his attention.

So really, it probably shouldn't be a surprise that he makes his way over to Jack not too long thereafter. He might not be really certain that he'll be joining in on a drinking, given past events, but conversation he can do.

"Ah, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but did I hear you say that you caught a ride on the outside of the TARDIS?"

At least it wasn't a blatant trail of pheromones the Doctor found teasing him instead of words. Chances were that no one would have been thrilled if Jack were using those to attract entertainment for the night.

A hand lifted, signaling for another drink as Jack gave the Doctor the once over. Interest was clear there, a blatant picking out of what he liked. Little Lord Byronish for him, but the formal wear had potential. Jack always had liked that or the more modern cut of suits. The hair? Bit poet-like, dreamer. But the eyes. Oh baby. Those eyes. Reminded him of someone although he couldn't put his finger on just who.

Oh right. They had been talking about the TARDIS. Whoops. Had he said that aloud? Experiencing that ride from the outside did scramble the thoughts a little in Jack's view. He was also sure he arrived dead.

"Did I say that?" he asked slyly. The question was if this stranger would rise to the bait.

It is better than a trail of pheromones, yes. Not that he hasn't run into that sort of thing before, but better to have only one thing at a time to deal with. Especially when that one thing is already a little strange besides. But other than the fact that Jack seems to be something that he really shouldn't be, he has to admit that the other man isn't bad-looking. Still, his hearts already belong to someone else, so it's not likely to move into anything more than appreciation.

"It certainly sounded like that's what you said," he answers with a shrug. "I mean, I might not have been listening terribly well, but most people usually manage to travel inside her, and I'm almost positive that it would have been more comfortable that way."

The Time Vortex is hardly the most comfortable of places, after all, and most people wouldn't be able to survive the whole of a trip there, no matter how short the trip might have been in the long run.

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Jack Harkness | Torchwood

ew, who let you in here? I mean... /cough Hi!

Yuck, no one told me you were here.

Excuse me, I think that's my line.

No excuse for you. Sorry. Your princess is in another castle.

Well, I do like a good adventure, I suppose.

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