[ so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen goodbye. ]

[captaincy]

[ Somewhere near the barrier, a dripping wet Captain Jack Harkness has stripped to the waist in an attempt to wring out his shirt. Andrew Wells is determinedly only studying the oversized Goodbye card he's clutching

Comments

[mmmdots]

It's a special talent of theirs.

[captaincy]

...Really?

[mmmdots]

of course. It's taught in Zombie School. In art class.

[captaincy]

Zombies have a- actually, never mind, I don't think this is a line of inquiry I need to be following.

[byakuran]

Hm?

[captaincy]

Well, I guess it's nice to know camp cares, in its own special way... right?

[byakuran]

Does it really?

[captaincy]

Special is the operative word.

[sillyrabitricks]

...

[iscrewtothink]

...

[sillyrabitricks]

Mr. Bare-chest.

[iscrewtothink]

He has always been the type not to be shy about that sort of thing.

[pleasemarieme]

...!

[captaincy]

Hello there.

[pleasemarieme]

You seem to be missing a shirt!

[captaincy]

Actually, it's right here. [ holds up a wad of wet cloth. ] I'm trying to dry off.

[grown_a_bulge]

Such a cliché.

[captaincy]

Hey, it's not like I'm manfully emptying a bottle of water over my head.

[grown_a_bulge]

... give it a second, Jenny here will get you one.

[points at Andrew]

[captaincy]

Tragic thing is I think you're right. [ also lol you have a fanboy, this is hilarious. ]