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When: Masters Wardrobe Plot
Who: Jack Harkness cjharknesstw/OTA
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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"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."

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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."))