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OOC: IM RP logs [21 Jul 2010|05:53pm] [ mood | organized ] Last updated: August 23 Logs are in Microsoft Word .doc format and total up to several mb, or about 1/4 of that if you download the compiled zip which I'll try to keep updated. With few exceptions, assume that these logs are not safe for work and that various kink warnings may apply. ( More and links behind the cut ) 5

Wedding! [06 Aug 2009|03:44pm] "Wedding day! Wedding, wedding, wedding day!" It's not much of a song, but Jack's too giddy-cheerful not to sing-song it as he's finishing up the last touches on the pre-ceremony dinner. The Luggage can help with reception food, sure, but this is different. At Ianto's suggestion and since they're going for more formal than other dinners, they're already dressed up for it. A nice but light three course dinner, then the ceremony itself-- "WEEEDDIIING!"-- to conclude at sunset, and the reception under the full moon. Jack sing-songs in his tuxedo over to make sure the cake is ready to go for the reception as well, then figures it's all ready. "Now we just need our guests and we'll eat!" He grabs up Ianto for a twirl around the kitchen while they wait. "Wedding!" 362

Ongoing Archive Notes: Volume M-03 [22 Jul 2009|11:32pm] ONGOING ARCHIVE NOTES VOLUME M-03 ALIEN ACTIVITY: None that I noticed. I really shouldn't use my old Cardiff template because we're not exactly hard at work here, are we? Well, except when Ianto is hard at work. I benefit plenty from that. RIFT ACTIVITY: Alas, still none. I never thought I'd miss Myfanwy or even Janet to any real extent, but it'd be nice to have something interesting dropped on us or to drop us. The good kind of interesting, that is, not the may-you-live-in-interesting-times kind. SECURITY: One of the elderly female clients got turned around and accidentally wandered into our living room when she meant to go out for her ride home; I happened to be watching a very enjoyable home video at the time, so I wasn't as quick to react as I could've been. Luckily for me but probably a loss for her, she's got enough difficulty seeing and hearing that she didn't realize what she'd walked into on the TV. Poor dearie. I'll have to make sure I lock that door when clients are over. No accidents with Q's plants yet, I think, but he might deal with any results of falls into hedges before I can see them. STAFF: Ianto and I will be continuing our preparations for the glorious event; hopefully Gwen won't kill us when we get back. I should look into what will happen to benefits and all that after. I signed off on Gwen's for Rhys without really looking at the details. And we still need to talk to Q about coming and if he might give us some assistance. We've got to thank him for the polyjuice, too. Maybe with cake!       782

Ongoing Archive Notes: Volume M-02 // Polyjuice [09 Apr 2009|07:19pm] ONGOING ARCHIVE NOTES VOLUME M-02 ALIEN ACTIVITY: Not really alien, but it could pass for it in some parts. Q(uirinus Quirrell), a wizard whom Ianto employs around the grounds for prettiness (of the grounds, not that Q doesn't have his own prettiness), demonstrated a magical potion to us called "polyjuice" that has a polymorphic affect on those who drink it. I'm not sure if that sounded scientific or Dungeons and Dragons. The point is that it appears to temporarily rewrite someone's expressed physical traits based on someone else's DNA put into the mix. And it tastes bad. Very bad. I've had alien drinks that turned out indigestible by humans and what came back up tasted like that. I may or may not be exaggerating. RIFT ACTIVITY: Q inexplicably magicked up some coins that appear to be from both Ancient Greece and wizards. Possible temporal fluctuation causing that? This area's a mess of activity, after all. I don't really know magic or the supernatural since almost all cases of it Torchwood's encountered have a more natural, if extraterrestrial, explanation. SECURITY: The security of my attire was threatened with an energetic assault. For its own protection, it was quarantined. STAFF: Through polyjuice, Ianto and I temporarily exchanged appearances. Thorough investigations were conducted to insure that no staff members were adversely affected by the transformation. OTHER STAFF ISSUES: Nice staff, Ianto.       455

