| Dean's Trailer - Tuesday morning |
[Feb. 5th, 2008|10:58 am] |
As Dean had suspected, right on schedule at sunrise, he had turned back into a wee little hedgehog of world dominating cuteness.
After a bit of a wallow in woe, he'd rolled himself off the bed and gone to annouce his headhog pressence by crawling up on the couch and sitting on Jack's face till the inability to breath had shook the older man out of his doze. He then greeted Jack with a familiar, 'pffft'.
Food, Bitch!
Rubbing at his eyes, Jack plucked the hedgie off his face and slowly got to his feet.
"Shower first and I'm totally using your razor."
After a shower and actually now they could share a shower, Jack had Ianto drop off a change of clothes. Not bothering with buttoning up his dress shirt, Jack perched Dean up on his shoulder, in the comfortable folds of his collar and began to fry onions.
[ooc: For the other modder of the weehedgie!] |
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| Dean's Trailer - Late Late Wednesday Evening |
[Jan. 30th, 2008|11:31 pm] |
Jack was restless.
This was nothing new for him really but as he'd done just about everything there was to do in the house, even putting away the dishes, he decided he'd better take himself out for a walk, least he wake Tosh and Ianto. So he was out walking, lost in his own thoughts and thinking over the conversation he'd had with Meg, which is why it really should not have surprised him when he found himself standing outside Dean's trailer, hands in the pockets of his slacks.
Jack knew he should turn right around and walk back to Memory Lane. For one thing it was late and for another . . .
Letting his head drop back, Jack grumbled at himself under his breath and then looked over at the trailer once more before he quirked his lips and walked for the steps.
"Idiot," he muttered, even as he raised his fist and rapped it smartly against the door.
[ooc: For the sardine currently in the can.] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Wednesday Afternoon |
[Jan. 30th, 2008|01:22 pm] |
Jack had fiddled his security system to a standstill. There simply was no more fiddling to be done to it.
So, he needed something else to fiddle with, particularly since he'd blown through all the reports for the day and Ianto absolutely refused to play basketball with him. Jack felt this was unfair, Ianto felt Jack needed to get over himself and suggested Jack go find some traffic to play in.
Since Milieux lacked traffic, Jack decided to play with firearms instead. This involved cleaning weapons and making bullets. Activities he could indulge in while outside at the picnic table the previous owner had left behind.
Stripped down to a t-shirt, that was now covered in gun oil and grease, Jack had the Webley and a couple of shot guns and one automatic rifle in pieces across the table. He was currently adapting shot gun shells from ball pellets to rock salt. Not something he'd ever done before but he figured it wouldn't be all that tricky.
[ooc: open] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Late Tuesday Night |
[Jan. 29th, 2008|06:05 pm] |
Jack was fiddling with the security system down by the edge of the property.
Again why? Because he doesn't have an Impala or a ghost to dither over.
[ooc: Open! Sorry it's not the most inspired opening post I'm gradually waking up. :)] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Late late Monday night |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|10:32 pm] |
True to his word as soon as Ianto and Tosh had headed off to their respective rooms for the night, Jack had made certain the security system was armed and active and had even added in a couple booby traps with water filled balloons for fun.
Next time, he'd use paint but he was going to give Dean a sporting chance.
Putting on a pot of coffee, he undid the buttons on his dress shirt letting it fall open overtop his t-shirt as he padded in his socking feet to the study. Motown was playing on the radio tonight, turned down soft to be background noise to keep him company as he read through reports from the day.
Feet kicked up on his desk, Jack slouched in the chair as he read and waited.
[ooc: For the breaky and entery one.] |
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| Dean's Trailer - Late Saturday Night |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|10:27 pm] |
After saving Dean from a night in the drunk tank Jack lugged the younger man down from Blueberry Hill to Thunder Road.
"Seriously, Sport you have got to lay off the sweets," he groused, more for show than necessity.
