Dorm Computer Labs, then 215: Monday Evening
After class, and feeling pleasantly tired from the weekend of rafting, Jack managed to muster the energy to grab a coffee and head down to the lab to check his email.
There were two from CJ, and a ton of spam.
Reading the spam was usually entertaining. After the third one promising him millions of dollars for helping someone in Nigeria, he started clicking through them, deleting them without really reading them. His finger had actually pressed the 'delete forever' button, when one word caught his eye; he skidded the mouse away and stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what it said.
To: jack.harkness@fandomhigh.net
From: bob.johnson@trips4cheap.com
Subject: Mexico Vacation for You
the way I wanted to, fool, and all the time you were egging me on and
"I don't need that for courage, Mr. Schuhart. I'd rather have coffee,
believe this thing grants wishes?"
You want information on Torchwood.
A mutual acquaintance told you what that place is. That you're mentioned in their files - favourably - tells me I can't trust you. That mutual acquaintance thinks I should.
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I'm willing to give you a chance. And here it is: convince me. Why I should tell you. Why I should trust you. You've got 48 hours. After that, replies will bounce.
You won't get a second chance.
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from here, lies Poodle. In the same condition. Do you understand? Forward."
machine, he thought. You made a machine out of me. The broken rocks at the
On automatic pilot, Jack turned off the computer and made his way back to his room, mind racing. The hammock looked very appealing. Gently swinging, back and forth, he stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out if it was real, if he could take the chance that it wasn't, and what the hell he could write in response.
[ooc: door is closed, but knockable. I'll be slow, though.]
There were two from CJ, and a ton of spam.
Reading the spam was usually entertaining. After the third one promising him millions of dollars for helping someone in Nigeria, he started clicking through them, deleting them without really reading them. His finger had actually pressed the 'delete forever' button, when one word caught his eye; he skidded the mouse away and stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what it said.
To: jack.harkness@fandomhigh.net
From: bob.johnson@trips4cheap.com
Subject: Mexico Vacation for You
the way I wanted to, fool, and all the time you were egging me on and
"I don't need that for courage, Mr. Schuhart. I'd rather have coffee,
believe this thing grants wishes?"
You want information on Torchwood.
A mutual acquaintance told you what that place is. That you're mentioned in their files - favourably - tells me I can't trust you. That mutual acquaintance thinks I should.
Cheap mexcian vacation - click here. All your trips for cheap, cheap flights.
Guaranteed best available.
I'm willing to give you a chance. And here it is: convince me. Why I should tell you. Why I should trust you. You've got 48 hours. After that, replies will bounce.
You won't get a second chance.
Hotels first class.
Free breakfast, click links for best deals.
from here, lies Poodle. In the same condition. Do you understand? Forward."
machine, he thought. You made a machine out of me. The broken rocks at the
On automatic pilot, Jack turned off the computer and made his way back to his room, mind racing. The hammock looked very appealing. Gently swinging, back and forth, he stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out if it was real, if he could take the chance that it wasn't, and what the hell he could write in response.
[ooc: door is closed, but knockable. I'll be slow, though.]