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[comesback]

WHO: Jack Harkness (comesback) and YOU!
WHERE: Anywhere around the City, feel free to let me know.
WHEN: Sometime Saturday.
WARNINGS: Jack is his own warning.
SUMMARY: Jack wanders, keeps an eye on things, and hits on people. ...And wanders some more.
FORMAT: Words? No, really, whatever, I'm just starting with actionspam.


[The City has gotten much duller, lately, with the departure of Sherlock, then Lestrade, and now Jim. Jim, who the Doctor had asked him to keep an eye on. So he had, but then he left, and all that interesting vague spy-work that he'd gotten almost used to doing again was gone. So he has taken to walking, keeping an eye on things around the City when he can, sometimes driving. It's important to be knowledgeable about potential threats, even in a city as big as this one. (Sometimes, he felt, it was much easier to do this in Cardiff. But there, he'd had a team and computers and a base. Here, it was much more difficult.) So this morning, he is walking, hands in his coat pockets and looking as innocent as you please, just ignore the fact that he looks like he's stepped right out of World War 2.


Later in the day, he's holed up in one of his favorite bars. In the evenings, they have swing-dancing and dinners. He has been known to take more than a few dates there. Tonight, however, he's willing enough to be available and flirtatious -- what, he's bored. So here he sits at the bar, a martini in hand and lounging most attractively. Feel free to say hello.


Still later, for those who are more nocturnally inclined -- Jack has never slept much since his arrival in the City. Tonight is no exception, mostly because he's managed to sneak out of whoever he's spent the night with's flat and is heading home. Danger? Pff. He doesn't care, he has his gun and his bravado, he's pretty certain he'll be alright. He might, also, be taking the opportunity to stand atop some tall buildings and look dramatic. (So sue him, if he likes the way his coat flaps in the wind.) Sometimes he likes getting a better vantage point than from the streets.

Comments

[centralsgreatest]

[ Wally notices Jack's outfit as he passes, mostly because it stands out. He doesn't really think anything of it, just notices.

A few blocks later he notices it again, as they pass each other. Life is funny like that sometimes, you know?

When he notices it a third time after turning a corner and coming up behind the man, he chuckles to himself. The guy doesn't seem to be going anywhere specific any more than he is. ]

Beautiful day, isn't it?

[comesback]

[Jack turns and gives him a bemused grin, shrugging his shoulders. Despite the fact that his coat is pretty clearly RAF-issue, he doesn't sound English in the slightest.]

It is. Finally getting cold enough that I can wear my coat again.

[centralsgreatest]

Gotta love this early Fall weather. [ He takes a deep breath of the cool air. It's nice. ]

It's a nice coat, I can see why you'd be excited to wear it. [ Maybe he got it in a thrift store. Thrift stores have nice stuff like that. ]

[comesback]

Of course it is. You'd be surprised how many people like this coat.

[centralsgreatest]

Sounds like it was a pretty good buy.

[ex_loveknot297]

[Vesper has an idea of what she wants, and that involves finding a good bottle of wine, but where exactly to find it remains a bit of a mystery. She can't say she's new anymore, but being that she keeps a fair amount to herself, this ends up being a bit of an adventure for her.

She passes Jack and his outfit catches her attention. He looks as if he walked straight out of history. Admittedly, a fair amount of people looked like that here. At first, she just smiles politely at him but curiosity got the better of her.]

Enjoying your stroll?

[comesback]

[And Jack is rather automatically giving her a flirtatious grin. It comes with the territory, what can we say.]

Yes, now that it's cooled down enough to enjoy this sort of thing.

[ex_loveknot297]

[Aha, just like someone else she knows.]

Not a fan of warmer weather, I take it.

[comesback]

[...Well yeah, there's a reason they're trollin' bros.]

I'm used to Cardiff. It's mostly rain and gray there.

[ex_loveknot297]

Cardiff. You're from Wales?

