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| X'ian Pargenait | Dec 9 2008, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
Weevil Bait
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CONT: Luxury Suite _______________________________________________________________________________________ "... And here we are." X'ian had Jack turn into the tiny car park in front of what was clearly an old steam railway car, beautifully restored in glossy black paint and golden trim. There were ornately carved wooden steps leading up to the door, and a lit sign above with the name 'The Narrows.' Through the windows, she could see the tiny cramped tables she'd come to adore. "My favorite pub," she explained as they climbed the steps. The first one she'd found, actually, but still her favorite. The interior walls were papered with old train tickets and paper advertisements, and the long shelf that ran the length of the car at eye level held hundreds or possibly thousands of toy train cars. As far as she could tell, almost none of the reproductions were historically accurate, but the owner's simple dedication to the topic was delightful. The proprietor looked up as they came in the door and smiled, waving them toward her usual table in the corner. The window there looked out across the old narrow-gauge rail track and down toward town. _______________________________________________________________________________ OOC: Feel free to extrapolate on the place, people, etc. And yes, there are several old quarries nearby, how did you guess? |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 10 2008, 11:27 AM Post #2 |
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“Wow,” Jack stroked a hand over the smooth paint with genuine pleasure. This place was far enough from his usual territory that he’d never heard of it and that was an oversight he was glad to have corrected. The stair creaked under his boots as he followed Shan into the car, grinning again as he compared this dolled up little pub to the troop carriers of his memory. "My favorite pub," she said, eyes glinting with pleasure. “Gorgeous,” Jack replied, attention on her. He folded himself into one of the small seats, looking out to the old railway. “This used to be part of the old Franklin Colliery,” he said idly. They’d had their first Harvester appearance here, seventy years ago. They’d had to collapse one of the mines to kill them. The food was standard, decent, Welsh pub food – fried grease with butter flavoring but Jack tucked in with the same enthusiasm he showed for almost anything put in front of him. He’d never seen the point of being a picky eater, besides, if you had enough condiments, anything was eatable. “So,” he licked salt off his thumb, “if you’re Sebacean, Shan can’t be your name – there being rather a lack of ‘sh’ in your birth tongue.” |
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| X'ian Pargenait | Dec 10 2008, 02:59 PM Post #3 |
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X'ian's attention was caught by that flash of tongue sliding against his skin. She licked her own lips and smiled slowly. "It can't be?" she asked, broadly faking surprise. "And here I've been doing so well with it. What do you think my name should be, then?" |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 10 2008, 07:51 PM Post #4 |
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"Hmm," Jack wiped his hands on a napkin and reached for her hand with a smile. "You know the con-artists here promise precognitive powers and read the lines on people's palms to reveal secrets ... lets see what I can find." Jack cradled her hand in his and stroked two fingertips, slowly across Shan's palm. There were calluses along the index finger and a particular sort of lean strength. Gun work and a trained marital artist. "Rhuan, perhaps?" He wondered. Sebacean names weren't gendered but they were partially casted. Jack had a hard time imagining that Shan was from an officer's family, bounty hunting wasn't exactly a high status job. He stroked his finger tips up to her wrist, crossing her pulse just below where her sleeve ended. "Xehn?" Jack bent his head over her hand, "You do your own sub-space filter adjustments -" a shadow of purple stain near her wrist bone was the remnant of a contaminant splash. The coolant fluids turned everything they touched acid purple for months. Could be a black sheep from one of the intellectual castes "K'ian? |
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| g_cooper | Dec 10 2008, 11:05 PM Post #5 |
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(oops, wrong account)
Edited by g_cooper, Dec 10 2008, 11:10 PM.
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| X'ian Pargenait | Dec 10 2008, 11:11 PM Post #6 |
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X'ian let him take her hand, happy to follow his lead for the moment. His touch was friendly, playful, and inquisitive, which made her smile. She liked inquisitive, focused, dangerous people... and oh, she might like Jack just a little too much for her own safety. "Rhuan, perhaps?" he asked, and X'ian blinked at him once before her smile turned wry. That kind of flattery, she had no use for. "Xehn? You do your own sub-space filter adjustments --" That, on the other hand, brought back the sense she'd had before, the overwhelming familiarity in his patterns of thought and speech -- "K'ian?" X'ian tugged her hand free and used it to tilt his face back up to her. How did you know that? she wanted to ask, demand some kind of response for the ease with which he flowed through patterns he shouldn't even know. But she could hardly ask the questions so directly; that wasn't how the game was played. She made herself relax, the fingers under his chin softening into a stroke along his cheek. "X'ian," she told him, settling back into herself. "I didn't think anyone here would pronounce it properly; I am -- pleasantly -- corrected. Do you speak it? For the traveller, there is nothing more lovely than the voices of home." _______________________________________________________ OOC: Do we have a standard way of delineating non-English dialogue? Edited by X'ian Pargenait, Dec 11 2008, 11:44 AM.
