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[othercaptjack]

It is raining outside the base, in the deceptive manner of English Spring that means what might look like a light shower has left Jack decidedly wet as he swings into the Hub, alarms blaring behind him. It's late in the evening, but his latest Weevil chase had gone on for longer than he had thought it would.

They're getting cunning. He's perversely pleased.

He throws his coat across the couch as he passes, scrubbing a hand through his wet hair and heading for his office. He has no real reason to expect anyone else to be here this late.

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[othercaptjack]

[OOC: Heading for bed now. :S The slowtime, it eats souls?]

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: This is the thread that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends . . . slowtime is love. Go sleep!]

[othercaptjack]

[OOC: Aaaand ready to FTB whenever you are. I have a feeling things are about to take a turn for the filthy. *Amused.*]

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: FTB works for me here. Do we want to have them talking afterwards?]

[othercaptjack]

[OOC: Yeah, probably a good idea for them to have a quick chat. Do you want to start it, or shall I?]

[likesthecoat]

[ooc: I can, unless you've got an idea for it. I have a vague one.

Now with 33% less vagueness.]