Ongoing Archive Notes: Volume M-01 [09 Mar 2009|04:15am] ONGOING ARCHIVE NOTES VOLUME M-01 ALIEN ACTIVITY: A number of alien or otherwise non-human beings exist here: a pair of Time Lords, an android, a supposed avatar of death, and more. As of late, things are quiet on the alien front. Also the alien rear. RIFT ACTIVITY: How would I know? I'm in Margate, not Cardiff. As for whatever's-happening-here activity, nothing to report as of starting this volume. It's been awhile since we had a new "arrival." However, we seem to have a case of spatial genetic multiplicity— there's a vampire here who looks ridiculously like John Hart except bleached blond and slightly less aged. It's different seeing an instance of it instead of hearing about it in a more academic sense. It's very different when the example looks like that psychopath. Gorgeous, though. SECURITY: Since the previous offer of a security assessment by Sherlock Holmes is not possible because he's dead, we'll have to look into other measures to keep the house secure. It's not exactly a secret underground base and we aren't doing our work out of it, but we might as well secure it. OTHER SECURITY ISSUES: Katerina continues to employ her ability to sneak into the pantry. I'm beginning to suspect she's eaten more crisps than we have. She also managed to let herself and Anatoly out; he was discovered sleeping in a pile of laundry, and she was indulging herself in scritches from one of the clients. I wasn't impressed. Okay, maybe a little. If she wasn't a bad girl for it, I'd have to applaud her. STAFF: No idea what Gwen's up to, and plenty of what Ianto is. The two staff members present in Margate may or may not have earned a "do not serve" mark at a local pub for obscenity. Who could they be? We'll have to see when we go there again if we're allowed back in the door. Surely we drew in more business from curious people than we scared off? We should be on the pub payroll, like those party girls hired to draw people into clubs. Also, party boys. I'd be a good one— with a jawline like this? Oh yes. Hopefully I didn't earn a banning from a second pub by strolling around in my underwear, though again, would that make business go down? Pun intended. OTHER STAFF ISSUES: My own in this case. Got a visit and an offer from the real Captain Jack; declined for the foreseeable future. May not have been one of my wiser decisions, but it seemed right at the time. A very uncomfortable conversation with his new partner confirmed that. I think. As Ianto said, it'd be better if I could have coffee with him every week than sex with him once, though right now, I'm not sure anything like that'll happen, either.

A birthday gift [03 Feb 2009|12:03am] On (the real) Jack's birthday, a rose shrub is delivered to his house accompanied with a note. It isn't the time of year for it to flower yet, so there's a picture of what it'll look like when it really blooms. ( The note is... )

Cards [31 Dec 2008|10:51pm] There's a piece of mail that Jack has been considering for awhile— taking out, pondering, putting away again, taking back out, debating with himself how to respond. "I haven't seen you around the pub lately. Everything okay? -J" If he'll respond isn't the problem; of course he'll respond. But how? That's harder. What's he supposed to say? It's been half a year since they talked, and that was only once and over the phone. Only once since the Captain had suggested they just be friends and take it from there, and it took a month after that to even talk over the phone. Jack had tried going to the pub when it opened, seeing if they'd finally get to talk again, but it hadn't happened. The Captain had barely looked at him, and then Jack was really just assuming that maybe the Captain had looked his away because it wasn't eye contact. And he just... gave up, really. Defense mechanism, maybe, staying away since the Captain hadn't tried to see or talk to him and Jack figured he should just let the Captain get on with his new life instead of trying to be part of it. Better to get on with the work of getting over the Captain since apparently they weren't going to stay friends, so with there being little sense in holding out hope of friendship, there was even less sense in hoping for more. But then the card, like the Captain actually had been expecting to see him around and did worry about why he wasn't there. It left Jack very, very confused. He'd already lost the Captain once, after all, the death that he couldn't prevent yet turned out to not really be death since the Captain ended up in Margate instead. Losing the Captain again while still alive was in some ways easier since Jack had already done his mourning awhile ago, and at least this still left some possibilities, unlike death. But Jack had had to get over him and get on with his own life, too. At least, he thought he was mostly over him. It still hurt. He really can't figure out much to say or how to say it after the months of silence, so he keeps it very brief and sends it along to the provided address. "Hi. I'm not much for pubs since Victoria's time. Most things okay, some not. You? — CJH" 116

