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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.

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

Thanks. I like it myself.

[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.]

Oh yeah? How so? [He's just grinning.]

If you didn't, you wouldn't be doing that, wouldja?

Well, I guess not. [...Alright, so he might be showing off the coat a little. So sue him.]

S'alright. You're allowed to like things nowadays.

Oh, am I? That's a good thing to know about this century, I guess. [There's a bit of a teasing grin.]

{Curiouser and curiouser.]

You usually wind up somewhen else?

Oh, well, that depends on who I'm with and where I am. Sometimes I do.

Do you got a way to do that here?

Not really. The Doctor's tried, but nothing's worked.

Oh.

[Well, of course it wouldn't've worked. It was a bit silly to even think it might.]

That figures, huh?

Unfortunately. It'd be brilliant to go travelling again.

[Bucky's eyes are stuck at the sidewalk, but he turns his chin up, to say:]

Huh? Oh— yeah, I'll bet.

[Stupid, he thinks. Stupid to even get his hopes up. Of course they wouldn't leave a loophole like that. He was trapped, and that was the whole heads and tales of it. Bucky hadn't thought he minded so much, anymore, but the second he thought he could get back that all twisted upside down.]

[Jack's giving him somewhat of a sympathetic look, at that.] It's hard. Sometimes I think I'd much rather be back in another time entirely.