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Life's a Beach

When: Party Like it's 1957
Who: Jack Harkness

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Where: Wildwood, New Jersey 1957

What:

He made a promise to have a fun day, one fun day that was a bit more civilized for the 4th of July weekend. It was to be in the style of the life of a Time Traveler so it was to be in any part in the past or future. The past is always fun to revisit so 1957 was the era of choice and Alisa picked the location. It would be unknown except for maybe people in the metropolitan eras of New York City and Philadelphia, Wildwood, New Jersey.

Jack's TARDIS arrived on the beach disguised as a beach cabana and he stepped out in a pair of board shorts, with a beach umbrella, sun glasses and a chair. There's going to be more needed to take the wee ones out for the day.

This trip also included picking up Ianto and Toshiko to join the team on this outing. This also included anyone else who would of been interested in joining him on this trip.

((OOC: People can either tack on to this thread or spread out. The TARDIS is godmod worthy to go back between 21st century New York, Cardiff, 1790 Camping and of course back to 57 for beach times fun. If people do the group thread remember to be polite and take turns. Enjoy the 4th!))

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He laughs, warm and legitimately amused at being on the receiving end of what amounts to his own flattery. "Good thing I was warned there'd be a few of 'me' around. Might have been overcome by all the prettiness."

He's not being entirely serious, but there's some honesty there, anyway. The warning was a good thing, because this is... a little odd, even for him. Paradoxes and timelines and all.

Jack looks him over the face is a bit younger and Jack considers asking. "Yes, we've got a popular face around here. I'm going to have to ask just for the sake of it about your time line, what's the last thing you recall before ending up here?"

"Oh, there's plenty of pretty faces here," Jack teases, and he looks for a quiet place to talk. "Why don't we go somewhere less crowded and we can talk a bit."

"Last thing before I ended up here? Or the last thing before the Doctor picked me up, warned me about there being several of me running around?" What can he say - he's a smart ass, and more so when he's on edge.

He does climb to his feet though, brushing the sand off his pants once he's up. "Sounds like a plan. Lead the way."

"The last thing before The Doctor found you. There's quite a number of them too and with various faces." Jack figures he's not the only popular face around here. Jack can read himself well and he goes to move him down the beach in the direction he came towards a navy blue cabana.

There's of course a pair of chairs and among them some kids items. Jack pulls the door of the cabana open and it appears The Doctor isn't the only one with a TARDIS. "This is as good as it gets. It was a gift from my own but our time lines as well with universes may alternate at some point."

The interior of the console room resembles the old Cardiff HUB but on a smaller scale right down to the couch making up the design of the 'jump seat'.

He follows along, and follows Jack inside the TARDIS, at which point his expression falls to almost completely neutrality, because that's... just wrong on some level he can't explain and doesn't want explained to him. "Nice," he says, mildly and blandly. "The last thing I remember before I got picked up by some future-and-possibly-alternate-for-me version of the Doctor was getting shot by a Dalek on Game Station."

He's just... down to business, staying relatively close to the door, leaned sideways with a shoulder against the wall, arms crossed. He's never seen the HUB, Cardiff or otherwise, so it's not familiar but it's obviously a TARDIS, and he's not going any further into that thing. Not one owned by any version of him, anyway.

Why yes, he does trust the Doctor more than himself, regardless of version.

Jack curses under his breath about visiting a time that would of meant tourism came to life in a massive scale. This isn't exactly something he likes breaking out to someone new on those levels.

The mention of the Game Station stings Jack places his hand to his bare chest and he seems to feel the Dalek's shot rip through him as if it was yesterday. Jack looks at himself, the fact he was picked up by The Doctor instead of Torchwood was a blessing almost. "You're lucky he found you. You're not going to follow my same time line then." He's lucky, damn lucky that he won't go through the torment Torchwood put him through.

Jack wanders into the interior of the TARDIS to reach into one of the roundels for a pair of shot glasses and a bottle. The elder pulls out a bottle of fine Scotch. "I'm sure you can use a good drink after all of that. You just found out that dirty little trick of ours. The bit about immortality."

"Right. The question is, if that different path is just different or if it's going to break the ever-loving-shit out of something that's already broken."

He shakes his head slightly. "I'm obviously not dead. I hadn't made it all the way to 'immortal'." Which was just about completely lacking emotional response, but immortality? Is a huge concept, even for Jack. Who has died once. Big enough to make him dizzy, nauseated and thankful he's leaning against a wall. "Thanks for the offer, but - not drinking anything you're trying to give me. I don't-"

Then he realizes he doesn't care if there's something in it. He breaks off abruptly, takes the drink and says, "Thanks."

He keeps his head hung low and he eventually turns it around to face the other Jack. "It's different in that it won't break you in half."

"No, you're not..." Jack wanders over towards him and he places a warm hand on the other man's bare skin. "It was the biggest shock that I discovered not long after I arrived on Earth in the 1890's." He didn't forget it and he raises an eyebrow in thought that this Jack didn't come to grasps with it yet.

Jack's eyebrows quirk when he refuses the offer and he laughs a bit. "I didn't put anything in it. I'm not about to poison myself." He takes the glass and he knocks the glass back. "Your welcome."