[governorkang]

The swing-dancing looked fun, but Kang was there to watch, be sociable, and have a couple of drinks, not to dance himself. He knew he'd make a complete fool of himself, and regardless, he'd never really been one for dancing anyways (barring a few impromptu victory dances during battles in the War of the Lance); that was more Slith's thing. He smiled to himself at the thought, briefly wondering what his friend would look like shoved into a human body as he ordered a drink from the bar, a few feet away from Jack.

[comesback]

Jack was more of the type for dancing if he had a partner with him. Since he didn't, he was content to sit at the bar and people-watch. ....Yes, that did include the people near him, so -- Kang is getting a bit of a nod and a wink.

"Don't think I've seen you here before."

[governorkang]

The wink was a little odd, but Kang simply blinked and nodded back in greeting. "I heard about this place from a coworker, and thought I'd visit."

[comesback]

Well, he'll simply have to be a bit more obvious then, won't he? Not quite yet, he doesn't want to scare the fella off, but -- slowly. "It's a pretty good bar. I come here pretty often."

[governorkang]

"I'm still fairly new to the City. It does seem pretty interesting; I haven't heard this type of music before," Kang's beer arrived, and he took a drink from it. Then, he held out a scar-covered hand. "Name's Kang."

The idea that another male would ever be interested in him wasn't even a blip on his radar.

[deadthenred]

[Bucky can never sleep since his dreams have a tendency to turn into Steranko hellscapes. No, wait, that's not true, he can sleep, wherever, whenever, but only for short stretches of time. The army'll work you over.

He goes walking, a lot, to clear his head. He doesn't usually run into guys posing dramatically on the tops of buildings.]

[comesback]

[Well, Jack doesn't do it all that often. Only when he's really bored. ...Which he is, obviously. Anyway, he can't help but notice Bucky, and gives him a bit of a wave.]

Hullo.

[deadthenred]

[He's startled, for a second, since he was maybe thinking of the dramatic posing guy as part of the scenery, not someone that could look at you back. ]

You got a nice coat.

[comesback]

[No, Bucky, he is not a weeping angel or anything of the terrifying statue sort. Sorry.]

Thanks. I like it myself.

[deadthenred]

[In his defense there are definitely people who pretend to be statues that crowd the streets of cities, begging to be gawked at.]

Yeah, you can tell.

[He takes on a know-it-all tone.]

[red_robin]

Late night. Tim is used to rooftops, and these ones are becoming more familiar. What he isn't used to is seeing strangers up here in the middle of the night without costumes. He sure wouldn't come up here in street clothes, but that's him. As it is, he's glad for the anonymity the costume provides. He's sure more people than he'd like are aware of who he is behind the mask, but hopefully this man isn't one of them.

He approaches Jack from the side, not wanting to startle him too much. You never know what some obviously unbalanced guy in a trench coat might be doing up here, after all.

"Nice view, isn't it?"

[comesback]

Obviously unbalanced? Jack prefers to think of himself as dashing and good-looking, thank you very much.

"It is," he agrees, turning to shoot a bemused grin at Tim. "Do you dress like this for every anonymous bloke you meet on a rooftop, or am I just special?"

[red_robin]

Tim's mouth twitches. At least the man in the coat has a sense of humor. Hopefully he isn't armed.

"Old habits die hard," he replies, answering the question obliquely, "and anonymity is important to me. You hang out rooftops at all hours for fun?"

[comesback]

Oh, he's armed, he just chooses not to display the fact. He's generally always armed, with that lovely little revolver of is. Never hurts to be too cautious, does it?

"Sometimes I do," he answers with a cheerful grin and a shrug. "Can't beat the view, and I like rooftops. Good spots for thinking." Or brooding. Or whatever.

[red_robin]

"So you just come up here to see the sights? Seems...kinda weird, doesn't it? I mean, I don't see anyone else just hanging around up here."

He knows what that sounds like; obviously HE'S hanging around up here himself. He was just patrolling for the time being; nothing is going on tonight. But there's no use just offering up that kind of information.

He's not entirely convinced that the guy isn't someone suspicious, so he can't walk away just yet.