Pausing at the door to the trailer, Jack dug awkwardly in Dean's pockets to find his keys and then let them both into the small space. For a moment he thought about letting the young hunter's ass hit the top of the doorway but then figured Dean had enough bruises for the night.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Jack tossed the keys onto the table where the laptop sat and headed for the bedroom. He briefly considered the couch but figured the bed was closer to the bathroom and besides, it was easier to wash the sheets than clean the cushions if Dean wasn't able to make it to the toilet in time.
Carefully levering him down onto the mattress, Jack looked down at the figure and shook his head affectionately before hunkering down on his heels to work on getting Dean's boots off.
[ooc: For the owner of said trailer!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Friday |
[Jan. 25th, 2008|02:35 pm] |
Jack had returned from his stroll late that night, in fairly good spirits as he was wont to do when he'd been out up to God knew what.
Ianto had enjoyed making a special dinner to celebrate Tosh's arrival and things had fairly well settled themselves as things tended to do.
Today found Jack fiddling with the SUV. Ianto had pointed out that he was perfectly capable of fiddling with the SUV and that if Jack broke anything on the RangeRover he'd kill him. Jack had rolled his eyes and parked the big black truck up on a pair of ramps so he could change the oil and otherwise tinker with the alien adapted suspension.
...
Okay so he was just basically tinkering at least he wasn't shooting off shotguns.
[ooc: Open] |
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| OOC- Availability |
[Jan. 25th, 2008|11:27 am] |
Hey guys.
Think I'm going to be taking a bit of a radio silent break for a week or so. I'm sorry for dropping any outstanding tags I have going, please feel free to handwavey any resolution you need from them.
See you all in a bit.
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I frikkin HATE HIM. |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Late Wednesday Night - After News. |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|11:02 pm] |
After being knocked out and dragged off to report the news with arch nemesis M, Jack stomped home grumbling under his breath.
Ianto opened the door for him before he could reach for his keys and in the next moment the young man threw rice on him, grinning.
"Congratulations, Captain. I wish you both good health and fruitful union."
"Shud-up."
"Will your spouse be joining us tonight, Sir?"
"Shud-Up!" Jack stalked towards the kitchen, leaving Ianto at the doorway, laughing.
"I made up the wedding suite!"
"SHUD-UP!" Came from around the corner as Jack stormed off in search of coffee.
Ianto moved to close the door, nearly bent double with mirth. |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Late Monday Night |
[Jan. 21st, 2008|09:37 pm] |
By the end of the day, after conversations with Thelma, Anders, Aziraphale, Tosh and Marie Jack had thrown himself into his work until well into the night.
By the time the stiffness in his back and shoulders was to a point where he could no longer stand it, it was well past midnight and Jack thought his eyes were going to swim if he tried to read another report.
"You should get some rest, Jack."
Lowering his arms, Jack crossed them on the desk and smiled gently at the quiet figure leaning in the doorway.
"Now with the sympathy?"
Ianto shrugged.
"Not for falling out of a tree," he said bluntly. "But you had some other things going on today. Tell me Jack, do you even remember how many deflections you laid down today?"
"Stop it," Jack said and this time he wasn't playing.
"No, seriously. How many lies..."
"SHUT UP!" Jack yelled, standing up and slamming his hands down on the desk. Partly for effect and partly because omgthathurtlikeasonofabitch. "Ianto, it's important that Torchwood remain..."
"Bollocks, Jack." Ianto said firmly. "Back in Cardiff, Torchwood was the worst best kept secret in the city. We had little old ladies cursing us by name when we'd chase a weevil through their gardens. It's not Torchwood's secrets you're trying to keep. It's your own."
Jack stared at Ianto, the young Welshman giving no ground as he stood there, facing down the furious, frightened eyes of his boss.
"Get out," Jack said softly.
Ianto watched him for a long moment, sighed softly and took a step forward, "Jack..."
"Ianto...please," Jack whispered and it had more effect than if he'd yelled at the young Welshman.
