Well, to be fair to Ianto, he's had a good few opportunities in recent days to get used to it. (OWEN.)
Jack, meanwhile, continues thawing quietly. Time and Space in concentrated form aren't gentle to the nervous system, but his body temperature is gradually on the increase.
After a few moments, the imminent change becomes visible, in the faint surge of colour that begins to take away the grey tone of Jack's face. He shudders convulsively, then draws in a sudden, violent breath that sounds far harsher than can be healthy as his eyes shoot open, only half-aware.
Hopefully he will be regaining his wits somewhere in the subsequent coughing fit.
The one on the floor doesn't move, but the frost on his skin is vanishing steadily as his temperature rises slowly to a point where it can support life again.
She had been crossing the bar proper to obtain a strawberry milkshake when Jack's entrance stops her (pardon the pun) dead in her tracks. As Jenny looks at the man on the floor, she wants to run and help him.
But more than that, she just wants to run. Away. Far, far away.
Jack doesn't know it yet, but it's not an unheard of reaction.
Jenny, however, may get something of a clue as to the why when after a few moments the dead man chokes and inhales violently (with a shiver of outside aid) then begins an energetic coughing fit.
Jack himself isn't nearly so tactful, as it turns out, and the sudden inrush of life is all too visible in the sudden convulsion of what had previously been a corpse.
There's a blond boy off to the side a ways. A second ago, he was nibbling at a french fry which now hangs limply in his fingers, halfway to his mouth.
That guy on the floor isn't moving. Actually, he doesn't look like he's breathing.
"A-are you okay?"
His voice wavers as he slips out of his seat, bending down and trying to shake the man's arm. He's never seen a dead body, before...and the air of potential panic behind his wide eyes is growing pretty quickly.
The cold settles Momiji's question in an instant, and the rabbit-boy yanks his hand back like he'd touched fire. People aren't supposed to be that cold, ever.
They're also not supposed to be dead on the floor of Milliways.
"Oh...help!"
It's meant to be a scream, but his voice chokes at the last moment, and it turns into a muted, squeaking yelp. Not that he knows who could help with a surprise, icy corpse, to begin with.
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However, there is no shouting (he wants to), crying (really, those aren't tears he's willing back, hush), or even hitting (he wants to.)
He just kneels and takes a deep breath and says quietly, "You had better wake up. Sir."
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Jack, meanwhile, continues thawing quietly. Time and Space in concentrated form aren't gentle to the nervous system, but his body temperature is gradually on the increase.
It's only a matter of time.
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. . . today.
Ianto, subtly as he can, takes Jack's hand. The coldness of Jack's skin makes him wince.
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After a few moments, the imminent change becomes visible, in the faint surge of colour that begins to take away the grey tone of Jack's face. He shudders convulsively, then draws in a sudden, violent breath that sounds far harsher than can be healthy as his eyes shoot open, only half-aware.
Hopefully he will be regaining his wits somewhere in the subsequent coughing fit.
God, the world hurts right now.
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Normally, dead people that come to Miliways are less dead.
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The one on the floor doesn't move, but the frost on his skin is vanishing steadily as his temperature rises slowly to a point where it can support life again.
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He's not breathing, but his skin is slowly turning a more lifelike colour as he lies there.
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But more than that, she just wants to run. Away. Far, far away.
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Jenny, however, may get something of a clue as to the why when after a few moments the dead man chokes and inhales violently (with a shiver of outside aid) then begins an energetic coughing fit.
"...Fuckow... ow."
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She still wants to flee. She hasn't wanted to run from something this badly since her last fight with Bart.
So, she takes a deep breath and walks over, trying to properly prop him up as he coughs.
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Okay, Jack's automatic excuse system is sucking slightly, at the moment.
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"Ow, fu -"
Then he gets a closer look, and forgets the burn entirely.
. . .
That is just fucking creepy.
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If you'd like to leave a message, he'll be reviving shortly.
For the moment, however, he just thaws lightly in the warmth.
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That must be . . . oh, man. Oh, man.
Cal is going to have some pretty shattered friends pretty soon here - but what the fuck, why isn't he . . . normal, Milliways dead?
"What the hell is going on?"
Unfortunately, the napkin that pops up near him saying Just hang on a minute goes unnoticed, because Cal currently has his back against the Bar.
It was a nice thought, though.
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Jack himself isn't nearly so tactful, as it turns out, and the sudden inrush of life is all too visible in the sudden convulsion of what had previously been a corpse.
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There's a blond boy off to the side a ways. A second ago, he was nibbling at a french fry which now hangs limply in his fingers, halfway to his mouth.
That guy on the floor isn't moving. Actually, he doesn't look like he's breathing.
"A-are you okay?"
His voice wavers as he slips out of his seat, bending down and trying to shake the man's arm. He's never seen a dead body, before...and the air of potential panic behind his wide eyes is growing pretty quickly.
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Breathing, or okay. But he will be in a little while!
Uh. Meanwhile, Jack deads icily at the world.
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They're also not supposed to be dead on the floor of Milliways.
"Oh...help!"
It's meant to be a scream, but his voice chokes at the last moment, and it turns into a muted, squeaking yelp. Not that he knows who could help with a surprise, icy corpse, to begin with.
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In this case, however, it seems unnecessary, as a slow rush of colour is coming to the man's cheeks, as the air warms him up.
And then, with a painful-sounding gasp, he starts breathing.
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