fracturedrp | 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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The Vortex does, of course, put him back together and reverse the damage. It's essentially the same process as with any other Jack, and the Vortex knows exactly what it's doing, and what has to be and what Jack is, even if this Jack doesn't.

Coming around though? Is violent as hell. His hand clamps down on Jack's hand, reflexively. He tries to exhale before he inhales, half-gagging on air and the taste of blood in his throat. His eyes are open before he's really seeing -or at least before his brain is translating what he's seeing into useful information.

Disoriented and fucked up doesn't begin to cover it. He'll go back to smarting off soon enough but in that moment? He's terrified, confused, physically and emotionally out of control, and mentally just Not All There.

It was always something to see it from this end and it makes it less easier on Jack. He's surprised he's never snapped after what constantly happened to him and why being buried alive didn't do it to him.

Jack clenches the hand tight when the other grabs his hand, the violent return is worse than the death itself. The TARDIS is an absolute mess from this but the young girl is resilient enough to let two fixed points blow themselves to bit inside of her.

Lifting the body up on to his lap Jack looks at those eyes that are staring right back at him. His words were truth that he'd stay there to make sure this first death wouldn't be with Jack being alone.

Jack holds on tight to the other man and if there wasn't an emergency with the world, the possible collapse of the universe itself he'd hit his Doctor or any for good measure. "...Welcome back."

He does eventually orient, with some help of the tight grip the older man has on him. It's not... much but his eyes focus and stop staring, he's aware of his physical position and that he's been wrenched back to life and very much aware that he's been dead.

He blinks up at Jack, then turns his head and coughs with a grimace.

When the words sink in - the meaning of them- he just about loses it completely. He hasn't had time for not staying dead to become exhausting or a personal affront or a source of personal torment, but because he's not stupid. There are so many implications there, and they're... not good.

"Yeah. Thanks." His voice is wrecked, he's starting to shake, he's pale, and that's not physical, that's all panic. Restrained, barely controlled, realizing that he's got it relatively good -comparatively good, anyway- but all the reason in the world isn't going to make the emotion go away.

He holds on and he doesn't let go, not until of course the other doesn't need him. The first dead was the worse to get a grasp on. "If you don't want to make a habit of it don't." Jack's not the only fixed point roaming this universe and that one is a well kept secret.

The worlds Jack used weren't the best and perhaps he's become used to it or just cold to the entire thing. Still he holds onto the other, hugging the man to give that need of comfort that he never got.

He feels the other Jack shake and he watches his color drain from him. Still he holds on to him, its something Jack knows that can provide some form of comfort for him.

Physical contact's always going to be good for Jack, a good way to ground him and get him breathing and thinking again. "If there's a reason I'd want to make a habit of that, I don't want to know what it is," he says, after he's reasonably recovered. He extracts himself slowly from the other man's arms, and rubs his face with one hand. "Go take your shower. I've got the clean up handled."

Jack lets go of the other Jack, there's a crocked smile on his face. "There isn't any that I can think of." He's right. If Jack didn't get swept up with Torchwood, two great wars and other things that defined many of the older Jacks.

"You're not going to live out the 20th century, Torchwood as I knew it..You'll be fine." Jack does need a shower and to clean himself up. "She'll direct you to the showers." He finally heads up the stairs and towards his room.

He's got nothing more that he needs to say - the realization that he's lucky's not one that needs to be verbalized. He lets Jack go to his room and rather than go take his own shower and then clean up, and need to shower again, he just gets busy cleaning up.

Then he can shower, track down clothes, and get out of the TARDIS. He'll use it, but it still feels weird as hell for any version of him to have one of those things. Hell, it feels wrong for their to be more than one TARDIS, period. Or at least many versions of one TARDIS.

Either way? He'll get used to it.

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