Continuing [08 Oct 2008|04:43am] Continuing what started on this post due to whitescreening. 279

Continuing [08 Oct 2008|02:19am] Plotline continued from here. The cab ride home is a bit disorienting, the movement jostling Jack and Ianto, streetlights flashing through the windows. Any other time they're in a situation like this, they aren't in a vehicle. Furniture, floor, or bathtub, but not a vehicle. Jack holds on a bit tighter with the unfamiliar sensations, trying to only let Ianto in. His vague mental state does plenty to keep most else out. Thankfully, the driver gets the hint that small-talk wouldn't be appreciated, driving without speaking to them. The cab pulls up into their gravel drive and parks with the engine running. Jack sighs as they stop. "Here?" 614

Letters [30 Aug 2008|12:57am] Jack checks the mailbox expecting to find envelopes for the spa, but is surprised to find among them a slightly torn piece of paper with "J Harkness" on it. It's hardly a secret that he lives here, but he doesn't know the handwriting and can think of few people who would send him any kind of note. It wasn't sent through the postal service, so someone had to physically deliver it themselves. He carries the spa mail in to give to Ianto before he turns the paper over, and then he stares at it in confusion and surprise. First because of the Cyrillic; he hasn't read that in awhile. "прошу прощения Алехеи Крыцек" Very rusty. It takes him some thinking back to the Cold War (what kind of a "war" was that, doing more fighting with alien threats than Soviets) to remember what the letters are, and that doesn't give him the first line. Does give him the last, though. Alexei Krycek. Huh? Jack flips the paper over as if to make sure it really said "J Harkness" and not "I Jones" on it, because it's hard to believe. Maybe it's a Russian insult— but why would he risk that when Ianto is likely to check the mail and might actually recognize it? He thinks over the letters and tries them out loud, and when the sound of it clicks in his memory, he lets the paper slip out of his fingers, shocked. "I'm sorry." Krycek is sorry? Actually apologizing? Not to his face, but any kind of apology at all... Jack numbly collects the note and finds a fresh piece of paper. He has to do this, for Ianto, and let it catch up to him later. His writing isn't as neat as usual and he's not certain if he's getting the letters right or even using the correct words. "Я простил вас — CJH" Forgiving him. Jack has to. While he doesn't know where Krycek lives, Ianto might know. And if nothing else, Krycek does come by to check on his puppies, so it could be hand-delivered if necessary. Some relief starts to spread through him, though he's still stunned. He should show it to Ianto. Translate if necessary. Check online to confirm that he isn't mistaken about it out of hope that Krycek would actually feel some remorse. 538

Puppies [22 Jul 2008|06:30pm] Following on from this Alex and Ianto thread. Jack hums to himself as he heads up the grounds to the house— their house for now, their home— carrying a shopping bag. He's not sure if Ianto will still be working, but might as well get on back home so he'll be around when Ianto finishes, if he hasn't already. It takes a little shifting to get his key out and unlock the back door, but he manages it. Going through the front might mean strolling through some clients if they're still around, and while he doesn't care if they have a look at him and speculate, it might be a little disruptive. He gets the door shut behind him and heads on through to the living room. And... "... Huh?" ... Puppies. Puppies? 428

