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[ohcaptainjack]

Captain Jack Harkness is going to die fighting a tin can. Though, to be fair, it's a tin can with a lot of bite.

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[therescueranger]

Marcus will be wandering by, and arches an eyebrow. "New, I'm guessing, then? Welcome."

[ohcaptainjack]

Jack raises an eyebrow in return, gives this newcomer a very necessary cursory sweep of his appearance, and then takes a step forward, holding his hand out to him. "Something like that. I'm Captain Jack Harkness," he says with his best grin, and somewhere in his mind, he hears the Doctor tell him to stop. It's enough to make him a little sad, actually, on top of annoyed.

"And who are you?" he asks, his grin widening as his eyes scan the stranger again.

[therescueranger]

"Marcus. Marcus Cole," he says, shaking the offered hand. "It's a pleasure, captain."

[ohcaptainjack]

"So it is," he says smoothly, giving his hand a firm and little bit of a lingering shake. "So, Marcus," he asks, dropping his hand and looking back around at the hotel, "where are we?"

[therescueranger]

"Your guess is honestly as good as anyone else's. It's a hotel. On an island in the middle of nowhere. People arrive from a healthy variety of places, times, and, by all accounts, universes. And they don't leave." He grins a little. "On the bright side, the food's good, and so is the weather."

[ohcaptainjack]

"And the company," Jack says, voice smoldering with suggestion, as he gives Marcus another dazzling grin, but there's a lot more going on behind his smile. People getting pulled from a dozen different directions and deposited here to co-mingle? He suspects the Daleks; they were using similar technology on Satellite 5, but what would they want with random people from all over the galaxy? Maybe that's why the Doctor left, why Jack woke up from the Dalek attack; he'd been marked somehow, and the Doctor knew. Jack will try to find a way out, but mostly he hopes the Doctor will arrive.

"So who runs this place?" he asks casually, strolling over to the front desk and peering over the edge. "Where do I leave my tip?" he asks, then turns around and leans against the desk as he grins again at Marcus. "Or do I tip you?"

[therescueranger]

He looks a bit amused at Jack's immensely flirtatious mannerisms, but doesn't bite. "Nobody runs it that anyone's found out about at least. Things just... show up." He waves a hand at the desk. "You should have a labeled key up there."

[ohcaptainjack]

Oh, Jack isn't worried about whether or not Marcus is going to bite now because Jack assumes it's only a matter of time. And besides -- you find yourself suddenly placed in a random hotel with people from all over the universe, the first thing you should do is flirt with the locals. Gets you into all the best places. And pants.

"Nobody runs it?" he repeats, suspicious, and he glances back around to the front desk. This definitely sounds Dalek-esque, or at least like a probable occurrence in the life of the Doctor's companion, so he takes it in stride. There must be some sort of control room somewhere, some command center, and Jack adds that to his mental to-do list, way at the top, even before Marcus. Sure enough, there's a key with his name on it, and he picks it up, turning it over in his hands.

"What year is it now?" he asks, looking up with a slight head tilt. "What century? What planet?"

[therescueranger]

"Don't know, don't know, don't know. The technology level of the place seems to indicate early twenty-first century earth, but really, there's no actual way of knowing."

[ohcaptainjack]

Jack is extremely disappointed to hear those answers, but at least he got an assessment of the technology. He raises an eyebrow and gives Marcus another smile. "You sound like a guy who's been around. Where are you from?" And after a pause, he adds, "And when?"

[therescueranger]

"Originally, Arisia Colony, although I've... been lots of places. And I got here from near the end of 2261."

[ohcaptainjack]

"Mmm, that sounds familiar," Jack comments, his gaze drifting off as he tries to place the name but can't quite. He also can't help but squash his disappointment that they're not nearly from the same time, but Jack always did have a little bit of a thing for the past. World War I was thrilling with its tidy uniforms and antiquated planes and soldiers. Did he mention the soldiers? Oh and the nurses.

He shakes himself out of his reverie and resumes smiling, giving a slight nod. "Lately I've been spending my time on Earth, right in the center of London during World War I," he says instead of revealing where he's actually from. "The 21st century is a bit of a step up from then," he laughs.

[therescueranger]

He chuckles a little. "Yes, I suppose it would be. Didn't say where you were from, though."

[ohcaptainjack]

"Asgard," he lies smoothly, "nice little planet, good for picnics, but I have what you could call a need for adventure," he says with a playfully dangerous edge to his voice. "So I found myself a little ship and cruised the galaxy," he says, punctuating it with a hand gesture, sliding his hand through the air.

[therescueranger]

"And that would be one I've not heard of, so I'm going to assume yet another universe, although at least from a time that's achieved interstellar flight. So welcome to the madness," he says with a slight smile. "I'm guessing picnics aren't that adventurous?"

[ohcaptainjack]

Another universe? As in alternate universes? Jack's pretty sure that's pretty impossible, but he doesn't say anything because he can't remember exactly. He waggles his eyebrows and leans forward slightly. "That depends on what planet you picnic on. This one time, I was on 78965 Delta Prime -- they were in the process of coming up with a snappier name last I heard -- and I was out with this stunning Hershain female. Legs up to here," Jack gestures to his chest, "literally, and her skin was this gorgeous shade of purple.

So there we were, right, having a little picnic on the hills -- orange hills, on 7895 Delta Prime -- nice little afternoon, when out of nowhere a Tallazian razor beast pops out of the hedges, and we have to run, completely naked, all the way to the center of town."