Standing in the middle of the study for a long minute, Ianto looked at the figured bowed in a lean on the desk and then he turned and quietly left the room.
When he heard the door snick shut, Jack grabbed the bottle of water he'd left on his desk, turned off the small lamp that lit the room and moved stiffly over to the couch. Carefully levering himself down onto the cushions, he leaned back and tried not to wince too much as he leaned back.
In the dark, he was able to replay the swift moments of panic when Meg had started up the tree after him and also the quiet morning hours in Dean's trailer back at the beginning of the weekend.
He thought back to what Anders had said earlier, the quiet sadness in Aziraphale's eyes and his scrambling evade of Marie's questions and closed his eyes.
"Ow," he whispered quietly into the night. |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Monday |
[Jan. 21st, 2008|10:06 am] |
As soon as Ianto had gotten done laughing at Jack for falling out of a tree he'd helped the older man get out of his clothes and into a hot shower. Jack's back had looked like some sort of goth patchwork quilt with his black and blue marks and Ianto had merely rolled his eyes and shoved the older man towards a fluffy towel when Jack had tried to make a pass.
Morning found Jack stiff and sore but the bruises were no longer nearly as livid and he waved off Ianto's offer for help as he headed down the stairs to read over the paperwork that had somehow reproduced on his desk between Sunday and this morning.
"I battle intergalactic threats from various different alien species from time and space and I fall out of a tree in a park. Dignity where art thou."
Sighing, Jack sipped his coffee and got to work.
[ooc: Open! That people came by is totally okay for broadcast but please nothing on the conversations.] |
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| Gazebo Inna Park - Thursday Afternoon |
[Jan. 17th, 2008|02:28 pm] |
As promised, Jack came trotting up to the gazebo in the park on Thursday afternoon. He held a paper bag in his hand that contained one tub of Chunky Monkey and one tub of Mayan Chocolate ice cream.
Probably best not to ask why the pockets of his great coat seemed to be drooping a little bit as if full of something. Nothing to see here ... maybe.
Not immediately seeing Meg, Jack flopped down on a bench and kicked back, one leg crossed over the other and head back as he seemed to doze while he waited.
[ooc: For Meg please! :D] |
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| The Lair - Early Thursday Morning [NFB] |
[Jan. 16th, 2008|09:08 pm] |
Jack had spent a quiet night working and spending time with Ianto who had eventually fallen asleep around one in the morning.
Left to his own devices for a couple of hours, Jack had showered again -obsessively shaving OMG- and then gotten dressed in his usual uniform before heading down to the Lair. It was still early in Cardiff but Jack knew Tosh usually made her way in to the Hub early and so he set the computer to be alerting her terminal and then puttered around in the background, making coffee as he waited for her to pick up.
[ooc: Long distance computer call for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) wevegotrules] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Later Wednesday |
[Jan. 16th, 2008|12:35 pm] |
Jack had returned home and dealt with Ianto's snark about not having to bail him out by dragging the younger man upstairs and shagging him into exhaustion.
Freshly showered and smirking, well pleased with himself, Jack was now back downstairs in his study looking over the budget reports sent over by UNIT. He was kicked back in a t-shirt and old, well worn dress slacks, classical chamber music playing softly from an old fashion radio.
Definitely some sort of AM station.
[ooc: for givemethehunt and that Dean came by is totally okay for broadcast, conversation not so much so. Thank you!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Tuesday |
[Jan. 15th, 2008|01:54 pm] |
Jack was spending a quiet day grounded at home.
He absolutely was not sulking, moping, brooding hiding. He was actually attempting to abide by the rules of the note Ianto had left behind before leaving for the Leaf.
Basically, the note said that if Jack stepped so much as one foot out the door, baring Earth threatening emergencies of course, Ianto would find him, drag him home and kill him.
A lot.