Jack is... in, out, and around [17 Jul 2008|12:28am] Sometime after Jack has moved into the TARDIS, he leaves a letter in the TARDIS library since that's where the Doctor spends much of his time, and the Doctor wasn't available to tell in person when it happened: ( The letter behind cut ) He indeed comes by plenty, what with Ianto busy with work and Jack needing some company and entertainment during the day. Sitting around the house watching movies isn't a bad thing, but he's used to lots of action, so he heads out often during those work hours. And it's quite convenient to pay a visit to people living in Holmes's house, considering that the TARDIS is right there in the garden. OOC: Since various threads got dropped with the Holmes house crowd (Holmes, Iago, Xel, a few with Dora), I thought I'd offer a post to start new threads with them, horray! Feel free to catch Jack around the garden-- or be caught by him! ETA: Also, got a shiny layout up for Jack and it makes me happy. Yay! 29

Phonecall [22 Jun 2008|06:42pm] Jack toys with his mobile for awhile, thumb moving to and away from the number over and over. The TARDIS's coral ceiling overhead in his bedroom isn't unpleasant to look at, but you can only stare at a ceiling for so long. It may be too soon to make a call, no idea how long you're supposed to wait with these things, but he's missing the Captain and feeling impulsive, and a phonecall seems like the most reasonable option to get back in touch. No awkwardness of keeping their hands to themselves, that's important. Hard to start over and be friends if you're trying to resist the urge to pounce. Well, what the hell, worth a call. He hits the button to call the Captain and waits to see if it's picked up. 60

Post-cafe [17 May 2008|02:37am] Continued from here. Jack never makes it back into the café after his talk with Xellos, too rattled by what Xellos said. He can't deal with talking to anyone else right now when who he needs is to see the Captain, not them. After heading back to L's house and up into their bedroom, he sits there on the bed to wait, hands folded between his knees. 140

OOC: JB on CJH [16 May 2008|01:11am] John Barrowman on Captain Jack for a Doctor Who DVD special: ( Transcript! )

Post-Alex [04 May 2008|03:37am] After his time down at the café discussing and listening to others go on about bad habits, Jack walks home very gingerly. On the plus side, he's come back with a harmonica, some interesting new associations with a vaguely sentient piece of luggage and a rather adorable kid who he's read about before, and a shiny gift from the Doctor. Slightly more questionable is the sparkly, light blue nail varnish on his toes— not just his toenails, spread around them as well. (Mental note: don't have a little kid paint your toenails if you ever want painted toenails.) A very definite downside of the evening, of course, is coming away from it with a knee in the crotch. He'd rather have had a punch in the face or gut than that. Hell, as he'd said to the Doctor, everyone but Tosh had punched him in the face, deservedly. He's using to taking punches. But a blow to the groin (and not the good kind) really smarted. Appropriate, really, since that wasn't a smart move on his part. Heading into the kitchen, he fixes himself up a bag of ice, then heads up to his and the Captain's room with it. He hangs his coat in the closet and then snags a towel from the bathroom to put the ice on before he carefully sits down on their bed. He moves carefully as he gets his boots and socks off, wincing as he gets his trousers off, and he leaves them in a heap on the floor with his waistcoat, button-down, and t-shirt. Might as well be comfortable. Sprawling back on the bed in his boxer-briefs, he lets out a loud sigh of relief as he ices himself. There's something really, really funny about icing his crotch while he lies there with sparkly toes, and he has himself a good laugh about that. Gotta laugh at the absurdities in life, really. The harmonica fell on the bed while he was undressing, so he stretches over to grab it so he can idly play it while he waits. 26

