Project Walk-Away (Open to all, group thread)

[man_outof_time]

At 11:55 on Wednesday, Jack was ready to move. He was armed, equipped with his cellphone, his wrist-comp and a bottle of water, and stood outside the Hotel, waiting to see who'd join him. The plan was simple, straightforward, easy enough to execute...and it might just work.

He checked his watch again. At noon sharp, he'd start walking. Even alone.

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[beyond_therest]

Wendy was out there, despite how fucking hot it was. She was going to walk, even if she thought it wouldn't do anything. The people here had to stick together right...or something cheesy like that.

It wasn't like she had anything better to do.

Everyone tag down from this thread, ok?

[man_outof_time]

Slowly, people started showing up. Jack smiled when he saw the Doctor and went to him, clapping him on the shoulder silently. When he saw Col. O'Neill approaching, he blew an air kiss at the Doctor and grinned. "Yup, we're off to see the wizard and melt him down." Two was actually better than he'd expected, already. He waved at Wendy, glad she was there, and nodded at the stranger. Hm...Beautiful stranger.

"Hello." He motioned her over. "We haven't met, have we? I'd remember. I'm Jack Harkness, resident fool in charge of this crazy plan. These are the Doctor, Jack O'Neill, and Wendy."

[thors_fav]

Jack nodded to the others as they were introduced. He hadn't met any of them yet, other than the other Jack of course. Which was a damn shame because there were some seriously beautiful women in this place.

"So are we going to synchronize our little escape attempt, or just wing it?" Jack wasn't sure they could coordinate their assault on whatever was holding them given all the variables, known and unknown, but they could try.

[beige_doc]

The Doctor broke into a wide grin as Jack (his Jack) blew him a kiss. Hands thrust into his pockets he nodded his head slightly when introduced. "Good day."

[l_cuddy_md]

"Oh, good, I'm not too late." Cuddy hurried onto the porch, the door slamming shut behind her. Truth was, she wasn't sure it was good. She wanted out, wanted to go home, but not without House. But they'd never find a way out if they didn't try, even if she thought it was unlikely to work. Even if she hoped it wouldn't work for her, not this time.

She took a deep breath and glanced around. "Hello, everyone."

[incorrigibledoc]

"Wait for me!"

Jogging up to the group, coattails and curls flying, the Doctor skidded to a stop, sending up a small cloud of dust. "Made it!" he said with a beaming grin, surveying the small group with a beaming grin. "I was worried that I would miss it. Hello!"

He began to fish about distractedly in his pockets as he spoke. "Lisa, Jack, Doctor! So good to see you all again! And for everyone I don't know, hello! I'm the Doctor. Not that Doctor, of course, this one. Aha!" He retrieved an antique-looking brass compass from his pocket. "Found it! Now I'm all set!" His eyes sparkled in delight and excitement.

[mcgill_pride]

Wilson lagged a few steps behind the Doctor, looking around a bit self-consciously. But being outside was a nice change. He squinted as he approached, running a hand through his hair and shoving the other in the pocket of his jeans.

"Oh, hey!" Wilson greeted when he saw Cuddy. He came to a stop to the side of the Doctor and surveyed the other people. Wilson recognized Wendy... but that was it. So instead he turned toward the Doctor slightly, listening to the hellos he gave. He looked up at the blonde-haired man curiously and then the other guy, a rather handsome and authority-holding person who was apparently named Jack.

"Hi," Wilson said, waving his hand and smiling. There was something inside of Wilson telling him this was stupid. It wasn't going to work. But he hadn't been able to tell the Doctor no. And... it wasn't like Wilson knew anything for sure. So it was more a case of why the hell not.

[man_outof_time]

"We'll set off together, in straight lines radiating from the hotel. All compass points and whatever we can fit in between." Jack replied shortly. "In exactly...3 minutes." He grinned, seeing even more people showing up. "Dr. Cuddy, you look radiant today." He gave her an appreciative top-to-bottom, then looked over beyond her and waved at the Doctor.

"This is perfect. Three doctors- so far, and hello, who are you?" That last was said in Wilson's direction, as Jack gave him a longer version of the look he'd given Cuddy, complete with the come-to-bed eyes. Then he cleared his throat and glanced back at Five. "Doctor- Doctors, it's very good to have you. We're almost ready, I guess."

[mcgill_pride]

Cuddy did look radiant, actually. Wilson wondered if it was because she was...happier than before. She had that same air about her - the one she'd had when they'd gone to breakfast. Love, maybe. Wilson blinked and turned to Jack as he spoke.

Wilson's smile widened and he was just about to inquire just what Jack meant - remembering what his friend had told him about another 'incarnation' being present in the hotel - when his attention was called to Jack once more.