While it could be said that being dead offered a few minutes of peace, it also resulting in large headaches, chest aches and generally pains that would make him even more miserable than he was. Besides, it was the cowards way out.
So, Jack was at home. Boots set neatly in the closet whee the great coat was hanging as a physical reminder that he was staying home. He was even doing paperwork. Organized paperwork. It was his way of apologising to Ianto.
What? You didn't think he'd actually do it in a normal way did you?
[ooc: Open!
ETA!: Please, details of conversations NFB Thankee!] |
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| Off Thunder Road - Late Friday Night [NFB please] |
[Jan. 11th, 2008|09:33 pm] |
Despite the fact that they had turned off Thunder Road and were now making their way down what looked like the creepiest part of Milieux to date anyway Jack still strolled along with utter confidence in his step. Every so often he would stop, consult his wrist bracer and then continue along.
Now it was his turn to be whistling cheerfully.
Sam was totally allowed to be creeped the hell out now.
[ooc: For beenthroughthat. Poor man.] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Monday |
[Jan. 7th, 2008|10:55 am] |
Jack was futzing with the security system.
To be precise he was down by the front gates, stretched out on his back working with a nest of wires that were buried up in the brick columns.
Why was he futzing with the security system?
Because he didn't have an Impala to dither over.
[Open!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Early Sunday Morning |
[Jan. 6th, 2008|01:48 am] |
It was late Saturday night or early Sunday morning, depending upon how you wanted to look at it.
Jack had sent Ianto up to bed long ago and he hoped the younger Welshman had gotten to sleep. Jack didn't have that luxury himself.
Sitting at the kitchen table, alone in the dark he cradled a mug of lukewarm coffee in between his hands and replayed the events earlier that evening with Sam Anders. Calmer now, Jack wasn't overly impressed with his own reactions to the young man's announcement that he'd regained his memories. It had been a response not entirely driven by fear.
Fear of discovery.
The retcon had always worked and Jack realized that perhaps he'd gotten too complacent in trusting it to do the job of keeping things neat. "Keep your hands clean and everything." That's what Sam had said and Jack recognized that he liked it that way. He didn't want to go back to some of the methods he'd employed in the past.
This Torchwood was supposed to be founded in the Doctor's honor. Not the cold blooded methods of Torchwood One.
Unfortunately, Milieux and her quirky, wonderful population weren't exactly making it easy and part of Jack smiled at the thought. These people were probably more equipped to handle what was out there than most of the field ops from UNIT.
The smile died on his face. They might be better equipped but that didn't change Torchwood's basic mission statement, the foundation orders that Jack had pledged himself to obey.
Sighing softly, he folded his hands together and rested his lips against his knuckles. He knew that problems always seemed larger in the dark but he couldn't summon the strength to get up and turn on the light. |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Saturday Evening |
[Jan. 5th, 2008|06:27 pm] |
Jack and Ianto had spent much of their day down in the Lair dealing with the latest bit of flotsam and jetsam that had dropped through the Rift and into their laps. Some of the technology had some cool properties, though one items seemed to be a sort of stink bomb that had gone off. Luckily it had been trapped in a containment field but even so, both men had looked at each other after everything was cleaned up and slunk off to shower for the next hour.
Not even together, much to Jack's chagrin.
Surfaced now, Jack checked in with the young Welshman who was back downstairs working on cataloging their latest finds and making arrangements to have certain pieces sent back to Cardiff for further evaluation by Tosh and Owen. Satisfied, Jack retreated back up the stairs to take a stab at making dinner.
Ianto had simply requested anything that didn't come from a tin.
Jack was a bit stumped and considering how many slices of fake cheese one should put on the bread.
[ooc: Open! All conversations inside the house NFB please. :)] |
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| Jack warning label, take two! [OOC] |
[Jan. 3rd, 2008|12:15 pm] |
Impossible, Irrepressible, Incorrigible
The three I's to describe your friendly neighborhood Captain Jack Harkness of 69 Memory Lane, Milieux. A couple months ago I did a brief Warning Label for Jack and I figured that with all our lovely new people coming in, *Waves and glomps yay!* I'd do a quick update!
