Salvage Run - the slimy part

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Salvage Run - the slimy part
Topic Started: Sep 4 2009, 01:10 PM (139 Views)
Captain Jack Harkness	Sep 4 2009, 01:10 PM Post #1
Director, Torchwood-Three Posts: 2,623 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 7, 2008	“No,” Jack groaned, waving his wristband over the three barrels full of soggy, weedy, muddy junk sitting in the storage shed they used at the docks. Outside the gulls shrieked over garbage and the sun was struggling through the restless clouds stretching out towards the flat horizon. It was a pretty morning, except for the pile of junk and grimy equipment sitting in damp salt-water puddles waiting for them to do something about it all. Three cups of Starbucks coffee steamed on the hood of the truck outside. “No energy, no life forms bigger than shrimp, nothing valuable, cool or fun.” Most of it was smaller than his hand and identifiable bits of broken rocks, scraps of metal and cloth and maybe a few bones – fish or alien, or long lost human, he simply didn’t care. They were already mud to the knees and smeared with drying sea muck, penalty for digging through salvage dragged up from the bottom of the bay. The air smelled like dead fish and so did Jack’s hair. He picked up a broken Jaddiar tertiary baffle, worms writhed frantically in the puddle of muddy water caught in the bell curve. “We got all the good stuff. Let’s just fry the rest.” Jack wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead and sniffed it with a grimace. “We still have all the equipment to clean.”



Andy Davidson	Sep 4 2009, 03:43 PM Post #2
Office Tart Posts: 2,554 Group: Moderator Member #5 Joined: April 11, 2008	Andy wiped his hands off on his jeans and then winced when they came back equally filthy. "Tell me again why we haven't got some kind of shiny alien doo-dad to handle this bit?" Trawls, as it turned out, were just as miserable as Owen had said (and remembered, though it wasn't as if he needed the memory to confirm it any more). They'd found roughly nowt and he was freezing.



Captain Jack Harkness	Sep 5 2009, 10:55 AM Post #3
Director, Torchwood-Three Posts: 2,623 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 7, 2008	Jack shook his head, "Hey, the day the Earth dies I'm sure there will still be some poor schmuck who has to sweep up the mess." He dropped a heavy lid on the first barrel sealing the mess inside then fished a paint marker out to 'X' the side. "Okay, this one's for the incinerator." He nodded at the next. "That one too." "We can stop at that new Chinese place and get some take-away for lunch, see if it's worthwhile." Jack grabbed a bundle of diving gear and spread it out across a work bench, disconnecting the oxygen tank and rinsing the mud off the suit. "Andy, talk to Ianto when we get back and have him arrange diving lessons - so you can do something besides watch the winch." Jack sorted the equipment into piles and sprayed the suit down before setting it out to air dry. It was the sort of mindless work that let the rest of his mind work. Dr. Inglis was still at-large and, while the British government had managed to reclaim and isolate the Valiant, international pressure to get access to it was growing. "Speaking of miserable messes," he turned to lean against the bench, harness dangling from his hands as Jack absent mindedly checked each latch and connector ring and strap for weakness or wear. "The summer garden party is coming up." He wrinkled his nose at them. "You'll love that." Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Sep 5 2009, 11:05 AM.



Andy Davidson	Sep 5 2009, 11:18 AM Post #4
Office Tart Posts: 2,554 Group: Moderator Member #5 Joined: April 11, 2008	Andy snorted, picked up a stray rope, and began to coil it. "Like with tea and little sandwiches?" he asked, clearly amused. "Torchwood: undefeated at croquet since 1962." Diving lessons did sound pretty brilliant, though. Winches, on the whole, were less than impressive.



Martha Jones	Sep 5 2009, 12:58 PM Post #5
Torchwood's Finest Posts: 376 Group: Members Member #17 Joined: December 10, 2008	Martha frowned as she looked down at her mud-encrusted work boots and jeans streaked with dark mud, the bottom few inches of the jeans still wet. Jack had warned her this would be dirty work, but she hadn't been prepared for how dirty and difficult--as well as boring--it actually was. She was tired and filthy, and intended to take a very long, hot shower back at the Hub first thing. Fortunately, she had a change of clothes there. Martha took the equipment that Jack had finished cleaning and put it into the storage shed, as she felt awkward just standing around while Jack was still working. She snorted at Andy's comment on Jack's mention of the summer garden party, whatever that actually entailed. "I have the perfect dress for that," she said with a smile. "I might even be able to come up with a pair of white gloves for the occasion."



