Naked Community Service

[forever_jack]

Day: 7
Characters: Jack Harkness and Heather Mason
Summary: Community service does not stop just because it's washday
When: 6.30 pm
Where: The corridor leading to the Level 1 cells
Status: Open!

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[heatherthemason]

Heather was heading back to her cell. From therapy. Writing to be precise. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, hiding herself from anyone who was there. She hated the fact that she was naked, and was being forced to be naked in front of other people. But the fact that everyone else was naked made her feel a little better. But not much. She was at least getting used to the idea.

Although, she wasn't expecting to see an equally naked man mopping up the floors of the very hall she was trekking. With her eyes on the floor, watching her toes as they scaled the floor, she heard the flopping of the mop head and gasped, jumping with a sharp gasp and stumbling back. "AH! JESUS!" she covered her eyes with one hand while the other remained around her chest, her leg raising up and crossing the other to hide herself. Not much good it did, though, "Fucking Christ!"

[forever_jack]

“Nope, just me,” Jack apologised, grinning, and instinctively reaching out to steady her, though stopping short of actually making contact once he saw how she was trying to cover herself. Also, stepping forwards made him put his bare foot on the patch he’d just been mopping and he recoiled instinctively from the cold wetness, hopping and shaking his foot to try and dry it off.

“Ach! Sorry - Heather, isn’t it? Are you all right?”

[heatherthemason]

Heather slowly recovered from her scare. Why was she freaking out again? Oh, right, from seeing a naked man in the hallway rather than some hulking squelchy monster with gigantic swingy arms. Still keeping her leg and arm where they now sit, she pretty much froze, an unconscious decision that now kept her from advancing to safety. Not that it was really safety to begin with, since she would still have to sit naked in front of another person.

"I'm--I'm fine. Sorry. Still not used to the whole stark nakedness everywhere idea," she said, unsure whether to make eye contact with him or not, "Yeah, I'm Heather... You're... Jack, right? Or Jim? Something like that?"

[forever_jack]

“Jack, yeah,” he replied with a smile, leaning on his mop and keeping his eyes very firmly on her face so at not to cause her any more embarrassment. “And yeah, I get that virtually everyone here is having problems with the nudity issue. I come from a time where it’s not really an issue, but it clearly is with most people here.” He grimaced slightly. “I guess you just have to recognise that it’s just them trying to demoralise us and be determined not to let it work, eh?”