There's a lot of up and down in the other man, and Jack has a hard time following it. At least for right now, though God knows he's never been the least emotional person in the room - any room. Unless, apparently, he's in a room with himself. "I was there for about ten minutes before I ran into bow-tie-boy," he says, takes the drink with a murmured 'thanks', before adding, more lightly: "I don't know, if I'm immortal, it wouldn't work anyway."

Then he takes his own shot, and finally moves away from the wall to put the glass back down somewhere.

Jack's not about to shut the doors of the TARDIS but once he's sure the other man comes inside he's going to consider a demonstration. Jack leans himself up against the railing the bottle of Scotch being placed on the jump seat. "Help yourself to the rest of the bottle."

"Do you want to prove that you're immortal?" Jack asks him, he can seal off the TARDIS to keep any of the others from coming up to find him and to hear a gunshot go off. "Your Vortex Manipulator should be working then seeing you didn't burn it out while looking for him."

"Given the diverging time-lines, I can only think of one way for you to prove I'm immortal, and if you're seriously considering that, you'd better be damn sure."

Okay, he doesn't trust the guy not to poison him, con him, or lie to him, but he does trust him not to kill him. That's... about right, actually. "And." He checks his vortex manipulator, and smacks it. "It's... iffy, but yeah, it looks like it's still trying to work, anyway." While he's still talking, he looks at hte bottle of scotch and in light of the fact that this is starting to sound more like truth than an elaborate ruse? He refills his glass and tosses back that second shot like it's water.

Walking over towards the console Jack goes to shut the doors leading to the console room. Jack knows he'll be responsible for him as soon as The Doctor gets tired of his itchiness. He moves his hands along the brim of the console and he pulls out a glock from under it.

He's had hundreds of years to perfect his skills from the Agency. Those same skills made him stinking wealthy and kept him occupied for the time being. "We can work on the manipulator a bit later but I wouldn't using it."

"I'm over two thousand years old worth of positive. The Daleks weren't shooting to stun that day." Jack slides the hammer of the gun back and he ponders the demonstration on himself. Jack puts the gun to the side of his head and he pulls the trigger. It's not an impressive show as the side of his head finds itself somewhere else in the TARDIS and he collapses in a heap.

It's a quick death and it's an even quicker fix as the energy from the Vortex begins to mend him back together again.

Jack stares at the 'demonstration', opens his mouth to point out to Jack that there is no way this is going to prove anything - Yeah, Dalek's brought Jack back, this Jack is two-thousand years old based on whatever happened, but there's no way to know it's the same thing, same cause, same intensity, same permenancy, same anything except single act. To say all this demonstration will prove is that two-thousand-year old Jack is immortal.

But he doesn't get the chance. There's a spray of blood and brain and bone, Jack collapsing to the floor - older Jack- and the blood drains out of the younger's face, he flinches away from the sound and sight, even if the Vortex is putting him back together. It's gross, it's creepy, he just watched someone blow their brains out, before even touching the 'reversal' thing, which is all sorts of bizarre.

And with that, he's just done. Grabs the bottle, drinks straight from it, until he's at least aware of the burn of alcohol. "Nice show," he says, flatly. "Really great demonstration. Fantastic visuals."

If he thought he could kill Jack, he'd... well think about it, if not try it.

Jack was going to be polite about it as he stays where his body lies with his face flat on the TARDIS floor. Of all wounds it was getting shot in the head that was a pain in the arse especially seeing Jack had to regain all sense of judgment in the process. This wasn't exactly smart either.

Eventually, the wound that was there is gone, bone, skin and hair are all back where they should be. There's some movement in Jack's hand and eventually, his lungs fill up with air as he gasps for that breath. Nice way to freak someone out, Harkness but it seemed to be an easy way to give some proof to the other.

Jack slowly pushes himself up from his position on the ground never mind the bit of gore he's got on himself. "Here I am in a room with another gorgeous man. Wow. I don't get a come back like that so often. Wait. No. I do." He laughs and he turns himself around on his backside.

He watches, dizzy and still seriously considering throwing up, light headed and, if he's honest about it, scared to the point of being near fainting, but he's not going to be honest about it. He's going to keep being Jack, which means bluffing like his life depends on it, not show anything he doesn't want to show, and going to look down at Jack. The other Jack. With his face, and the same borrowed name.

"Two thousand years haven't been good for your sanity, have they?" he asks, and - well, the most obvious tell that he doesn't offer the other man help up. He flops down on the floor. "And you probably want to go take a shower."

He leans back against the console and he'll need to clean up the console room before he opens the rest of the doors back up. The last he needs is for someone else to see this.

Jack remains on the floor for a bit and he holds his hand out for the bottle. "It's not something I do on a regular basis." Well, not anymore that is. The amount of times he did this stunt during his stint in a traveling show. "I'm not sure if it answered your questions. I'm sure it didn't other than making me come off as insane."

"Its a curse." Jack dryly says, and he rubs his hands together. "It would of been a blessing almost if I was still dead on the Game Station."