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 11 2008, 11:03 AM Post #7 |
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Her hand relaxed in is for a moment, before she pulled but – immediately reaching out for him instead. Jack let her trace the line of his jaw – who wouldn’t want to, after all? – watching the expressions shift across her face. It was a delight to sit across from her and watch the light of a star she hadn’t been born under play across her skin and play the game with her. He didn’t have any real agenda, no secrets he had to have from her and to tease our her name, her smile, for no other reason than the pleasure of it was something Jack realized he’d missed. He loved flirting with Ianto, or Gwen, even Owen – Jack rather liked the bite of his annoyance - but there was something about meeting a stranger Jack had never been able to resist. The stranger the better, in fact. “X’ian,” he smiled, a little self-satisfied, mostly pleased to please her, “I speak Sebacean well enough. An old friend taught me.” and he did, if with the lilting accent of a rimward colonist. He’d learned it from an instructor back in the day, when assignments might take him to timelines where humanity hadn’t yet reached the stars and he’d pretend to be Sebacean, Claforit, or – with a bit of cosmetic surgery – a blue skinned Crespallion. “The cost of traveling,” he said glancing outside for a moment, the cloudy morning light clear in his eyes, “the joy of the new paid in the loss of the familiar.” He looked over at her, smile inviting. “Worth it, though, isn’t it?” ooc: let’s just use italics |
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| X'ian Pargenait | Dec 11 2008, 04:42 PM Post #8 |
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X'ian hummed in pleasure as he said her name, let her eyes flutter closed as he went on. Part of her was just enjoying the sound of his voice, the soft familiarity of the language; part of her was parsing it out. His accent was unexpectedly decent for a backwater like Earth -- and contained almost no trace of the vowels he used for speaking English. He sounded almost... Tivalu? Reshi? Neither, but something related to both, perhaps. "Your friend was a good teacher," she told him, wondering how someone like that would've come to be here, to teach the language so well. "The cost of traveling is the joy of the new paid in the loss of the familiar," Jack quoted, and X'ian had to amend her opinion -- he had a very good teacher, then. "Worth it, though, isn't it?" The light glinted off his hair when he turned his gaze back to her, his smile as familiar as the faintly faraway look in his eyes. The choice, made and affirmed, over and over again. "Every day." She told him simply; she had no regrets for that. She planted her elbows on the table and leaned toward him, her voice dropping as she slid back into English. "You don't talk like a man with dirt roots, Jack... How long have you wanted to leave?" |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 11 2008, 09:15 PM Post #9 |
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He smiled and laughed softy, a sort of gentle startlement in his eyes, "Until about three months ago - every day." It still surprised him, this ... commitment he felt. Jack still wasn't sure where it came from - trauma perhaps - and he'd never thought he had it in him to stay in one place, to grasp the sense of home so many people talked about over the years. Even though he'd spent a century pinned to this one world, very nearly to this one tiny island, he had never thought of it as home. Or so he thought. He wondered if this was how it felt to be monogamous. He have to ask Ianto. He shook his head, grinning, "Oh, but I was born close to the ground, all right." He rolled his eyes in good humor. "Did what every other kid does to get away from home," he went on. "Joined the military. I mean - gorgeous people in uniform ... who wouldn't want some of that?" |
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| X'ian Pargenait | Dec 11 2008, 11:59 PM Post #10 |
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"Hnn. All those healthy bodies, framed to impress --" X'ian let her gaze travel pointedly over Jack's shoulders and down the line of buttons on his shirt until the table blocked her view, "-- covered up from head to toe like a package waiting to be unwrapped? I think I can understand the appeal." Her smile dimmed slightly. "I did the same thing," she admitted, carefully thinking around the memories of fear, the stink of hydraulic fluid leaking from cracked armor -- "Ignored my father's advice and joined the infantry, I'm afraid. Turned out I wasn't very good at it --" Her eyes lit up again, back on safer ground. "I like to make my own decisions." And while she was thinking of decisions, there was one she'd already made. She sat back in her chair and wrapped her hands around her teacup, anchoring herself firmly on her side of the table. "I'd like to get our business out of the way before I kiss you, because I won't want to stop. Are you giving me Tanat and her crew?" |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 12 2008, 10:27 AM Post #11 |
