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When: Masters Wardrobe Plot
Who: Jack Harkness

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Where: The Camp

What: Jack was outside and he's interacting with his new friend a brilliantly silver colored baby dragon that's the size of a retriever. The immortal is giving his new long lived pet a chicken leg. "I still need to name you there!" The young creature that one of the members of the camp gave him is quite hungry as he snatches up the chicken from Jack's hand. The baby red dragon was quick to abandon him for Ianto instead. Its okay, Jack's grown fond of this guy.

"I'm terrible at giving things name. Okay, you're not a thing.." Jack's stumped at finding a name for his newly found friend. "Still you're a bit much for a gift."

It huffs out a bit of frosty air at Jack and he's ready for something else to eat. "Frosty? No. I don't think that sounds dragonish. St. George? You're not red. Draco? Its not imposing enough. Maybe we can get Ianto to figure out something clever in Welsh."

There's a burp and a little spark of electricity that follows it. Jack's not sure he wants to figure out what the frost is. "At least you're a lot better than a dog in the end. Intelligent, loyal, strong and my guess is you have something to do with weather instead of fire."

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Jack looks back over towards Gwen, he's gotten used to the gender swapped version of himself and he heard about Joan. He lets the little dragon nom on the diamond. "I was thinking along the lines of Spike." Yes, yes Jack do it just to pick on poor Liz from when she had her own 'dragon' he wouldn't let her keep.

Jack just uses his arm to keep Gwen balanced and he looks at the kid for a moment. "Yes, you did and I found him just like you said I would. Thanks." Jack can only begin to imagine what would of happened if the two never crossed paths.

"Yes, like Gwen said there's lots of familiar faces and some not so familiar faces here." Jack adds, and he looks at Gwen with a smile. "I'm not sure what I would do myself with duplicates of Alisa, Lyssa or yourself Gwen."

"Orgies." Iorwen put in easily, her tone light and joking. "Its good to see you well Gwen. I suppose I should introduce myself proper. I'm Ianto but due to some circumstances I go by Iorwen. Since this is far from my proper universe I'll respond to Ianto."

Jacklyn laughed at the woman's bluntness. "Well then. There you have it."

"She's alot like Tad huh."

"Uh huh." Jacklyn nodded.

Harry smiled at Gwen and Jack. "So far its been a fairly interesting adventure." He agreed. "Very interesting.." He looked around, leaning lightly on his staff.

Gwen held up her hands in protest. "No, please. No more suggestions of orgies or group outings. Team trainings or team events or anything even remotely like that." She smiled and nodded her head to Iorwen. "I can call you Iorwen. It's a beautiful name. You shouldn't have to appease who you are. That's not the Ianto I know."

Her head tilted to the side and she watched them all work together. It reminded her of the way that things used to be, before 456 and aliens came along and took her friends from her. A sad smile crossed her face. "Interesting. You haven't seen anything yet."

He looks at Iorwen and he waves a hand. "I agree with Gwen. Keep Iorwen it suits you perfectly." He looks at Gwen and there's a hurt look on his face. "Okay, I won't continue to goad her on." Jack clears his throat as he looks at Joan.

Then there's the name Tad. Jack raises an eyebrow. "Tad?"

"Yes, just wait until you see a bunch of talking trees. They even walk and now that's what I call pretty wild." Jack's used to things like fairies, dragons, magical horses and other oddities but he laughs a bit. "And the talking flowers. Still there's a pretty active Rift here on this planet. That alone is a major concern of mine."

"Tad. Its what she calls Ianto in our reality." Jacklyn answered, plucking at a strand of Meredith's hair. "Its Welsh. For Dad. Ianto helped me to raise Meredith...after the year that never was."

Meredith looked up at Jacklyn and smiled when the woman cupped her cheek.

Iorwen gave the two a sheepish look, murmuring a small apology before snorting softly as Gwen gently put Jack into place. "Still has the touch." She glanced at Joan who was starting to look bored.

"Oh please...let him continue." Joan purred, winking at Gwen though her flirting had a lighter no so interested tone. She was flirting to flirt. "I must say Jack...Every single one of you lead such glamorous lives~!" She gestures idly to their surroundings before looking at Jacklyn. "I should of stayed in France."

"You are the one that used shoddy parts to fix your VM. Don't go blaming me for your blunder." Jacklyn rolled her eyes. "Though I suppose the poodles can all breath a sigh of relief."

"One joke! One joke and I'll never live it down!"

Harry moved away from Joan some. "Actually I've met talking trees. Wise people them. Live centuries and centuries just gathering knowledge." He smiled slightly. "Reminded me to take you into the Never never when we are done here." The man looked around. "Those this place is pretty close to what its like."

Gwen didn't say anything at first. She understood the Welsh, but it wasn't her place to comment or judge. Hearing them talk about it made her feel a little more comfortable. She could see the love and it touched her heart. "It's a good name, Tad."

Yes, she did like putting Jack in his place. But there was another better at it than she was. "You think I'm good, you should meet Jack's wife. She puts me to shame," she teased.

"Hart, just stop." She was teasing. Mostly. "Your stories are probably only half true. At best. And your charm is just the same as John's was. There are some around here you might have luck with, but it's not me." She winked at Joan. "Wait till you see my Jack."

"Talking trees." Gwen nodded her head. "Interesting. And more than a Lord of the Rings film, I'm sure. And... Oh." Her hand moved on her belly. "Sorry about that. Bloody kid kicks like a Beckham."

"And, I lived in Wales on and off for the last century." Jack laughs, and he doesn't add anymore to it without risking offending Gwen. Then again Jack never wasted time before at taking a jab at the Welsh. "Glad to see he was comfortable and able to help. My own Ianto has been a blessing as well." He smiles and he settles down on the idea of the situation with Jacklyn and Mere.

"Yes, yes I'm a mar5ried man." Jack looks at Joan and he does hope she keeps that in mind. Then again that would never stop John. It might make John more excited about the entire idea. "Actually the poodle had to do all of the work. I'm sure this Hart is the same as all the Harts."

He looks at Gwen and he knows one thing. "I haven't seen your Jack lately. I hope he's okay." Jack nods his head. "Yes, talking trees and then there's this guy. And the flying horses."

Jacklyn gives him an amused look before rattling something off in Welsh. "Dylech ddysgu mewn gwirionedd. Byth yn gwybod pryd y bydd yn dod yn ddefnyddiol." She blows him a kiss.

"And goddess bless you too." Joan mutters to her, smirking when Jacklyn flips her off.

"I'd be lost with out my Ianto. That's for certain." Jacklyn nodded.

Joan arched an eyebrow. "Like that's ever stopped me...Or you for that matter." She gasps at Jack's insult before gritting her teeth, her hand going to her gun. As she pulls it Jacklyn reaches out and twists her ear. "OW! Owowow! Stop that!" She swats at Jacklyn's hand. The femme immortal only letting go once the weapon was re-secured into its holster. "Bitch."

"Woof." Jacklyn bares her teeth.

Joan rolls her eyes and turns to Gwen. "Three fourths true. I only embellish a little. Sides I'm probably more charming cause I jiggle." She grins to show she's only joking. "Your Jack huh?"

Meredith edged forward as the group talks, studying the dragon with open curiosity that was nearly child like.

Harry smiled warmly at Gwen. "A strong kick is a sign of a strong baby. You are well blessed." He chuckled. "Talking trees, fairies, flying horses, zombies...Hate zombies."

((OoC: Translations is "You should really learn. Never know when it will come in handy."))

Edited 2012-03-01 02:27 (UTC)