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[heatherthemason]

[ Yay field trip from cells to auditorium? Heather sits on the floor cross-legged with a bowl of what appears to be anti-food. She kinda sits with her back to the stage, poking the anti-food with her utensil. ]Breakfast looks deader than usual. Pretty sure the Health Department would classify this as unfit for any living thing to be around, much

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[penetratingevil]

Health department? [Allen asked her, his eyebrow raised. He'd never heard of anything like it and shrugs once. He warily takes a bite of his breakfast and despite his distaste for it, keeps eating.]

This is what we get all the time on the upper level.

[forever_jack]

[Jack’s sitting nearby eating patiently (he’s had far worse rations in his time) but he looks round curious at this remark.] You’re on the upper level? What did you do to deserve that?

[penetratingevil]

[Allen manages to smile at him politely.] Who can say? I don't know.

[forever_jack]

Really? You’ve really no idea? I mean, they say everything we’ve experienced prior to being here is all in our heads, so I was curious to know if they actually use those experiences to determine our danger level. Because, you know, that would be kind of ironic, wouldn’t it? [He’s just prattling, really, in his usual inane way, but there’s a thread of real curiosity beneath the absurd.]

[penetratingevil]

[But he does know and suspect what it is makes them think he's a lethal force. Allen just doesn't want to think about it.] I think they do use those experiences to judge our levels. I just don't know how.

[forever_jack]

[Jack’s eyes narrow, but his lips twitch] Well, isn’t that interesting? Because if they are using something they say never happened to judge us, how do they know what it is that we think happened? And isn’t that kind of admitting it was real?

[penetratingevil]

Without ever saying it is out loud. [He spreads his hands.]

[forever_jack]

Well, yeah. Still funny though.

[Sensing attention from another quarter, he turns automatically to direct a friendly smile towards the pretty little girl, only to realise her eyes are closed and she can't see his smile. He speaks to her instead - softly, so as not to startle her, and letting the smile through in his voice.] Hey, there. Cap'n Jack Harkness. [He glances at Allen to include him in that introduction.] Are you doing all right there?

[forever_jack]

[Laughing softly] Yeah, I think we're all missing someone's cooking. Or coffee. [God, how he misses Ianto's coffee. Though he's glad Ianto's here, even without the coffee.]

Nice to meet you, anyway, Nunnally Lamperouge.

[penetratingevil]

Ah, I'm doing as well as to be expected here. I'm Allen Walker, it's nice to meet you sir.

[forever_jack]

Likewise. But please don't call me sir. [Slight wince at the 'sir'; that's Ianto's territory.] Jack's fine, really.

[Turning to Nunnally, because he can't help feeling a little protective towards someone blind and in a wheelchair in a place like this] Listen, I don't want to overstep any boundaries here, but seriously - if you ever need a hand with anything, call me, okay?

Heh - I'd forgotten about it! *g*

[forever_jack]

[Jack grins.] Your ears could be useful, actually - a lot of people will talk more openly in front of someone in a wheelchair - there often seems to be an assumption that someone with one disability has others or is stupid. You never know, you might hear some things the rest of us don't.