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[justfckit]

It was a fucking brilliant party, Chris had to admit. He was loaded up on pills and spliff, and he was pretty bloody content with it all. When he finally left, he had the numbers of two girls, which he was quite pleased about

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[ohcaptainjack]

Jack finds this place thoroughly troublesome. He winds up getting trapped way, way too often, though he's glad that this time he isn't in a time loop with John Hart. That had been the most tiring two weeks/five years of his life. The sheer lack of exciting places to go is frustrating, though he supposes the people make up for it; if Jack's anything, he's a people person. For better or for worse.

He doesn't know what to make of the beach; it's too close to home but nothing like home, and he just isn't comfortable standing out in the sand watching the waves roll in for too long, though he can't exactly place why. He's strolling back in from the beach, carrying his shoes in his hand, when he sees the confused kid standing around. At least, he's pretty sure it's a kid. With some races, it's hard to tell; some even age backwards. (Benjamin Button, for the record, was not just a story.)

"Hello," he calls, coming up to him and stopping; he cocks his head and takes him in, from the bleary eyes to the rumpled clothes. Raising his eyebrow, he wonders how much shit this kid (or so he guesses) is hopped up on. "You look confused. Something wrong?"

[justfckit]

Chris shakes his head, grinning. "No, it's cool, right?" He doesn't realize that he doesn't know this guy.

[ohcaptainjack]

"Yeah, cool," Jack replies skeptically. It's obvious the kid is blitzed out of his mind, and while Jack figures he ought to just walk off and mind his own business, he can't exactly think of what business, exactly, he should be minding in this 21st century hotel. "Do you even know where you are?"

[justfckit]

"...No?" There's that stupid grin again.

[ohcaptainjack]

Jack sighs and rolls his eyes slightly, dropping his shoes to the ground and stepping into them before he reaches out and lays a hand on the kid's shoulder. "Come on. I'll get you some coffee."

[justfckit]

"Coffee? Cool, cool," Chris replies, not having a clue what's going on.

[ohcaptainjack]

Jack sighs and uses the hand on the kid's shoulder to lead him as Jack takes them into the hotel, glancing over at him once they enter the lobby. "Do you know your name, at least?"

[justfckit]

"Chris Miles!" he says cheerily. "And...where are we, again?"

[ohcaptainjack]

"A hotel," Jack tells him, quirking an eyebrow at him before he starts leading him back to the kitchen. "You ever been here before?" he asks, unsure of whether or not Chris has just shown up or if he's just fucked himself up beyond repair.

[justfckit]

He shakes his head. "Nope!"

[ohcaptainjack]

Oh good, he gets to explain this place to a kid almost too fucked up to focus his eyes. Jack rolls his eyes and enters the kitchen, giving Chris a slight push toward the chairs. "Sit down. I'll make you some coffee. What are you on, by the way?" he asks, looking over his shoulder as he goes about making a pot of coffee.

Jack's seen worse, at least; Chris is mildly irritatingly intoxicated, but Jack's been around, say, John Hart when he was blitzed on hypervodka and this really groovy (is that the word?) plant from one of the pleasure planets. Hell, Jack's been more messed up. He reserves the right to be annoyed, though. So there.

[justfckit]

"Mmm, coffee? Thanks, man." He kind of flops into a chair. "I'm on...some pills, some spliff..." He closes one eye, trying to remember.

[ohcaptainjack]

"Spliff," he repeats uncertainly, turning the word over in his mind as he tries to remember what that is. "Oh," he says as he stops in the middle of putting the coffee into the maker. "Oh, spliff. Okay." He sighs and gets the coffee maker started before he turns around, leaning his hands back against the counter.

"I don't know how much good this is going to do you before you come down off the shit you're on, but you're not at home anymore. You understand that? You're safe." At least, Jack thinks so. "You're not going to be hurt or anything, but you're just not at home anymore. Don't ask me how or why because I don't know either -- and I wasn't even blitzed when I stumbled into the lobby the first time."

[justfckit]

"...Not home." He tilts his head, confused. "So where am I?" There's that grin again.

[ohcaptainjack]

"Good question," Jack tells him frankly, then crosses his arms over his chest. "If I tell you I think we're in some sort of alien race's prison, pulling people from all points in time and space and depositing them here, what would you think?"

[justfckit]

"...I'd think that's bloody brilliant," he says, staring at him. "Aliens are real!"

At least he thinks so, hah.