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[posterboywraith]

Day: 12
Characters: Face Loran, OPEN
Summary: You know how Face gets when he's bored.
When: Recreation block
Where: Billiards room
Status: open; incomplete

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[posterboywraith]

Oh, Face read that watchful look on Jack's face just fine and retaliated maturely by sticking out his tongue and throwing a few added flourished into his juggling. He also caught the excitement on Nunnally's face, and grinned even knowing she could not see the expression. "I'm doing a very bad job of it. Jack has had to dodge several stray projectiles. Also I've lit them on fire. And some of them are knives. Or small animals. Its quite a spectacle. In a minute I'm going to start jumping through hoops."

Finishing with a bow he set the balls back on the table and added, "She's right, you know. It's very unfair. I'm afraid we have no choice but to team up against you until I learn the rules." He didn't need to give Jack the conspirator look he was such a master of but he did anyways. It wasn't that he felt sorry for the girl, more that he was just determined to make this fun and let her be a part of it. "Come on, lovely assistant, I'm aiming, you're firing. My wingmate and I had to do a drill like that once, and our success was greeted with awe and adoration by crowds of beautiful women. Actually just two of them. And they were sort of sarcastic."

[forever_jack]

“Ah, but I was playing by the rules,” Jack chuckled, and added, eyebrows raised archly at Face, “Despite having to dodge stray projectiles!” He completely approved of Face’s determination to include Nunnally; he was continually amazed by how well the girl was coping here, and was equally resolved to do anything he could to make things better for her.

Gathering up the balls into the triangle, he set them out for a new game, declaring, with a twinkle in his eye, “Well, I can’t let a challenge like that go unmet. Bring it on, you two!” And he set about chalking his cue with deliberate (and rather overdone) care.

((OOC: So sorry, guys. I forgot to track this thread!))

[posterboywraith]

Face watched Jack and the chalk with an expression that was equal parts you have got to be kidding me that this is what we're supposed to do with those and deliberately reading too much into the gesture. "And here I thought you were done flirting with me. You are clearly making this game up as you go along, because it's just silly." And for the record, he still liked his beating the losers theory.

He heaved an overly dramatic sigh, since Nunnally could not see the tragically disappointed gaze he threw her way. "You don't know the rules either? We better have one hell of a case of beginner's luck or I'm blaming you." Turning his attention back to the silly set up and triangle thing he said, "In a wild guess I'm going to say we're supposed to hit these into the holes. I'm even going to go one step further and assume we each pick a pattern to hit." Yes, one of the New Republic's top minds, hard at work.

[forever_jack]

"I am never done flirting," Jack smirked, offering Face the chalk in his turn with an extremely suggestive look. "And yep, you've got it. First player breaks off by placing the white ball in the D there and hitting it at the pack of balls. You don't have to choose a pattern till you pot a ball though. You want to start? As a bit of a favour to the novices?"

[posterboywraith]

"Stop making up words, Captain." Face instructed blandly, eyeing the balls and lining up his stick - was there a technical term for it? He was going to stick with stick. Heh, 'stick with stick'. Witty as always - "Although while we're on the captain subject you aren't actually one, are you? No formal military training and you don't own a ship." He did the perfectly rehearsed charming smile, like he was anticipating the confusion he usually got. "I'm good with reading walks."

Choosing an angle he tugged Nunnally over, placing her hands on the stick or whatever it was called while keeping it aimed towards the white ball. "Fire away!" He instructed gleefully.

[forever_jack]

"Face here was just misconstruing the way I chalked my cue," Jack drawled, with a smirk at Face that showed that Face had not in fact misconstrued anything. "And I like it when everyone has fun too - especially in a place like this."

One eyebrow slipped upwards at Face's assumptions about his rank. "Oh, I'm a captain, all right. Not quite the kind of captain I claim to be back home, but I've earned the title. Not strictly military training either, but enough that I can usually masquarade satisfactorily." And he'd have to watch out for Face because the man was altogether too observant. A useful man to have on his side, though, especially with the odds they were all facing here.

[posterboywraith]

The stick was called a cue? Well that was disappointing. Face put it down as another loss to a lack of creativity and did his best to move on with his life. "Just making pleasant small talk." He explained, because yes, the question had been a bit random, but frankly that was an important element of all his conversations. "I"m not a spy or anything. Actually I am, but not here. Well, I suppose by being here I technically bring my profession with me. But that's not the point. The point was I do walks the best and of the two of you," He nodded good naturally at both of them, "You were the only actual option for that hobby." Before Nunnally could even have a moment to take that as some sort of insult he continued with whatever direction it was this story was going now. "I had a mostly mechanical friend; let me tell you, that was annoying to deal with. Very tricky." Didn't see the death-wish coming at all.

If there was one thing Face was good at it was talking a lot without saying anything.

He was also good at the overly innocent, faintly smug look he gave Jack at the question about his team mate because honestly he had not really needed much of his frankly staggering powers of deduction to figure out what was going on there. The look was more a faintly mocking way of asking how he was going to answer because why be tactful when you could pretend to be tactful but actually be annoying? "You like your school, then?" He asked Nunnally, still wearing the look because he could.

[forever_jack]

Jack gave Face an equally innocent, unruffled look, and answered Nunnally’s question with complete, simple honesty. “Yes, he’s part of my team,” he said warmly, making it clear that anyone who was part of his team was someone he loved and valued very much. He lifted an amused eyebrow at Face, practically daring him to take that line of questioning any further. Not that he had any objection to it whatsoever - he and Ianto hadn’t exactly been trying to be particularly discreet - but because Face seemed to think it had the potential to embarrass him or something.

If so, Face had a lot to learn about Captain Jack Harkness.

He glanced down at the pool table. His opponents’ shot had actually been a pretty decent break-off shot, spreading the balls nicely and potting one ball. “Okay, you downed a stripe so you’re stripes,” he announced cheerfully. “And you get another go.”

[posterboywraith]

Face just sort of shrugged and smirked in Jack's direction. Being annoying for no reason was one of his many jobs and teasing people about relationships -even people like Kell and Tyria who made bombs for fun and had killer Jedi powers, respectively, which always added a fun element of danger to the mix - were practically begging him to mock them, regardless of who was involved. Annoyingly, the Captain did not appear the type easily embarrassed. How disappointing. Eyeing the striped balls he picked a new one and aimed again before nudging Nunnally to let her know it was her turn.

"A broken heart contest sounds incredibly depressing." He observed, adding melodramatically, "As I would know, having left a string of them behind me as I make my way through life." Helping her get a hold of the cue, he asked, "Who's Onii-sama?"

[forever_jack]

Jack chuckled. "Don't let Ianto know you could smell him on me! He'd probably take it as evidence that he hadn't washed enough or something - the poor boy's everso obsessed with being clean and tidy and he's mortified at the lack of facilities here!"

He watched Face line up the next shot, very, very approving of the almost unthinking consideration he was showing in involving Nunnally in this. "Have to agree with Face, though: a broken hearts contest does sound a tad depressing."

[posterboywraith]

"Ooh, thanks for the ammunition. Captain." Face replied with a wicked grin. "I've been looking for someone new to harass." What could he say? He got bored.

He watched the balls spin out from Nunnally's hit, not glancing around after her comment about the nurses because that would not be the sneaky thing to do. "I take it this is the part where we come up with a brilliant escape plan?" He replied in an equally low tone that lost none of the drama he loved to include in almost everything he said.