For licenseartistic - 4/08 - Discussion
Title / Prompt: 4/08 - In honour of April Fool's Day, something a little silly: Have a discussion with your Muse about something you've been trying to make them do that they're resisting, or something they keep trying to make you write.
Character: Jack Harkness
Warnings: Spoilers for TW 2x13
Pairings: references to Jack/Ninth Doctor; Jack/Ianto; Jack/John Hart; Jack/Master
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Word count: 545 per WordPerfect
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, he'd have come in much earlier...
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Jack: Hey. Hey! Hello~~~!
Penemuel: What? I'm writing -- Jack, stop that. Put your clothes back on -- what do you want?
Jack: You need to split me into different 'verses. Like you did with pretty Petrelli.
Penemuel: And why would I want to do that? I barely have time to RP him, what kind of attention do you think I'll be able to give you?
Jack: That's not the point -- I know there's hardly any RP time. Between Peter and Tom, you're swamped. I get that. But...
Penemuel: But what?
Jack: Look, a lot of shit has happened since Torchwood started airing. Not to mention the Doctor calling me a freak and telling me the TARDIS ran away from me.
Penemuel: That was the Tenth Doctor -- your Doctor would never say those things...
Jack: I know that -- believe me, I know that. And I'm really glad you keep writing me with him, because I love him and he loves me and I really need him to keep me from going completely insane.
Penemuel: You already are completely insane.
Jack: Yeah, I know that, too. Seriously, it was bad enough when I had my mind fiddled with by the Time Agency, my own friends. Add to that being killed by Daleks, being brought back to life and being left behind; finding my way back to Earth and having to take the long path back to a point where there might be enough technology to find him again... Let's not even mention spending a year being tortured, killed, fucked, and tormented in every way imaginable that most people don't even remember happening so I can't talk about it with them... But on top of that, I have to live with the guilt of failing to save my brother, thinking he's dead, then being buried alive by him to suffer almost 1900 years of utter torment? And after that I have to immediately put myself into cold storage for 107 years to keep from running into myself?
Penemuel: Honestly, Jack, you're completely fucked up. That much I know. I kinda think they legitimized our theories that for a while you've been trying to kill yourself -- and failing. So, what do you want?
Jack: Me. Split universes. Please.
Penemuel: Why?
Jack: So I can have a little shag time with Ianto, and not have to think about how my brother hates me, how I let my team down, how if I'd known about Tosh I could have saved her...
Penemuel: You've got a point.
Jack: I'll even stop flirting with Rhys... maybe.
Penemuel: You know you won't. Not any more than you'd stop flirting with everyone else in my head...
Jack: Thompson certainly doesn't mind...
Penemuel: Oh for gods' sakes, please don't encourage him!
Jack: Um...
Penemuel: Yeah, I know. Doesn't take much...
Jack: Look, it doesn't have to be much -- just !Verse: Canon and !Verse: 9th Doctor -- simple, right?
Penemuel: Well, true. But don't expect me to go back through your tags and update everything.
Jack: Wouldn't dream of it, gorgeous.
Penemuel: Stop that, you. Go flirt with Ianto, or stumble over Captain John in a bar or something.
Jack: Is that an order, Ms. Writer, ma'am?
Penemuel: *eyeroll* Yes, that's an order.
Jack: Whoohoo!
Character: Jack Harkness
Warnings: Spoilers for TW 2x13
Pairings: references to Jack/Ninth Doctor; Jack/Ianto; Jack/John Hart; Jack/Master
Your character's fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Word count: 545 per WordPerfect
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, he'd have come in much earlier...
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Jack: Hey. Hey! Hello~~~!
Penemuel: What? I'm writing -- Jack, stop that. Put your clothes back on -- what do you want?
Jack: You need to split me into different 'verses. Like you did with pretty Petrelli.
Penemuel: And why would I want to do that? I barely have time to RP him, what kind of attention do you think I'll be able to give you?
Jack: That's not the point -- I know there's hardly any RP time. Between Peter and Tom, you're swamped. I get that. But...
Penemuel: But what?
Jack: Look, a lot of shit has happened since Torchwood started airing. Not to mention the Doctor calling me a freak and telling me the TARDIS ran away from me.
Penemuel: That was the Tenth Doctor -- your Doctor would never say those things...
Jack: I know that -- believe me, I know that. And I'm really glad you keep writing me with him, because I love him and he loves me and I really need him to keep me from going completely insane.
Penemuel: You already are completely insane.
Jack: Yeah, I know that, too. Seriously, it was bad enough when I had my mind fiddled with by the Time Agency, my own friends. Add to that being killed by Daleks, being brought back to life and being left behind; finding my way back to Earth and having to take the long path back to a point where there might be enough technology to find him again... Let's not even mention spending a year being tortured, killed, fucked, and tormented in every way imaginable that most people don't even remember happening so I can't talk about it with them... But on top of that, I have to live with the guilt of failing to save my brother, thinking he's dead, then being buried alive by him to suffer almost 1900 years of utter torment? And after that I have to immediately put myself into cold storage for 107 years to keep from running into myself?
Penemuel: Honestly, Jack, you're completely fucked up. That much I know. I kinda think they legitimized our theories that for a while you've been trying to kill yourself -- and failing. So, what do you want?
Jack: Me. Split universes. Please.
Penemuel: Why?
Jack: So I can have a little shag time with Ianto, and not have to think about how my brother hates me, how I let my team down, how if I'd known about Tosh I could have saved her...
Penemuel: You've got a point.
Jack: I'll even stop flirting with Rhys... maybe.
Penemuel: You know you won't. Not any more than you'd stop flirting with everyone else in my head...
Jack: Thompson certainly doesn't mind...
Penemuel: Oh for gods' sakes, please don't encourage him!
Jack: Um...
Penemuel: Yeah, I know. Doesn't take much...
Jack: Look, it doesn't have to be much -- just !Verse: Canon and !Verse: 9th Doctor -- simple, right?
Penemuel: Well, true. But don't expect me to go back through your tags and update everything.
Jack: Wouldn't dream of it, gorgeous.
Penemuel: Stop that, you. Go flirt with Ianto, or stumble over Captain John in a bar or something.
Jack: Is that an order, Ms. Writer, ma'am?
Penemuel: *eyeroll* Yes, that's an order.
Jack: Whoohoo!