[Introduction] Ain't found a way to kill me yet...

[51stcentry_jack]

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[in_summer_leaf]

If Jack finds his way to the kitchen, he will find Hisoka both cooking and cleaning his weapons. There is a pot of stew simmering on the stove, and its enticing smell is mixed with the scents of cleaning solvent and gun oil. Hisoka is taking apart his .45-caliber revolver and drinking coffee, which is being kept warm in a pot on the stove. He would be glad of some conversation, and would of course share the dinner.

[51stcentry_jack]

By now, Jack is likely looking for something to eat, and the scent of the stew has drawn him to the kitchen. "Mmmm, smells good," he says, eying the pot, then looking up at Hisoka. "Don't mind me: just got here and I hadn't had lunch."

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka looks up. "Help yourself! Bowls and silverware are on the counter, over there. Cups in the cupboard, coffee on the stove." He finishes reassembling one of his revolvers. "I'm Hisoka Kurosaki. Who are you?"

[51stcentry_jack]

"Captain Jack Harkness: I seem to have woken up here quite suddenly," he replies, hunting up a clean mug and helping himself to the coffee. "So what's a young man with gorgeous green eyes like yours doing in a place like this?"

[in_summer_leaf]

"Your eyes aren't bad, either, Captain," replies Hisoka, with a smile that indicates he wouldn't at all mind flirting. "I kind of found myself here after I drowned in the Arctic Ocean of my last world, while on a voyage of exploration. I was a Navy lieutenant. What branch of what service are you in? I've met some starship personel here, so I always ask. You never know!"

[51stcentry_jack]

"Royal Air Force: I was an American volunteer, got shot down over Europe in 1944," he replies. "Done a bit of traveling all over the face of space and time since then, at least till I woke up here."

[in_summer_leaf]

"Your lives span more time than mine, then," says Hisoka. "Sounds like you know the ropes!"

[51stcentry_jack]

"Know 'em enough to have woven a few in my time," he replies, taking a sip from his mug. "And that includes weaving a few out of whatever I had at hand."

[in_summer_leaf]

"Really?" says Hisoka. "...As in weaving events in space/time?" Now that would be intriguing, if Captain Harkness had such an ability. And even if it were merely a figure of speech, here was unquestionably a story.

[Sorry, didn't notice last night that you had already posted. >.< ]

[51stcentry_jack]

"Maybe not the events themselves, but I've used time travel to my advantage: used to live by the skin of my teeth, so to speak," he says.

Quite all right! I'd somehow misplaced the thread and thought I'd answered it before last night, ooops!

[in_summer_leaf]

"How exciting!" exclaims Hisoka. "In that world I spoke of, I used to ask people how they ended up on the airship circuit. So now I wonder how you ended up on the time travel circuit...?"

[51stcentry_jack]

"Got started pretty young: I was the poster kid for the Time Agents, but I showed them the soles of my boots when they took something from me," he says. "After that, I freelanced all over the face of the universe, picking up whatever jobs would pay."

[in_summer_leaf]

"What did they take from you?" asks Hisoka.

[51stcentry_jack]

"Something personal: two years' worth of my memories," he says, and from the look on his face he isn't joking. "There's things I'll part with, but there's things that are untouchable."

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka nods. He has the experience of having hung onto his own memories, all of them, with a grip of steel, and he has them still, two lives and three deaths later. "Memory is not negotiatble," he agrees. "Why did they want them, though?"

[51stcentry_jack]

"No idea: can't remember a jot of what they took from me, so I'm afraid can't tell what they would want with it," he replies.