So, I now LJ cut as there will be spoilers for Torchwood behind the jump. :D
( And on to word about Jack ) |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Wednesday |
[Jan. 2nd, 2008|10:29 am] |
Jack was up early, which was a given but since he couldn't immediately think of anything pressing demanding his attention, except paperwork, he was being a bit casual about his morning routine.
Indulging in a long shower, Jack had yet to do anything with his hair and so the mess of chestnut was busy drying as it wished, bangs in his face. A dress shirt had simply been pulled on haphazardly, without bothering with a t-shirt or suspenders and he was padding about in his socks.
He was not exactly expecting visitors and thus looked rumpled much like this icon I adore just way too much but content as he wandered about the quiet house, making his own coffee.
What? He could be considerate and after wearing Ianto out last night, he figured the young Welshman deserved a bit of a lie in.
[ooc: Open!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Tuesday Evening |
[Jan. 1st, 2008|09:19 pm] |
After spending much of the morning harassing Cole and Aziraphale, Jack had headed back to the house.
Ianto was still highly amused by his boss's account of the previous night's events and after much teasing, Jack had reminded the young Welshman that they hadn't gotten a chance to ring in the New Year properly yet and so they'd spent a bit of time together, catching up.
Now, Ianto was down in the lair exchanging info with Tosh while Jack worked on cleaning the weapons the two men had brought over with them from Cardiff. He was totally using the kitchen table for this, though he'd spread out newspaper in the hope that Ianto wouldn't feel the need to kill him in his sleep.
Today Billy Idol was playing on the radio and Jack was singing along with the music as he worked on an American P-90.
[ooc: Open!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Monday Morning |
[Dec. 31st, 2007|10:38 am] |
Jack and Ianto had applied themselves to the wall not!Dirty ... well okay dirty once and it was now down to just finishing up the plastering. Jack had sent Ianto off to catch some sleep while he tackled the fine art of spackle.
It wasn't the first time.
Soft, classical music as played by some of the very old and long forgotten orchestras of the 1920s played from a radio as Jack worked, the smell of coffee filling the hallway from a cup that was steaming cheerfully beside the radio.
[ooc: Fer the angelic one ... no the other angelic one, yeah you hottie inna corner.] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Saturday Evening |
[Dec. 29th, 2007|05:44 pm] |
As Jack had suspected, Ianto had practically had a stroke when he'd come home to a giant hole in the wall, plaster and blood everywhere and the good leather furniture set ruined.
"JACK?! What in the hell..."
"Pissed off witch."
"What did you do?"
"Why do you automatically assume I did anything?"
"Because you're ... you!" Ianto actually flailed slightly.
"I...I'll sweep?"
Thusly he and Ianto had spent most of the night and today sweeping up the mess. Ianto had taken the SUV and headed into the city to pick up some supplies they needed to repair the wall and Jack was currently standing with the door open and a sledge hammer, clearing out the ragged bits.
He was in a t-shirt at least?
[ooc: Open!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Friday Evening |
[Dec. 28th, 2007|08:45 pm] |
After a morning that had some rough patches Jack had returning home in a weird mood.
Ianto had put up with the Captain for most of the afternoon but as night fell, the young Welshman was ready for a break from his boss's intensity and when a blip appeared on the computers about 20 miles south of town, Ianto jumped at the chance to take the SUV and go elsewhere!
Thus, Jack was home alone, attempting to make sense of paperwork for UNIT, a task that was not improving his mood.
[ooc: For a certain visitor! NFB!] |
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| The Torchwood Christmas Invasion of 2007 |
[Dec. 25th, 2007|07:19 pm] |
After the unfortunate necessity of having to retcon Sam Anders Jack and Ianto had crept out in the early hours of Christmas Day and spent much of the night skulking about Milieux identifying weevil surface points and then setting up early detection monitors at those locations. Ianto was fairly certain there were better ways to spend the night time hours between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day but he'd been aroundTorchwood -and Jack- for too many years and could only deem a night of weevil surveillance as depressingly typical.