He gets up again - sort of, pivots around, kneels up, grabs the bottle and passes it across to Jack. "I can understand why," he says, with nothing but sympathy.

He's not personalizing it at all - because it's not him, and there's no actual evidence that there is - but there's plenty of proof that this guy? Is hurting like hell. He is still him, still better for being with the Doctor, and compassion and love are as much part of his personality as charm, manipulation, and sex.

"It makes the TARDIS make sense, though. Moving around - wouldn't fix it, but it has to be better than being stuck." Absolute warmth, concern, and compassion, still. Almost gentle.

And enough so, that he's making mental notes to offer to clean up this mess while Jack showers. Once Jack's a little less shattered, looking.

Jack takes the bottle and he takes a long drink, its been sometime since he's done something half foolish as this. He passes the bottle back. "Still, I never would of met half of the wonderful people I did if I was still dead." The sympathy he's grateful for and he reaches a hand up for the console and he looks to the door that will lead him to his personal quarters and of course showers.

This Jack's a bit of a family man these days, the chance in a hundred years to do the marriage thing again, children again and eventually it will crumble down on him again. "The Doctor made me a changed man. I've made up for it in these years for everything else I've done." Jack's immortality has made him the man that stands before the younger one.

"I still love Earth, it's been home since I burnt that old manipulator of mine out looking for him." Jack offers with a smile, sure the TARDIS is nice looking and she's warm, concerning and compassionate it never beats the need for real people.

He pulls a few levers on the console and the doors open. "I'm going to get a shower. If you want to find him again I won't stop you. I still uphold the ideals of that fight to save Earth and the universe. You're also free to look around."

Edited 2011-07-04 03:30 (UTC)

"I don't think I want to find him again right now." For a whole assortment of reasons, starting with his confusion and continuing through to just plain being pissed off at him. "I'll get out of here, though - after I clean up this mess."

He's standing up as he talks, putting the bottle back where Jack got it from, and the glasses with him.

"Are you sure about homelessness at this point?" Jack wouldn't blame the younger him, oh he wanted to punch The Doctor when he saw him. He nods his head down one of the hallways. "You're welcomed to stay here. We'll be headed back to New York at some point."

He walks over towards a flight of stares and he puts his barefoot on the first step. His hand hanging on the railing. "I wouldn't trust your manipulator right now. I came to believe something from the Daleks damaged it when I got shot."

He turns around the gun still resting on the ground and he nods his head towards it. "Still you might want that gun if you're going to wander."

He tries to take all that in, and almost succeeds. "I'll think about finding a room," he says, slowly and carefully. "if you're sure. I don't trust the manipulator at all right now." Which is good enough and yeah, he's... lost, suddenly, and that's not even touching the 'immortality thing', but. Of all the questions he has, at least the one that's simplest to answer is: "Why do I need to carry a gun if I'm going to wander?" He's moving toward the gun, anyway, stooping down to pick it up.

"She'll make one to your liking and make point you in the right direction." Jack knew the ins and outs of living in a sexually repressed century, he's sure if he's a man with his name finding someone to shag might be in order one of these days. "There's some dangers on Earth."

Now it's time to explain the Rift. "There's something here called The Rift it sometimes brings people, allows The Doctor and the TARDIS to either travel through to other universes, refuel and sometimes it deposits the less than savory creature on Earth."

He heads up the steps only to stop at the landing and there's a smile on his face. "I've got a century's worth of dealing with it during my time with Torchwood."

"I'm really not concerned about how much I do and don't like it right now." That he's disinterested in sex right now? Says Everything about his mental, emotional, and even physical state.

He looks at the gun in his hand, makes sure he understands the mechanisms, realizes it's relatively simple and nods. "Great. Should I genuflect or just clean your brains off the walls and keep my mouth shut?"

No, he wasn't seriously being that being of an asshole - just a smart ass, and his tone was relatively gentle.

He feels for himself, he recalls the confusion, the being lost during this and most of all he was alone. "You're lost and alone, or at least you feel it. I know it. I was there.." Jack looks at the gun that the other Jack picked up.

"I'll take care of the brains problems." Jack's worried about the one thing of this Jack. "I was alone when for each death. If you would like..." Jack steps down and he looks at the other Jack. "I can make sure you're not alone." Oh, to hell about things like paradoxes as if this universe isn't a paradox on its own.

He laughs at the tone of the younger Jack. "Oh, how much I miss those days when I could be a total asshole and a smart ass. This entire being the big responsible boss thing... it has it's moments."

"What are you going to do, follow me around and wait for me to die?" he says, as amused as he is confused. And yes, he's lost and alone and Jack's got that right enough that he doesn't bother verbally clarifying it - silence can speak volumes and this omission is not an exception. "I'll take the 'big responsible boss' as a 'yes' to the genuflection, by the way." There's a smile there with that, though. Faint, but mostly -

Belatedly he realizes that Jack was glancing at the gun - or looking at it. He glances to it, then back up at Jack and gets it. "Company would be good." And yep, still got a hefty dose of fear of death, more than. What he isn't is a coward. Not anymore. His own words to the Doctor -'better off a coward' - echo in his mind. "You'd better be really sure."

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