Jack Harkness' room :: Mid-2005 timewarp AU :: Milliways

[othercaptjack]

Jack's room is mostly basic, it has to be said.

In fairness, he hasn't had much chance to make it his own - it has only been (ahem) somewhere private to go that is not the TARDIS for when he visits Milliways.

And since he is not Bound, for most of the time it stays empty, storing just some clean clothes and basic necessities (well - basic if you're Jack) and not much else.


There is this to be said for it, too:

The door may be locked, but it is not booby-trapped.

Lucky for some.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck watches him at it, with every appearance of idleness.

Apparently, none of the drawers or boxes contained snacks.


His fingers tap absently against the carpeted floor. Outside the door, groans continue to sound, punctuated by the occasional battle cry, explosion, and scream.

The last of these makes Puck twitch.

"'Tis far off," he says in a low voice, the subtext there being FEEL FREE NOT TO GO.

[oneman_onevote]

"Hmm," Havelock agrees vaguely, scraping something... organic off the blade.

"But getting nearer, I think."

He does not seem concerned.

Then again, he also didn't when Hellebore was being torn apart in front of them, so perhaps that isn't comforting.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, not so much.

Puck listens out for a moment, head canting to one side, and gives a short nod to confirm Havelock's impression.

"Perhaps the window, then."

Thank whoever that there actually is one.

[oneman_onevote]

Thank Jack Harkness' inability to do his hair without natural light.

(Shh. It's 2005, and thus before the windowless Torchwood Cardiff base came and jossed this bit of millicanon.)

Anyway.



"Perhaps," says Havelock. He looks around, then heads to the light switch, turning it off to plunge the room into shadow before he heads to the window.

Sillouhettes: not clever.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

When he turns to the window, Puck is already there, peering out.

The view is mostly of lawn and lake, with a ribbon of green tree line.

It is all surprisingly vacant.






Puck frowns.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock gaze flickers to Puck, fast, and he hesitates for a fraction of a second before joining him.



...The view is entirely wrong, which delays the inevitable awkward quite nicely for the moment.

"Hm."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The hesitation amuses him, but he catches himself before he smiles. There are slightly more pressing matters afoot.

One of them being that when he reaches forward to slide the window open, he finds it's stuck.


And, as he applies a smidge more pressure, he lifts the entire window up as if it were a picture in a frame.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock's eyebrows go up almost in tandem with the clearly-not-a-window.



"I feel I should repeat," he says carefully after a moment.

"...Hm."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck ... jiggles the window.

It moves, but the view does not.



Cautiously, he slips his fingers under the back of the window and lifts it up.


Behind it there's nothing but wall.

[oneman_onevote]

"Ah."



Havelock turns back to the barricaded door, grim-faced.

Flatly, "Fascinating, what wonders this place holds."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck ... kind of does have to laugh, now.

Even if it means that he and the terrible mortal have effectively trapped themselves in here.

"How dreadfully preposterous."

[oneman_onevote]

Indeed.

"Indeed."

Still, at least the room is secure for the moment.

And they have water.


That's... about as many positives Havelock can find.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Helloooo, Havelock. Also WHISKEY?

Puck subsides back to his seat against the overturned bed, looking at Havelock with a sigh of dry long-suffering.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock does not consider alcohol to be an asset unless he can use it as an explosive.

And Puck currently seems set on drinking it instead.

Warily he ventures forward to look through the keyhole - around the upturned bedstead.

(He is blithely ignoring Puck's suffering nature.)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck shifts slightly to give him room, or to give him a wide berth.

[oneman_onevote]

There is... definitely movement out there.

However for now, there is no indication that the creatures know this room is inhabited, and so long as they stay quiet, hopefully that will continue.

"Still there," he says quietly.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck keeps to the same volume, but manages an amused snort.

"Are they? I should have thought their hungers slaked enough by now."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock shrugs one-shouldered.

(The other one is still a little stiff from the battle in Ankh-Morpork a few weeks ago, and tonight has not helped in the slightest.)

"Apparently not."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

His smile remains, though it looks a little tense.

"If it is no matter to you, sir, I prefer to bide here at least a time." He stretches absently. "Here I may sit in relative comfort, and perhaps come into a plan for escape in the bargain."

[oneman_onevote]

"That would be nice," the young man allows.

"So long as they don't remember where we went."


They are zombies. WHO KNOWS.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck snorts.

"They do not seem to me to be overburdened with brains."

[oneman_onevote]

This will not be the case for long if they have anything to say about it!


(All they want to do is eat people's brains. That's not unreasonable, I mean;- no-one's going to to eat their eyes.)

"No. But then, those that are common where I come from should not be so vicious. They are entirely reasonable."

If dull.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

This piques Puck's interest.

"You know the creatures?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock's expression gains a hint of frustration.

"Zombies exist where I live. But they are no more violent than ordinary men. They certainly do not crave flesh the way these do."

Or if they do, they also do a damn good job hiding it.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs.

"Than ordinary men."