Captain Jack Harkness	Sep 6 2009, 02:23 PM Post #6
Director, Torchwood-Three Posts: 2,623 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 7, 2008	"Torchwood: undefeated at croquet since 1962." "Cricket," Jack corrected absentmindedly, glancing up to grin at them. "Used to be all the divisions had to field a cricket team - though really it was Torchwood-One vs. the rest of us." He bolted the last lid on the last barrel and gave a last glance around the shed to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything, grimy hands propped on his hips. "It was supposed to," Jack's lips twitched with amusement, "keep us civilized." "It's amazing what you can do with a cricket bat, properly motivated." He finished thoughtfully. "I have the perfect dress for that," Martha said with a smile. "I might even be able to come up with a pair of white gloves for the occasion." "So long as their bio-hazard safe, bring 'em on," Jack said as the last bit of miserable packing was done and he grabbed a rag to scrub off his hands, then opened the passenger side door with a flourish, inviting them to get in the truck so they could get the hell out of here. "Twice a year we take a wander through the parks and so on to weed out the alien flora that's crept through the Rift. It's very boring except for those moments of uh, excitement." Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Sep 6 2009, 02:24 PM.



Andy Davidson	Sep 7 2009, 12:25 PM Post #7
Office Tart Posts: 2,554 Group: Moderator Member #5 Joined: April 11, 2008	"Well, as long as we don't wind up getting picked up by a pack of Vaal worshipers, that sounds alright," Andy said and tossed the rope aside. He moved on to a couple of extension cables. "You know, I've got a cousin who's quite good at cricket if we need a bowler." Edited by Andy Davidson, Sep 7 2009, 12:25 PM.



Martha Jones	Sep 7 2009, 07:11 PM Post #8
Torchwood's Finest Posts: 376 Group: Members Member #17 Joined: December 10, 2008	Martha smirked. "Somehow I'm not surprised that neither croquet nor cricket are involved. Although I'm better at field hockey than I am at either of those. I was quite a good Midfielder in school. If the alien flora are susceptible to bashing with sticks, I'm in," she said, reaching for her coffee and stepping towards the door that Jack held open.



Captain Jack Harkness	Sep 9 2009, 07:02 PM Post #9
Director, Torchwood-Three Posts: 2,623 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 7, 2008	"The Va'al," Jack said, with a touch of fondness as he climbed into the truck and started it up, Martha and Andy squeezing in as well, and grinding the gears before he got everything in order and they headed back to the Hub. He caught sight of Andy's face and realized it was much more likely to be a media reference than a mention of the rather lovely monks who'd taught him some very interesting meditation techniques. Maybe Ianto would like to get a little enlightenment, Jack would be happy to tutor .... "Somehow I'm not surprised that neither croquet nor cricket are involved. Although I'm better at field hockey than I am at either of those. I was quite a good Midfielder in school. If the alien flora are susceptible to bashing with sticks, I'm in." "Bashing things with sticks is always a workable option," Jack agreed. "Just ask millions of years of evolution." Anyway," he waved at the back of the truck as he aimed the nose into a gap in the traffic that was too small now but wouldn't be in a moment, he was sure. "You lot will be free once we get back to the Hub, there's nothing but those barrels to finish up and I'll just haul them down to the sub-basement and toss them in the incinerator." Honking horns but no crunch meant he was right, size did matter, and they rattled through a yellow light as Jack took the last leg to the Hub. ooc: anyone can post them splitting up inside the hub and heading to their doom, then it's off to the various other threads



Andy Davidson	Sep 10 2009, 04:28 AM Post #10
Office Tart Posts: 2,554 Group: Moderator Member #5 Joined: April 11, 2008	Andy snorted, shook his head, but didn't press the issue. Someone clearly hadn't watched enough classic Star Trek. And, unlike Andy, it wasn't like Jack could plea his age. Having a life, maybe, or-- Well, he'd seen 1925. Plus, Torchwood kept things lively, didn't it? The showers were Andy's first priority upon returning to the Hub. God only knew what sort of muck they'd gotten into trawling the Bay. Still, a bit of hot water and soap and he'd feel right as rain... Edited by Andy Davidson, Sep 10 2009, 04:29 AM.



Martha Jones	Sep 10 2009, 08:06 AM Post #11
Torchwood's Finest Posts: 376 Group: Members Member #17 Joined: December 10, 2008	Martha sat back in the seat, tired from the night's work and aching for a hot shower followed by plenty of sleep. Jack's driving didn't alarm her, despite the honking horns and occasional screech of tyres around them as they headed back to the Hub. She suspected that she was one of the few people who actually appreciated Jack's skills behind the wheel, but that was because she'd spent a fair amount of time inside small spacecraft and knew what flying in them was like. She thought ahead to what she'd need to do before she could leave for her new flat. Owen probably had the Medbay well in hand, but she'd stop by and check in with him when she saw him, either before or after her shower. She should check her e-mail too, as there was a report she was waiting for from UNIT and it might have finally been sent. Hopefully there wouldn't be anything else she'd have to deal with immediately. She closed her eyes and sighed, wishing they were at the Hub already. It had been a long night, and she was more than ready for it to finally be over.


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