( A very Torchwood Christmas )
[ooc: *Grins* I had to do this, it just screamed to be done. NFB please and NFI but OOC comments make me glee and bounce! :D] |
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| An Old Fence Post at the edge of town |
[Dec. 24th, 2007|11:09 am] |
Jack's mood tended to vacillate from one extreme to the other over the holidays and though Ianto gave no indication that this bothered him one way or the other, Jack had decided to give the young man a break and take himself off to be moody in private.
Not that he meant to be moody, just that it was hard to get through the holidays without remembering some of the important people who were no longer in his life. He expected to bounce back fairly quickly but for the moment there was a lot on his mind.
Both past and present.
So he was down in the woods, shooting very small rocks off the fence post. It helped him think.
[ooc: Open, though SP is understood and much love. :)] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Monday morning |
[Dec. 3rd, 2007|11:03 am] |
"Ianto ... IANTO!" Captain Jack Harkness yelled from where he stood in his front yard, staring up at the roof of his house.
"Captain?" Came the inquisitive response as the young Welshman in question appeared at the edge of roof.
"What, may I ask, are you doing?"
"I am decorating, Sir."
"Decorating."
"Would you like a definition?"
"Would you like a bop on the nose?"
"Threats of physical harm are against worker code, Captain."
"Red tape," Jack shot back. "Why are you decorating, Ianto?"
"Tis the season, Sir."
"Surely there are better things to be doing with your time?"
"Jack, honestly of all people I did not expect you to be a grinch."
"I am NOT a grinch."
"You are! What's wrong with a bit of dressing on the house?"
"Well, see now you make it sound like you're going to smear cranberry jelly down the columns."
"That would stain!"
Rubbing his hand over his face, Jack shook his head and set his hands on his hips.
"All right, so what are you doing to the house?"
"Just some lights and pine roping down the columns. It will be tasteful."
"I'd expect nothing less from you," Jack said, which was basically his way of giving in. "Don't fall off the roof!"
"Have a bit of faith, Jack. And grab the end of the lights there please." It wasn't really a request.
Which was how Jack came to be holding a strand of little white lights, with a bundle of pine roping sitting on his head, a bemused look on his face.
[ooc: Open!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Tuesday Morning |
[Nov. 27th, 2007|09:55 am] |
Jack was restless.
Ianto would call it brooding but he definitely would not call it that to Jack's face. Instead, he suggested that perhaps the trees on the property might benefit from a good limbing.
Jack was not fooled but after a small chuff of dark laughter and a comment about how Ianto just wanted him to parade about shirtless, the Captain had finished up his coffee and headed out of the house.
One ax and a pair of limb clippers later Jack was busy pruning the big trees around the house. So far he'd managed to keep his t-shirt on at least.
[ooc: Open!] |
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| Somewhere North of Milieux - Saturday Night |
[Nov. 24th, 2007|07:01 pm] |
It was a stray weevil that had caught their attention.
Actually it was the murder of a stray weevil that had caught their attention and which in turn had kept Ianto and Jack busy outside of town most of the day as they pumped the local sheriff and his deputy for information and then retconned them. Jack had actually bemoaned the lack of Owen's presence as he and Ianto had studied the half eaten corpse of the weevil but it was fairly obvious what had killed the creature.
Just, how had it gotten eaten?
( Kindness to Flists )
[ooc: NFB due to distance, for givemethehunt. PS: Shamelessly adapted from Slow Decay.] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Late Tuesday Night [NFB] |
[Nov. 13th, 2007|08:20 pm] |
Back at the house, Jack helped Ianto herd their two new arrivals down into the make shift cells located below the main floor of their home. It took a couple hours to get the weevils settled by which point Jack's chest had completely healed.
