[Introduction] Ain't found a way to kill me yet...

[51stcentry_jack]

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I owe you some IC clothes anyway, I think... XD

[surfaceshine]

Well, that's odd.

Which is an odd thing to think in a place as odd as this. Which isn't really all that... never mind.

Dean is on his way back up to the Mansion after a hard day of work at Genkai's dojo site, and he really wants to just go have a shower and lay down, but there's something between him and the door that he gets the feeling is going to delay that somewhat. He saw Jack from across the lawn, but it isn't until he gets in closer that he realizes how strange this really is, and then the other man is shouting, and... Dean might be more excitable, if he weren't already worn out.

"Then why'd you roll around in it?" the hunter calls back, because he hasn't seen the manacles yet; he sounds vaguely annoyed, because what the fuck, but a naked man on the porch isn't exactly enough to make him flip completely out.

He's kind of a medical type? Kinda? In a pinch?

He'd appreciate it!

[51stcentry_jack]

"Got strong-armed into someone's idea of a spa that specialized in that sort of thing," he says, lifting his hands and rattling the manacles. "I've been cuffed before, but this time, the hostess wasn't interested in my safe-word."

[surfaceshine]

Dean's vague annoyance shifts gears, abruptly, about the time Jack turns around; the manacles give him pause for about three seconds, but there's a greater concern than personal safety just now, and Dean has never doubted his own ability to get him out of trouble if those manacles mean something.

"Holy shit, dude, that really is cement. C'mon." He'd been walking so far, now he tosses his tools down on the ground next to the stairs and motions impatiently for Jack to follow him around the side of the house towards the hose; there must be a way to get dried cement off human skin, but Dean is pretty sure he doesn't know what it is, and is damn sure he doesn't want to have to figure it out on the fly. "We'll get the worst hosed off, and then you can hop into a shower or something."

[51stcentry_jack]

Jack doesn't need to be told twice to follow the youngster, and a face like that, he can't refuse. Builder type? Bring it on. "Much appreciated," he replies. "I'd shake yer hand, but I'm a bit tied up here. I'm Captain Jack Harkness."

I am not sorry for doing this.

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia is a very loyal creature. She's the loyalest of creatures to those loyal to her. So while she is completely loyal to her champion, she cannot help but gape at the man her.

She may not know it, but her typist once used the phrase could have sexual tension with office furniture to describe him, and poor Fuchsia's not immune to whatever he exudes. She's quite sure he's the handsomest man she's ever seen, through nowhere near as wonderful as her champion.

Fuchsia is a special experience in the mansion, and it's better that Jack get this first special experience over with.

Hee, I was hoping you'd send her!

[51stcentry_jack]

Hopefully by now, Jack has found something presentable to wear, even if it's a tee-shirt and track-suit pants. Then again, this guy can make anything, even peculiar Object Underwear, look hot.

He might be rubbing his left wrist, which feels naked without the vortex manipulator strapped to it. "So, have I the honor of meeting the Lady of the house or are you another unexpected guest like myself?" he asks, hiding his thoughtfulness with a cheerful question.

I was debating between my two but Fuchsia won!

[drownedfuchsia]

If he's not at least in some form of top and bottom, Fuchsia would be suitably flustered, which would probably end with her running away.

She does giggle a little at his question. "I am a lady, but not the lady of thus house. There are too many ladies for anyone to claim to be her."

Oh look, a somewhat sensible answer.

[51stcentry_jack]

He can't help the twinkle in his eye at the sound of that: perhaps there'll be a good share of gents as well (and anything in between or anything else that's willing and wooing...). "Well, if there was ever a time when this place needed one lady in particular, I'd say that crown would go to you," he says, bowing. "Captain Jack Harkness, at milady's service."

[in_summer_leaf]

If Jack finds his way to the kitchen, he will find Hisoka both cooking and cleaning his weapons. There is a pot of stew simmering on the stove, and its enticing smell is mixed with the scents of cleaning solvent and gun oil. Hisoka is taking apart his .45-caliber revolver and drinking coffee, which is being kept warm in a pot on the stove. He would be glad of some conversation, and would of course share the dinner.

[51stcentry_jack]

By now, Jack is likely looking for something to eat, and the scent of the stew has drawn him to the kitchen. "Mmmm, smells good," he says, eying the pot, then looking up at Hisoka. "Don't mind me: just got here and I hadn't had lunch."

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka looks up. "Help yourself! Bowls and silverware are on the counter, over there. Cups in the cupboard, coffee on the stove." He finishes reassembling one of his revolvers. "I'm Hisoka Kurosaki. Who are you?"

[51stcentry_jack]

"Captain Jack Harkness: I seem to have woken up here quite suddenly," he replies, hunting up a clean mug and helping himself to the coffee. "So what's a young man with gorgeous green eyes like yours doing in a place like this?"

[itsnotrelevant]

Sooner or later, once Jack's settled in, he may find himself being followed and watched by a pretty if slightly creepifying young girl. She's mostly keeping out of sight, if not exactly hiding.

River's sneaking today. We're not sure why.

[51stcentry_jack]

He might be scouting out a room to crash in for the few hours of sleep that he needs at night, not that he's going to stick to one room: he's a rover by nature.

He might not have noticed her just yet, but she's likely not going to be able to avoid the hum of memories flitting through his head: something that might be the Crab Nebula viewed from above, the scent of a man's aftershave (Ianto's), four notes of a Glenn Miller tune, the feel of play-wrestling in the sand with Grey... things that come the closest to home to him.

[itsnotrelevant]

She's drawn in and wants to run away at the same time. So instead she does neither, continuing to lurk mostly out of sight. If she eventually picks up on the fact that he's a friend of the Doctor, though, that'll be a point or ten in his favor.

[51stcentry_jack]

A few less than polite things might pass through his head, then the image of the face of the Doctor that she knows passes through his memory, followed by the face of the Ninth Doctor, during their visit to Kyoto at the end of the Heian Era, before they ended up getting shanghaied to Satelite 5.

[alwaysmovingon]

We can't have a Jack without one.

The Doctor is currently inside, flipping through his Gallifreyian book and actually probably kind of hoping to see River. The last thing he expects will be to see his friend that he hasn't seen since the debacle with the Master.

This should be fun.

(He will not be happy to hear about what's going down on Earth.)

[51stcentry_jack]

Somehow, it doesn't surprise Jack that his friend is here, and yet at the same time, he can't help blink a bit on seeing his friend.

"Was that you that called me here?" he asks.

[alwaysmovingon]

The Doctor looks up sharply, and then his expression is that familiar, wide, slightly manic grin. "Jack!" he exclaims, leaving the book and bounding to his feet. "Captain Jack-"

Pause.

"--nope, wasn't me. I'm not supposed to be here at all, really, bit of a mess, I'm working on it-"

[51stcentry_jack]

He can't help returning the grin: this version of his friend was always more excitable in a puppy-like way than the previous version. "At least I've got a familiar face here, wherever it is.

"So what or where is this place, anyway?"