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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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[amutantangel]

Warren's in the lobby for once, rather than the beach or the sky, and he smiles when he sees the new arrival. He's (blond, attractive and) shirtless as he usually is, large wings shifting for a moment before settling comfortably against his back. "Hi. You look new."

*typist looks at Jack, looks at Jim Kirk, and isn't sure whether to laugh maniacally or evacuate*

[ohcaptainjack]

Jack looks up and he can feel his grin start to spread immediately, his eyes taking in this beautiful sight in front of him, and for a moment, the TARDIS, Daleks, and the Doctor are forgotten.

Just for a moment, a brief one.

"And you look gorgeous," Jack purrs as he stalks closer, not unlike a predator but nowhere near as threatening. He gets as close at this stranger will let him, immediately stopping once Jack picks up on any disapproval of his approach, and he holds his hands out, his grin the picture of smoldering, of desiring. "Captain Jack Harkness."

Lulz they can even get excited about spaceships and captaining things.

[amutantangel]

He chuckles a little, glancing away for a moment, somewhat shy. He has at least become more comfortable with himself since he arrived here but he's not exactly used to that sort of reaction. Or at least, a reaction that blatant. "Thanks, I think." His wings shift closer to his back, slightly uncomfortably, but he looks back up with a smile as he extends his hand to shake. "Warren Worthington. The third," he adds, with a more self-deprecating smile.

[ohcaptainjack]

"There's three of you?" Jack asks teasingly as he takes Warren's hand and doesn't shake it; instead he brings it up to his lips, his gaze never once drifting off Warren's as he places a very gentle kiss to the back of his hand.

[amutantangel]

"Three by that name, anyway. I can't help it if my father and grandfather were uncreative..." He might go a tiny bit pink at the kiss on his hand, the curse of fair skin, but it fades quickly and he smiles easily.

[ohcaptainjack]

Oh, that blush is adorable and Jack doesn't let go of his hand right away, giving it a gentle squeeze instead as he slowly lets it go and stands up straight again. His gaze hasn't and still isn't drifting away from Warren's eyes. To be honest Jack is only mildly interested in where he is now, just so long as he isn't in any sort of life peril; the details, to be honest, can wait.

The Doctor would have something to say to that, Jack has little doubt, but the Doctor isn't here. From what Jack saw, the Doctor left him. With a gorgeous shirtless creature like this in front of him, Jack can easily give into his confusion, his hurt, his anger, and throw it behind a delicious look.

"Tell me, Warren," he purrs, inching closer, his eyes finally breaking contact to roam over his chest and pause pointedly at his crotch, before they flick back up to his face. "Where are we, exactly?" he murmurs, more so he can make sure he isn't about to die than anything else, though the information would be good to know.

[amutantangel]

His wings twitch as if with the instinctive urge to wrap them around himself, but he keeps them folded behind his back. It's been a while since he's been so blatantly checked out. "No one's exactly sure. It's an island somewhere, and nobody's been able to leave it so far. That I've heard of, anyway. If there is anything else out there, it's far enough out of my range that I haven't been able to find it." He pauses, then wryly adds, "So I hope you didn't have a hot date or anything tonight because I think you'll be a little late."

[ohcaptainjack]

Jack notices the discomfort and he backs up slightly, reigning himself in, but only so much. Come on. Warren is gorgeous, and Jack can't help but let his eyes flick over to those wings, those beautiful wings. Warren really is an exquisite creature and it's a shame he's so shy about it, really.

Right, so, situation: island somewhere, no one can leave, man with wings can't get off it. Pretty basic prison set up for a technologically advanced civilization, and if no one's dying yet then Jack can put aside his worries for a moment as his lips quirk at Warren, his amusement nearly predatory.

"Nope, no date," he says evenly, voice velvet-smooth. "Why? Are you offering?" he asks, smile flicking just the slightest bit wider -- and Jack's being entirely serious. "Though if you are I don't see why we should wait for tonight." He puts his hands out, gesturing to either side of him. "I seem to have all the time in the world," he grins darkly.

[amutantangel]

Well, considering that when he arrived...what was it, two years ago? he'd kept them constantly strapped down to his back and hidden under bulky clothing, he's really doing pretty well. And staring at the wings is something he's gotten used to, and doesn't really mind that all that much. He's still smiling, flattered by the attention, but he shyly ducks his head again for a moment, ears going pink again. "Why, are you asking?"

Warren's probably never really dated before, what with his "condition" and all. And then here, the opportunity is kind of limited and he never really thought about it.

[ohcaptainjack]

"I am," he replies evenly, warmly. Okay, so maybe this isn't the best plan to break himself out, but... well. Who the hell cares? When people start dying, he'll knock it off. "Are you accepting?"

[amutantangel]

The blush spreads a bit further, not sure what to say for a few moments. "Well, it's not like I've got anything else going on, so, I guess it couldn't hurt..." Still embarassed and shy about it.

[ohcaptainjack]

"Well, alright," Jack grins widely, a warm sort of contentment easing his anxiety over being here. This at least is familiar; this is something he can handle, something he's good at, something he can see the solution to even before the problem arises. When it comes to sex, he's practically a Time Lord. Playing Doctor is just what Jack needs to do to get himself out of here, but he can't help wanting to play the other sort of doctor, just until he gets his bearings.

He extends his hand again, not taking Warren's hand, waiting instead for him to accept Jack's. "Why don't you show me where we can get some food around here?" It actually has been a while since he's had a good, proper meal, and his stomach growls softly as if it's suddenly realizing that too.

[amutantangel]

He chuckles softly, and with some hesitation he slowly takes the hand. "Well, there's the kitchen. Room service works too, even though no one's actually seen anyone who works here. Not really sure how that works."

[ohcaptainjack]

"Hm," Jack murmurs, glancing around them as if to see the invisible staff Warren mentions. That's something he's curious about, that whatever is holding them is entirely invisible, but he supposes with enough technology -- and they must have a lot -- that shouldn't be a huge problem. "Kitchen sounds good," Jack says, turning his attention back to the exquisite creature in front of him. Warren's a shy person apparently and Jack isn't into dubious consent when it's actually legitimately dubious, not just for play, so suggesting they go to one of their rooms would likely be fruitless.

Doesn't mean Jack won't joke about it. "Unless you'd rather we go to one of our rooms," he purrs, grinning playfully. If Jack had really wanted that, he would've suggested it first; he hopes Warren gets that he's teasing.

[amutantangel]

If the invisible staff could be seen by glancing around, they wouldn't be very invisible, would they? He blushes again at the suggestion and gestures down a hallway. "The Kitchen's down this way." He gives Jack's hand a light, leading tug as he starts that way.