answers, please, and now (closed - incomplete)

[fixdpointintime]

Characters: Jack Harkness and Simon Simmon
Setting/Location: caravan entrance
Date & Time: morning, day 14, after Simon gets back with the people from the maze
Warnings: n/a
Summary: getting an explanation

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[simonsimmon]

Simon was exhausted. After all, he'd departed the previous evening to make the hike to Charlie's chop shop, flew with the man to Moorentide, rushed to whisk the foreigners away before the sirens - or worse, their current item of worship - could catch on, then came all the way back to the caravan. There were many files of paperwork waiting for him to wade through, Sir Amon's office was in need of a good cleaning. While the mini-men had fetched some small amounts of nonperishable food items they could throw into some stew, there was not a lot left in Streamdrab. For good reason, of course. Animals had whisked off with the most of the valuable resources. He huffed a sigh as he heaved himself up the several foot drop between the entrance and the ground - the mini-men had raised the steps in preparation for departure - and readjusted his mask as he entered the warm confined of the mobile home.

[fixdpointintime]

There was his little answer man. He'd been gone quite a while, and the small bit of his face that was visible looked exhausted. A compassionate person would have let him go get a shower and a nap. "Took you long enough," Jack said, pushing off the wall and placing himself between Simon and the staircase he assumed led to wherever the man was probably trying to hurry off to.

He didn't actually know what Simon had gone up against or how many 'silly friends' he'd gone up against it to rescue. He'd been short with Jack, though, and sent the man to go stand next to a door all night. Not the best first impression, assuming there was anyone who could make a good one on Jack at the moment. Probably not.

[simonsimmon]

"Jack Harkness," Simon greeted - and while he wasn't the most jovial about the situation, he was nevertheless calm and polite. Though, to be honest, he'd been hoping Jack would have found his information and current situation from the other caravan members - but with the way the man had been skulking by his lonesome and not even bothering to register his Junogam, Simon figured the man wasn't the most social of creatures. That and the way the man looked like he had been waiting in the exact spot for several hours seemed rather... disconcerting, at best. He peered up at Jack briefly before rolling his shoulders, lips quirking underneath the cloth of his mask.

"I'm assuming you remain mostly unawares of your current situation?" he prompted.

[fixdpointintime]

"The situation bothers slightly less than the fact that you seem to know me. I don't know you." Cold and direct, and the tone seemed to imply that he had no desire to get to know him. He held up the junogam he'd been given, still displaying the first screen of the registration process. "Why can this piece of junk connect to a network that I can't get into? That network shouldn't exist. How do you know my name? What kind of perception filter do you have covering this place?" Probably more questions than anyone wanted to answer, especially someone so worn out, but Jack was at a disadvantage here. He didn't like the feeling. He liked even less that so many people seemed to just trust this situation. It was why he hadn't moved, why he hadn't spoken to anyone or touched anything or even started taking the junogam apart.

[simonsimmon]

"I'm Simon Simmon," he announced, calmly addressing each of Jack's particular... concerns. "I am the Way-Warrant's assistant. The Way-Warrant is the man who runs this caravan, which is en route to take you back home." His eyes focused on the Junogam, pointing with one finger towards it. "That piece of junk is a Junogam, which connects to the world-wide network of Willaknet, which all of Willaknapp can access. You need to register to access it." He shifted his weight, lowering his finger to fold his arms across his chest and gaze at the other man matter-of-factly. "I know your name because we know all of those who appear on Willaknapp. It's just a matter of... collecting them," he mused, one hand coming up to rub at his chin from over his mask. "Those like you who decide to completely circumvent the Junogam system, for instance."