Did I fall or was I pushed...?

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Characters: Jack Harkness, OPEN
Setting/Location: Sleepywoods, near the edge of District 3, outside
Date & Time: Day 0, not long after waking up
Warnings: N/A
Summary: After waking up, Jack investigates. ...it's not going very well.

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Ambling down that very same street was a heavily (orange!) armored human figure, strapped with guns, hands full of some Junogam thing. The helmeted head was angled downward, attention obviously focused on the contraption he was holding rather than where he was walking. It was a recipe for disaster, but he hadn't run in to any trees or stomped on any children yet.

In fact, the danger was short-lived; Grif slowed to a stop a few feet away from the man having unfortunate watch troubles. And so what if he couldn't walk and text at the same time?

Something apparently didn't go as planned, because soon he pause to give the Junogam a hearty shake, as if doing so would make the thing cooperate. With a dramatic sigh, he looked up, caught sight of Jack, and decided the stranger was a native who would assist him, damn it. "Hey!" He hollered, waving the handheld messenger. "How do I work this antique?"

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Jack turned at the voice, eyebrows raised. He'd already noted the man (or woman, or alien) in his peripheral vision - hard to miss that much brightly colored body armor - but he hadn't expected being questioned. Like he should know anything about the things...

"Try pressing the buttons?" he suggested, and didn't even try keeping a lid on the sarcasm. Antique might be applicable, sure, but there were children's toys more complex than that thing.

Jack paused a second, attention lingering on the guns and the armor, all of which were just about the furthest possible thing from the few locals he'd seen so far. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're not from around here either."

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"Pressing the buttons," he echoed, voice deadpan. "Holy shit, why didn't I think of that? I can't believe I didn't see the fifty thousand buttons covering this thing." Luckily for Jack, Grif was fluent in sarcasm. His problem wasn't that he hadn't pushed buttons-- on the contrary, he had probably pushed too many buttons.

"Yea, I'm not. How did you know?" His grin wasn't visible behind his helmet, but it was apparent enough in his voice.

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A hint of a smile crept onto Jack's face despite himself. "I must be psychic or something..."

He flipped the cover of his wrist device closed, and slid his hands into his pockets. "You wouldn't happen to remember anything strange before you showed up here, would you? Flashing lights, explosions, anything?"

Jack couldn't decide whether freak Rift event or incredibly stealthy transmat was the most likely explanation for their arrival here. It would help if he remembered absolutely anything out of the ordinary happening before he... fell asleep? Died and then revived? He was still working on that one, too.