After the bakery [24 Apr 2008|11:13pm] [[OOC note: Because things were played way out of order across different threads, here is rough chronological breakdown to help with the reading order as far as what's posted: Jack and the real!Jack reuniting and going on their first date, Jack answering Ianto's return phonecall, Jack returning to talking with the real!Jack, Jack and real!Jack in the morning, Jack meeting with Ianto at a bakery, after-bakery Ianto and Alex talk and this post you're reading now is of after-bakery Jack and real!Jack talk. Following this, we've got Alex sometime after the separation, some very extended play between Jack and Ianto in a large Word document available by request, and later after that Ianto and the Doctor talking.]] After finishing up his talk with Ianto at the bakery, Jack heads on back to— what should he call it? L's house, the place where the real Captain Jack Harkness lives, home-away-from-home? Whatever he should call it, he's going back to the Captain to have that lunch date and spend the rest of the Captain's day off together. Jack will need to tell him about the talk with Ianto— uncertainty about the temporal or dimensional differences but certainty that they want to keep their relationship together despite oddities like that, once they've both discussed it with their respective partners. He has no idea yet precisely how to bring that up, but the Captain needs to have that confirmed before their own relationship can progress. The Captain needs the chance to back out. It makes Jack ache to even consider that it might be too much for the Captain to accept despite saying that Jack is worth it. Rejecting it wouldn't surprise Jack; in these past centuries, it hasn't exactly been common for people to maintain equal romances with more than one person at the same time, so most people can't believe that it can be done. Jack and Ianto both easily accepted that the other additionally loves someone else; as Ianto pointed out, it'd be hypocritical if either of them was jealous of the other for that. And maybe more to the point, Jack does come from a very different time that has no issues with such things, so why would he suddenly be bothered by it? But the Captain has little reason to accept or understand that this really is possible. Hopefully Jack can make up for the pain it will put the Captain through, make it really worth it, make the Captain happy. Jack also considers that he needs to address what he declined to during breakfast or the night before, what was too much to talk about when they were enjoying themselves. It's never easy to even think about his family, and to talk about them will be very difficult. But he's willing to, for the Captain, make himself vulnerable like that. And on a less heavy note, he thinks it will be fun to describe how he flustered he was at how quickly Ianto identified Jack's love for the Captain; it was very apparent. Maybe that will brighten things a bit, to hear how obvious it is. The Captain doesn't want to think about Ianto, but it might help to know that Ianto really believes that Jack and the Captain are great for each other. Jack unlocks the door and strolls into the entryway, cheerfully hollering, "Hi, honey, I'm home!" 22

Flashback / Flashforward [09 Apr 2008|07:51pm] ( MAJOR SPOILER WARNING for Torchwood series 2 finale. Potentially disturbing and/or depressing content. Again, MAJOR SPOILER WARNING )

Dancing on scene [09 Mar 2008|10:25pm] Laughing, Jack spins in circles with a diary clutched in one hand, greatcoat swirling with his movements. "Come on," he says, "just one little--" He spins to a halt and stares at his surroundings. Definitely not the Plass any more. And though he was talking to Ianto just a moment ago, no Ianto. But the Rift activity monitor hadn't been going off, and Jack should've noticed an impending shift. He brings a hand up to his earpiece and tries to get a response. "Tosh? Gwen? What's going on?" Nothing, but that's not a surprise. Could be much too far for it to carry. He tucks the diary into a large inside coat pocket and takes out his mobile phone to see if there's even phone service, hoping he's just shifted geographically and not temporally. There's reception, but the signal's apparently not getting picked up at the Hub. "Ianto, I've a feeling we're not in Cardiff anymore." Not that Ianto's next to him to hear it, apparently didn't shift like Jack did, but it helps Jack stay light-hearted in his frustration. He taps his earpiece again and tries. "Ianto, are you out there? Anyone?" This would really be a good time for his Vortex Manipulator to not be broken. At least the rest of the technology in the wriststrap still works. He pushes buttons, calling up his current coordinates in space and time. "Oh, that shouldn't be possible," he mutters. Perfectly possible that he's shifted into Kent and in the same year, but sliding a reality over? The Doctor said the walls were closed. How could he be in a parallel reality, unless something opened them again? Well, he certainly couldn't go disappearing right in front of CCTV cameras and Ianto's eyes without the team scrambling to figure out what the hell happened to him. Knowing them, they'd probably do everything they could to find a means to contact him and bring him back. Hopefully they'd learned well enough that it better not involve any Rift opening this time. In the meantime, better stay patient for a possible shift back, see if there's a parallel Torchwood in this world that could assist... and maybe swear at the wriststrap a few times for good measure. 658

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