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“Oh, yeah,” Jack leaned back to let the slanting morning light catch him at the best angle and appreciated X’ian’s appreciation. “Nothing like shiny buttons to tell you where the best things are,” he said with a grin. "Ignored my father's advice and joined the infantry, I'm afraid. Turned out I wasn't very good at it --" Jack could guess as the memories shifting in her eyes. "I like to make my own decisions." “Well, so long as you decide to keep giving me the eye like that, I’m all for your decisions,” Jack replied with an inviting smile. "I'd like to get our business out of the way before I kiss you, because I won't want to stop. Are you giving me Tanat and her crew?" Of course there was business and Jack drew back as well, glancing aside while the flirting humor faded from his face. “Would if I could,” he said shortly, raking a hand through his hair, then gesturing for another soda water. After the waitress had gone, he went on. “They’re dead,” he said flatly. “And … one of my own. They lied about the hostage.” Jack shifted and thought about Suzie and Gwen and how he never wanted to see Gwen staggering out of a stranger’s hands again. “With those damn Quinar on top of it,” he shook his head in honest disbelief. “I can’t imagine what they were thinking keeping them.” “Their ship’s buried in a collapsed mine. If you want to take a shovel to it, be my guest.” Jack gestured openhanded towards X’ian. Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Dec 12 2008, 10:28 AM.
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| X'ian Pargenait | Dec 12 2008, 11:15 AM Post #12 |
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X'ian stilled for a moment, honestly surprised. She was expecting a yes or a no; she had her options for either lined up neatly in her mind. To have all of them dead... She studied Jack's face, not nearly so expressive now that they were back to business. Tanat would not have brought the children to a hostage exchange, not one she knew would go badly. She was a pirate, but she had her priorities. And somehow, even in their grief, X'ian had a hard time imagining Jack and his team slaughtering children. X'ian remembered the doctor's soft voice with Anthem in his cell. No. They might have simply taken down the mine with the ship, and children, inside. But they might also have hidden the children away from her, and hoped she would believe them dead. "I may have to," she replied slowly, thoughts flying. "I can hardly take your word for it. I wouldn't be satisfied without some proof, and neither would my employers." |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 15 2008, 01:35 PM Post #13 |
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Jack saw her still as she went through the options and just gave an unhappy shrug at her look. “I can give you some proof,” he said with a touch of weariness. “The attempt took place near some CCTV, we harvest any footage that involves Torchwood business. The ship –“ Jack winced. “I’d sent back-up to try and take it things went wrong. I don’t know what happened in there exactly, my team never made to the ship itself – nearly got trapped in the collapse. There’s a bad fuel signature, they could have had a containment breach.” He looked back up at X’ian then. “The mine collapsed on it, there’s no life signs that we can find and I’m not willing to open it up – that dirt is keeping the energy leak to a minimum.” “I can arrange to send whatever CCTV footage we have to you,” he said quietly, looking out the window again, with his attention clearly elsewhere. “And we’ve got some remnant DNA samples from the bodies. I … want to get this over with.” |
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| X'ian Pargenait | Dec 16 2008, 05:43 PM Post #14 |
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X'ian turned that over in her mind, looking for a clear decision, until her instincts suggested that her chances of living to successfully investigate the site were poor if Torchwood wanted it left alone. Her mouth quirked at the corner; that made things simpler. "I'll take what you can give me, then. Assuming it will satisfy my employers... I have no objection to closing the door on this." She reached past the plates and laid her hand flat on the table next to his. "My sympathy, for your team." |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 16 2008, 08:55 PM Post #15 |
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"My sympathy, for your team." Jack blinked, unexpectedly and suddenly aching. No one - No one - had grieved for Suzie. Not family, not friends, not co-workers. His second-in-command, the first of his own team. She's killed for him and nearly died for him and - killed him - but she'd been his. All that was left of her was a locked morgue drawer, guilt and bitter memories. All this time and now he realized he'd never grieved for her? All she'd been, all that she could have become, and a stranger who'd never met her was the only one to offer mourning? It was that which tipped Jack from the pleasure of flirting to want. That X'ian was the one - perhaps the only one - who could say a word of sympathy for Suzie, amid all the lies, and mean it. Jack swept X'ian's hand up and pressed it to his mouth, breathing in the smell of her skin for a moment, eyes closed. "Thank you," he said huskily. He leaned back to smile quietly at her, the memories in his eyes left to lie for now. "It's no respect to the dead to waste living on them." "Is there some living joy you might like to share with me?" he asked, glanced around, then looked back, smile tilting back to friendly suggestiveness. "Besides beer - though I agree with the local saying 'Beer is proof that god loves us and want's us to be happy' but I think there are a few other things that prove the the kindness of the Universe." Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Dec 16 2008, 09:08 PM.
