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Jack's outside, today. He went for a run, most of the morning, and is now sitting by the side of the lake feeling pleased with himself. He'd kind of been afraid he would have gotten out of shape in the past few months, but apparently the Delicate Flowers is an excellent workout.

Now he's vaguely contemplaing swimming, and if anyone will really care that much if he does so in the nude.

He'll probably make a decision in half an hour or so, but for now he's just enjoying the sun.

Date: 2007-05-06 02:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
Matilda wanders by along the edge of the lake, staring into the water and watching the ripples. Or causing the ripples. Hard to tell, with her.

She's on a collision course and shows no signs of noticing Jack's presence. Clearly she needs lessons in the fine art of "looking where you're bloody well going".

Date: 2007-05-06 03:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
She blinks and stares at him.

"Where the hell did you come from?" is the surprised exclamation she lets slip.

Date: 2007-05-06 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
"I was looking at the water," she says distractedly.

She's still looking at the water.

"I'm making splashes and trying to set up mathematical predictions of where they go. It's harder than I thought it would be."

Date: 2007-05-08 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
She nods enthusiastically. "I haven't had much of a chance to really investigate what computers bring to mathematics, and there don't seem to be any good books on chaos theory in the Milliways library, but I did happen to run across a computerized simulation of fluid dynamics and now I'm trying to figure out the equations from scratch. Perhaps I should be working in a more controlled environment, but I don't have a bucket."

Date: 2007-05-09 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com

"The problem is really sorting out original movement from what I'm causing. And trying to measure precisely by eye, although I've got the advantage of practice there. After a certain amount of time spent folding origami without touching it, you pick up a lot of good methodology for visual measurement."

Date: 2007-05-09 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
"By original I mean things I didn't cause myself. It'd be a bit of a task to work out the maths governing the movements caused by every fish, rock and breeze that touches the lake. So I mostly look for still patches to muck about with, but there's a limited amount of still available."

Date: 2007-05-09 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
"I could probably just build a mechanised water disturber myself. It wouldn't take much more than some magnets, a motor or two, and a transparent container for the water. But thanks, I'll consider that. Oh, and remind me to ask him about making me a bag that's bigger on the inside, too. This one's getting a bit awkward to carry around." She gestures to the bag she always carries with her, which indeed looks as though it weighs more than she does.

Date: 2007-05-09 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
"No, I never have. What's he look like? Does he come to the bar, and if so, how often? And for that matter, what's with the name? 'Doctor' is a title."

Date: 2007-05-09 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
He is correct in that estimation.

"...Okay, if I ever meet a skinny fluffy man with no name, I will ask him how to make a bag that's bigger on the inside. Provided I don't predict that the question will make him think I'm a nutter."

Date: 2007-07-11 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] precocioustilda.livejournal.com
"I shall make a note of it," says Tilda, lifting her eyebrows in a way that clearly demonstrates her dubiety as to just how far that really is.

Date: 2007-05-06 03:06 pm (UTC)
velocitygirl: (i like the way you still say please)
From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
Even though there's a thread in the nightclub...you can never get enough of Jack Harkness.

Inyri vaguely hates the lakeside, what with Zekka being a bastard and all. But he's still in jail, and so she's outside, a bottle of water in hand as she drops to sit next to Jack. "Hey."

Date: 2007-05-06 03:47 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
"All right." Inyri shrugs idly, smiling slightly. "Didn't sleep well last night. You?"

Date: 2007-05-08 11:50 am (UTC)
velocitygirl: (i brought you something close)
From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
She laughs softly at the first bit and shrugs. "I don't know, I think that we're often up for the same reason. And I had a little caf earlier, yeah."

Date: 2007-05-08 12:28 pm (UTC)
velocitygirl: (don't want to be coy)
From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
"You're like...one of the only people I know who sees it like that." She murmurs. "I'm a pilot, pilots like sex...but if you're a girl who is a pilot and likes sex, people still look down on you. Bleh."

The face she makes with that last noise is quite impressive.

Date: 2007-05-08 12:34 pm (UTC)
velocitygirl: (he would always win the fight bang bang)
From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
"In technology, but probably not socially." She frowns. "We have xenophobes, racism, prejudice, and whoring isn't the best profession, unless you're in a high class society. S'why Zekka takes pleasure in calling me a whore...though I never solicited outside our hotel. I seduced in classy bars."

People in classy bars > Zekka.

Date: 2007-05-08 12:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
"It's usually a profession amongst glitbiters, which are less than savory people, usually." Inyri shrugs. "Sex for spice. I know that's what Zekka payed his whores in. I...guess that did make me one of his whores, though I just, you know, lived with him."

Date: 2007-05-08 02:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
She shrugs. "Oh well though. I can't really bring myself to care about what others think right now. It's probably not good, and definitely not nice, but I'm pissy and a girl. So hah."

Date: 2007-05-08 03:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
"That's the problem." She sighs with a grin. "I do care about them. It's people like Shalla, and Wes. Though I don't think about Wes anymore. He's on my hitlist right now."

Silly face!

Date: 2007-05-09 10:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
She rolls her eyes at the head pat. "Yeah, s'why I stopped paying attention."

Date: 2007-05-09 10:17 pm (UTC)
velocitygirl: (i brought you something close)
From: [personal profile] velocitygirl
She bites her lip and grins over at him. "Like we discussed, better pastimes to do than whine about how sucky one's life is."

Date: 2007-05-08 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ibringlife.livejournal.com
It's a convenient thing that the Doctor always parks the TARDIS out here when visiting, otherwise Rose might've missed Jack entirely.

"Room out here for two, or's that sunbeam all yours?"

Date: 2007-05-08 12:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ibringlife.livejournal.com
Rose only wrinkles her nose a little at the cheesiness; after all, she did set herself up for that one.

"Oh, you know. About the usual."

Her bright grin betrays any sort of boredom the statement might've otherwise conveyed.

"Never the same place twice, except here and home. Just between you and me? Here's better."

Date: 2007-05-08 12:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ibringlife.livejournal.com
Rose starts to laugh, but is suddenly struck mute with horror at the thought of her mother, Jackie Tyler, meeting or even being in the same room as Jack Harkness.
Given the dispositions of both parties, any likely outcomes would result in her being unable to even look at either of them again.

"... right, Jack? You can never ever meet my mother. Ever. And I mean that."

Date: 2007-05-09 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonofgrey.livejournal.com
Draco was out back, doing spiral rolls and dives through the air. Occasionally skimming over the water.

He'd debate on swimming in the all together himself, but if the view's good. Well, why complain?

Date: 2007-05-10 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonofgrey.livejournal.com
Nothing but an elaborate set up of charms and enchantments. Helps if the wizard's good at flying one. Which Draco is. Had a lot of practice since he was young.

He noticed the staring, and just smirked.

Look out Jack, git on a broom's gonna buzz your head.


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