Captain Jack Pops In...

[boeshanes_boy]

He's looking a little worse for wear, the greatcoat covered with splotches of mud and a cut above his right eye

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[shes_intense]

"The Reach. High tech, irritatingly forthcoming about their presence, secretly trying to enslave us all."

Admittedly they're some of the only aliens she's ever come across but...

"Oh, and, well the Yeerks, but they invade a person"s brain and control them while still perfectly mimicking their personalities, voice and mannerisms so you don't come face to face with them all that much. They're really hard to detect until they do something overtly evil."

"I recommend punching in every scenario."

[boeshanes_boy]

Jack gives Brenda a wide grin. "Punching is usually good, unfortunately Weevils happen to have very pronimant teeth." He winces. "Nasty infections."

"Although I have to admit I perfer the upfront sort of alien. Nothing quite so bad as sleeper agents."

[shes_intense]

"Up front aliens would be -SO- -NICE-."

She grins. "And if they have teeth well then I guess you'll just have to hit them with a stick."

[boeshanes_boy]

Jack considers this idea. "Hmmm...stick's might work...we generally rely on spray...doesn't seem to be working quite the way it used to..."

"And yes, upfront aliens are definitely on the perferred list."

[boeshanes_boy]

Jack laughs. "Guess that was begging to be said."

He looks Q over. "Do you mean in general? Or myself particularly?"

[boeshanes_boy]

"I'll take that as a compliment on behalf of my species."

Jack finds a handkerchief in his pocket and dabs at the cut. "Damn right, although as they say you should see the other guy."

[casciel]

"Good gods, Jack. What the hell do the Weevils look like?" Well, Hello, Jack. Have a concerned Cassie.

"I think the most annoying alien I've come in contact with is John," she says amiably as she takes his hand and pulls him down onto the couch with her. "And I adore him most of the time, and yes I know he's technically human but if the fifty-first century isn't alien, what is?" And also, it's John fucking Hart. He's probably had enough alien DNA in him she's pretty sure it counts. "Come here, let me heal you." Since she's been coming to the Nexus, Casciel has taken to carrying a first aid kit in her Cosmic Bag of Wonders. (Which, incidentally, is just code for 'I have kids so I have to be prepared for everything hence this big ass bag.')

[boeshanes_boy]

Jack will give Cassie his most winning smile, because it's good to see her face.

"They're humanoid in shape, but their faces resemble a pig with sharp teeth more than anything else. And they know how to use them."

He laughs. "John? Your definition is a little shakey, but why not."

Then he raises an eyebrow. "Heal me? Well you don't really need to, this'll clear up in about an hour, one of the benefits of not been able to die."

But hey, if she wants to open her cosmic bag of wonders, she'll get no complaints from him.

[casciel]

She digs for a moment, then pulls out a tiny little kit, and from that, a sterilized packet. "Ah. I was wondering, though, how the bad guys look if YOU look this bad," she says, dabbing a little at the cut with a disposable antibacterial wipe. "And stay still. Just 'cause you can't die - and that's weird, even for us - it doesn't mean you should not let a pretty woman not gush all over you while she's willing."

[boeshanes_boy]

"Not too good," Jack manages a smile even though, owww that antibacterial stuff stings! "In fact most of them are quite dead."

"And of course! Far be it from me to dissuade a beautiful woman from doing anything to me."

[torchwoodbutler]

"Daleks, Cybermen," Ianto answers softly. Really weevils aren't too bad in the grand scheme of things.

"Is there a reason that you can't lock the weevils up?"

[boeshanes_boy]

"Ianto!" Jack grins at the man, because really what else can you do when faced with Ianto Jones.

"Well...those two are more in the catergory of scary as Hell..." How'd have thought aliens that resemble nothing so much as salt shakers could be so damn disturbing.

As for locking them up. "Normally that'd be no problem, but we've got an infestation going on...hundreds of the damn things, the cages are almost full as it is."

"So, I assume your not my Ianto...how's your Torchwood going then?"

[torchwoodbutler]

"No, not your Ianto. I left the Jack from my world working in his office." Ianto likes to wander the Nexus, when Jack has work that needs to be done, so he doesn't accidentally distract the other man.

"Torchwood is typical Torchwood," Ianto shrugs, not really sure how to describe it.

[boeshanes_boy]

Jack (any Jack) is well versed in typical Torchwood, so he'll give Ianto a sympathetic nod.

"That's where I should probably be...but I've had enough of the Prime Minister for one day." He rolls his eyes. "For some reason the man thinks there's something alien about Swine Flu..."