He didn't notice anything about the look he was given, noting the remarkable smile and the chiseled features as he outstretched a hand politely. "Doctor number four. James Wilson. I'm a good friend of his," Wilson jerked his head toward the Doctor, his smile turning into something of a grin.

[man_outof_time]

"Wow, four doctors? I feel healthier already." And thos one was either entirely oblivious, completely ignorant of the fact that men could find him hot, or just very distracted. Jack shook his hand, holding on just a moment or two too long. "Good friend? Someone you met earlier, Doc? Outside, or here?" Jack had a good idea of what the Doctor would consider 'good friends', but what this Dr. Wilson defined it as, he wasn't sure. Could be anything.

[incorrigibledoc]

The Doctor was only listening to the exchange with half an ear. He was more interested in what Jack had said before. Three minutes... that would imply that he could tell time. In a timeless place. The Doctor tried to reach out with his time senses, tried to feel Time flowing like a current, as he used to do without thinking... nothing. A dry creek bed, a void, a dead limb. There was still no time in the dimension. Then how can he tell when three minutes has passed?

Curious, the Doctor took advantage of Jack's sudden fascination with his new companion to slide Jack's wrist-comp off with a deft touch that any magician or pickpocket would envy, palming it into his hand, running his sonic screwdriver along it, searching for any oddities. There were no chronomitic particles being emitted, no sub-visual evidence that it was actually recording time, but it was ticking away nevertheless. 11:58 now. How was that possible?

[mcgill_pride]

"Er, we met here in the hotel, yeah," Wilson replied, his smile remaining on his face. A moment later he realized Jack still had his hand in something of a firm grip, and pretended not to notice. "I pushed him into the pool."

Funny that Wilson had noticed just how attractive this guy was - it was slowly becoming clear that the guy considered Wilson something similar. "Isn't that right, Doctor?" he asked when the Doctor remained silent, resting the hand Jack had held on the Doctor's shoulder. The look Wilson gave him was an urging one.

[beige_doc]

The Doctor nodded in his older self's direction, "Doctor, nice of you to join us." Though there was a smile on his face. The more people who joined in the better the chance they had of getting out right?

The Doctor shook his head good-naturedly and chuckled as Jack gave Wilson the once over, the icing on the cake was the 'caught-in-the-act look' he sent the Doctor afterwards. He fought not to laugh at that.

He offered Wilson a hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you Dr Wilson. As they've said, I'm the Doctor. A younger incarnation than..." he trailed off as he spied his eighth incarnation playing with Jack's wrist-comp. "Doctor?" A slightly worried look on his face.

[incorrigibledoc]

The Doctor jumped a bit at Wilson's hand on his shoulder, looking up at his newfound audience with a degree of confusion. "This isn't right," he said, looking back down at the wrist-comp. "The chronometer on this device is reportedly functioning, but," he looked up at the other Doctor, "you know and I know that there isn't any time here. There just isn't. So how can...?"

He sighed a bit, his shoulders sagging. "Still, I suppose it doesn't matter right now. If this little jaunt works, then we won't have to worry about it, will we?" He seemed to grow more animated as he tried to push the matter out of mind, coming to stand beside Wilson, placing a hand on his far shoulder. "So you've met, then? I suppose it was inevitable. I do hope you won't hold him against me, Wilson," he teased with a sudden grin. "The follies of youth and all that."

[mcgill_pride]

"What, the cricket thing?" Wilson asked sarcastically, then scoffed and took the blonde Doctor's hand in his own. "Not at all. If I knew what it was I'm sure I'd be a fan too."

It was weird. In all truth, Wilson didn't know what to make of it. So he didn't make anything of it. For one thing the Doctor he knew wasn't anything like the one whose hand he just shook and so, for some reason, his mind didn't connect them. There were more important things to focus on and Wilson took the opportunity gratefully.

"So, broken watch are not, are we ready?" he asked, looking from the Doctor (the brunette one) to Jack, whom he smiled at brightly. "Good thing I wore a t-shirt. New Jersey never gets this hot." He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and looked out across the desert.

There was no way this was going to work.

[beige_doc]

The Doctor rested a hand on his other self's shoulder. "There isn't time here no, but the watch gives a semblance of it passing. Purely like there is day and night here. It could be seen as a small comfort if you let it."

The Doctor looked very put out at his older self's comment about the follies of youth and fought off the pout rather nicely in his opinion. "Youth might be fleeting, but immaturity lasts a lifetime. Isn't that what they say?" He folded his arms in front of him and turned to Wilson, effectively ignoring Eight. "I'm thinking of perhaps setting up a game one day, I'm sure you'd enjoy it if you tried."