James Mayer // "Border Princes" ("Torchwood" novel) // Bar
[ OOMM: James and Jack argue hold a thoroughly civil and professional discussion, only to be interrupted by Tosh and some very loud alarms.]
James walks out of the medical bay and into Milliways with a (very careful) sigh of relief. On a scale of one to ten, the Amok was a twenty-bloody-seven in difficulty and pain. Most of them got pretty banged up to one degree or another, and even with the Amok contained they've all still got that headache, just shy of a migraine now. Most of them are planning to go for a drink once Tosh has got the computer repair program up and running - Ianto declined the invitation, as per usual, and Jack . . . well, no one wanted to ask Jack.
James has a friend at a pub in the Quay who'll let them in late, which is only appropriate; he's the one who finds the ways to let them all unwind and let go of a horrible day. He doesn't mind it, he likes it, and he's got just the thing will cheer them all up. It'll be great.
But - god, they've all got different mental loads to drop, and there's the spectre of the unfinished argument with Jack hanging over James on top of the Amok and the headache and the getting hit by an actual fucking car, and he just needs an hour to breathe before he can begin taking care of the others.
James forgoes a stop by the Bar in favor of making his stiff way to a sofa, where he settles in, careful of the cracked rib and injured elbow with its ice-pack. He closes his eyes briefly, and on the backs of his eyelids
two big blue lights, moving . . . moving . . . big big big
His eyes snap back open. Just his imagination, he knows, but he decides to stare into the fire instead.
[OOC: James has officially progressed into canon! His last pre-canon EP below is, as stated, open for eternity; this one, on the other hand, is probably only open for a few days.]
James walks out of the medical bay and into Milliways with a (very careful) sigh of relief. On a scale of one to ten, the Amok was a twenty-bloody-seven in difficulty and pain. Most of them got pretty banged up to one degree or another, and even with the Amok contained they've all still got that headache, just shy of a migraine now. Most of them are planning to go for a drink once Tosh has got the computer repair program up and running - Ianto declined the invitation, as per usual, and Jack . . . well, no one wanted to ask Jack.
James has a friend at a pub in the Quay who'll let them in late, which is only appropriate; he's the one who finds the ways to let them all unwind and let go of a horrible day. He doesn't mind it, he likes it, and he's got just the thing will cheer them all up. It'll be great.
But - god, they've all got different mental loads to drop, and there's the spectre of the unfinished argument with Jack hanging over James on top of the Amok and the headache and the getting hit by an actual fucking car, and he just needs an hour to breathe before he can begin taking care of the others.
James forgoes a stop by the Bar in favor of making his stiff way to a sofa, where he settles in, careful of the cracked rib and injured elbow with its ice-pack. He closes his eyes briefly, and on the backs of his eyelids
two big blue lights, moving . . . moving . . . big big big
His eyes snap back open. Just his imagination, he knows, but he decides to stare into the fire instead.
[OOC: James has officially progressed into canon! His last pre-canon EP below is, as stated, open for eternity; this one, on the other hand, is probably only open for a few days.]