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| X'ian Pargenait | Jan 7 2009, 12:51 AM Post #16 |
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X'ian was pleased when Jack accepted her offer of contact; grief and comfort were potentially explosive imperatives, with one culture's requirement being another's taboo, and all the shades in between. "Joy," she repeated, savoring the word. "Always an honest pursuit." X'ian braced one hand on the table and leaned over the detritus of their meal. When she was close enough to feel the warmth of his skin, she gave in to impulse and licked at the corner of that teasing smile. She waited a beat, as much for the heat of his breath against her face as for politeness' sake, before pressing her lips to his. |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Jan 7 2009, 09:51 AM Post #17 |
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The touch of X’ian’s tongue made Jack shiver, lips parting for her kiss. He responded easily to her, leaning in, reaching up to cup his hand against her skin. This close he could smell her hair and her skin and anticipate how she would taste with a twist of delight. Jack stroked his fingers lightly over the soft skin below her ear, fingers catching strands of long, dark hair, and took a couple of small kisses before leaning back. His look was all open invitation as he brushed his thumb over her knuckles. Desire made X’ain look even more beautiful and Jack flicked his tongue across his lower lip to catch a taste of her. “My SUV is very roomy but I’m hoping you didn’t bring me all the way out here for car based sex,” he said. “Not that I wouldn’t enjoy that – leather seats and all – but,” and his voice went low and intimate, “I’d like room to appreciate all of you.” |
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| X'ian Pargenait | Jan 12 2009, 11:40 PM Post #18 |
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X'ian refused to be distracted by the sudden drop in conversation around them. She was far more interested in the slick press of Jack's tongue, the easy slide of his fingers through her hair. They moved well together. That thought made her smile as she sat back in her chair. "I've never had sex in a car," she answered him, briefly intrigued. He was right that the confined space would be limiting, but such things could be enjoyable in their own right... Ah, but she had other plans for this. She shook her head, reaching for her wallet. "Maybe some other time." She dropped some bills on the table and stood up, offering Jack her hand. "Are you up for a walk through the woods?" |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Jan 13 2009, 11:45 AM Post #19 |
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"I've never had sex in a car," X’ian’s gaze shifted thoughtfully before she drew out her wallet to pay the bill "Maybe some other time." Jack winked at her. “I’ll hold you to that.” Standing, Jack flashed a grin at the room as a whole because, yeah, they were both gorgeous weren't they? He winked at the middle aged waiter who discovered a sudden, intense interest in something at the other side of the room. "Are you up for a walk through the woods?" Slipping his hand to hers, Jack stood, slinging his coat over his shoulders and following her out. “For you? For this? Oh, I’ll run.” He was more than delighted to let her lead him wherever she wanted and relax into the simplicity of this. A beautiful partner. Good sex. Oh, and a chance to see her ship. He wanted her, he wanted that and it looked like he was going to get both. X’ian was going to get the best sex she’d had in a year, Jack had no doubts on that, and this was all win. How long since that had been true? Jack laughed at himself, shifting to slide a hand along X’ian’s hip as they walked. “Wanna see my spaceship, little sentient?” he murmured in Galactic-B, the punch line to a very old, widespread, terrible joke. Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Jan 13 2009, 03:13 PM.
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| X'ian Pargenait | Jan 14 2009, 01:45 AM Post #20 |
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X'ian's breath caught on a laugh as she led him into the trees behind the pub. He really could pass in any spaceport within a dozen sectors. Even if his humor was crude. Not that she minded. "That was my intention," she said wryly, winking at him before turning her attention to her footing. The ground here was uneven, sloping down to a creek that wound around the train tracks and further into the old quarries. "Though I suppose I could invite you to 'come see my videographs'. If you'd rather." |
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