Heading up to his bedroom, the older man shrugged out of his great coat and carefully hung it on the coat rack he'd had shipped over from Cardiff special. Sighing at the state of his shirt and pants, he began to strip off the now ruined clothing.
"You're an idiot."
( I wanna beat people!! ) |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Monday Afternoon |
[Nov. 12th, 2007|09:36 am] |
If there was one key difference between living in Cardiff and living in Milieux, you know despite the climate, it was the advent of trees.
After all the Hub and the Plass around it were not exactly known for maintaining trees. Specifically, trees with leaves. Leaves that were now falling all over the place.
Ianto had suggested a nice practical leaf blower.
Jack had called Ianto a Grinch who was not in the spirit of leaf season.
Ianto had been uncertain that there was a leaf season.
Jack had smirked and handed him a rake. For about half the morning, Jack had even helped rake around the yard but then he'd gotten distracted by all the nice neat piles of leaves. In particular he got distracted by the nice neat piles of leaves that Ianto had spent most of the morning on.
Which is how they came to be at a point where Jack was rolling around in a leaf pile, laughing his ass off as he scattered leaves everywhere, while Ianto tried to pummel him with a rake!
[ooc: Open! Anyone arriving at the house and conversations outside of the house good for broadcast. Anything inisde the house is NFB please. :)] |
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| Far end of Greenway Road - Late Saturday Night/Early Sunday Morning. |
[Nov. 10th, 2007|08:47 pm] |
Jack hit the front door at the same speed he'd left Blueberry Hill, though he was panting a little to catch his breath. Not finding Ianto waiting for him, Jack immediately headed for the study and the entrance to their base below the house.
"Report!" He snapped as he came cantering down the circular stair case.
( Weevils! )
[ooc: Locked to givemethehunt please! This one NFB also. :D] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Friday Morning |
[Nov. 9th, 2007|09:43 am] |
Jack had arrived back at the house in an introspective mood of his own. Ianto, who had quite a bit of experience with Jack's moods, had found a bit of dust to keep him occupied at the end of the house furthest away from Jack.
It had been no surprise when Jack had not come up to bed that night.
Morning found the older man freshly showered and shaved, putting on a pot of coffee as the younger made his way down to the kitchen, knotting his tie.
"Good morning, Ianto." Jack greeted him with a boyish grin.
"Morning, Sir."
"Breakfast?"
"Actually, I need to nip down to the post office and pick up a packet that should just come in from Tosh. Do you need me to pick anything up on my way back?"
"You should know better than to give me an opening like that, Ianto."
"Haven't had my coffee yet, Captain."
Jack chuckled and filled a travel mug with some of the freshly brewed industrial strength coffee and handed it over to the younger man. As Ianto turned to head for the door, Jack reached out and laid a hand on his arm. For a moment the two looked at each other, mutual understanding in their eyes and then Jack turned back to his own mug.
"I'll be catching up on those reports from the Hub!" He called as he headed towards the study.
[ooc: Open!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Wednesday Morning |
[Nov. 7th, 2007|09:59 am] |
"Ianto!" Jack's bellow carried through the entire house from the upper floors to the lower and eventually it drew the young man in question out of what looked like a large storage closet.
"Captain?" He drawled back, voice pitched to carry the same distance.
"Any luck yet with that network cable?"
"Yes, Sir. I found where it was shorting out and Tosh is sending over some insulation which she says should do the trick."
"So we'll be linked up with the Hub sooner rather than later?"
Ianto sighed inwardly. He knew Jack was getting impatient with being out of touch with Hub and even more importantly, out of touch with the alien computer housed back there and it's information but there was only so much that could be done without making a big fuss. Ianto in Milieux and Tosh in Cardfiff had been working without concern for time zones in an effort to get things up and running but the process was still fairly slow.
Particularly for Jack.
"Tosh believes we'll have addressed all the hardware issues within 24 hours, then we can begin testing on the software and security, all goes well, we could be up by this weekend."
Jack stood at the base of the stairs and set his hands on his hips in an attempt to curb his impatience. He knew his team was doing their best but he felt blind and exposed and it was making him edgy. Particularly with everything going on in Milieux.
"All right, keep working on it, Ianto. I'm going to go run diagnostics on the security cameras we set up outside."
Ianto felt like pointing out that Jack had already done this, twice but it would get the older man out of his hair for a bit and give Jack's restlessness a target.
"Of course, Sir. I'll contact you if there is any update."
Jack nodded, tucking a small bluetooth device, much like the one Ianto wore currently, into his ear and then grabbing his coat and headed out of the house onto the grounds.
[ooc: Expecting ditheringangel but open before events in that thread!] |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Late Monday Night/Wee Early Tuesday morning |
[Nov. 6th, 2007|10:26 am] |
It had been late when Jack had finally wound his way home from Aziraphale's bonfire.
He'd enjoyed himself from there very start and that enjoyment had only grown as he'd danced with Meg and later with Aziraphale himself. Jack was in a fairly good mood as he slipped through the carefully set security system in his house and shrugged out of his greatcoat.
Going to the kitchen, he found a pot of coffee already set and ready to be brewed and with a soft chuckle, flipped the switch. He'd dressed up for the party, though with his great coat on it was hard to tell but now he carefully removed the cufflinks from his shirt sleeves and undid the watch chain from his waist coat. When the coffee had finished brewing, Jack poured himself a cup and sat down at the head of the kitchen table to sip on it and run his mind over the events of the past few weeks and mostly the people he'd met and come to know here in Milieux.
( Was going to post this last night but it got too late ) |
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| OOC - Warning Label for Jack Harkness. :) |
[Nov. 1st, 2007|10:47 am] |
Hey guys!
I just wanted to give a quick sort of OOC run down on your friendly neighborhood Captain Jack Harkness as I'm going to approach him in Milieux.
I will now LJ cut since there will be spoilers for Torchwood Season One in this explination. :)
( Inset Cut Here! ) |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Wednesday Morning |
[Oct. 31st, 2007|11:01 am] |
Jack and Ianto were hunkered down on their heels on either side of the brick columns that flanked the driveway up to their house. Jack was drilling holes in the morter while Ianto carefully feed through wires and occasionally stopped to check what looked like a PDA display resting by his left foot. Two travel mugs full of coffee were perched atop the brick columns, within easy reach of working hands.
"You know, I rather like this town, Ianto."
"This does not surprise me, Sir. Little to your left..."
"I'm just saying, it's a neat town," Jack explained as he angled the drill bit and carefully pressed down on the trigger.
"Good angle, Sir ... about two inches I think."
"Are you even listening to me?"
"As little as possible, Captain."
[ooc: Open! Though there will be periods of SP as work eats my brain now and again.] |
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| Voicemail |
[Oct. 29th, 2007|10:48 am] |
"Hello there! You've reached my voicemail, at least if you're trying to get hold of Captain Jack Harkness, you've reached my voicemail. If you're trying to get hold of someone else then ... well, you've still reached me. Leave a name and a number and I'll certainly be sure to call you back!" |
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| 69 Memory Lane - Late Friday Night |
[Oct. 26th, 2007|10:27 pm] |
After breakfast with Marie, Jack had spent a lot of the afternoon simply walking around Milieux, lost in his own thoughts. Night was falling earlier and earlier these days and ever attentive to time, Jack made his way back towards Memory Lane as dusk began to fall.
Finding Ianto in the middle of unpacking boxes that had been shipped over behind them, Jack had silently taken himself down to a windowless room that was floor to ceiling bookcases and he'd begun to unpack the delicate computer equipment Tosh had lovingly crated up. It had taken him well into the night to get to a stopping point and even then, he paused only because Ianto called him up to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
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