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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[oneman_onevote]

"Hmm," Havelock responds; a vague, distracted hum.

It seems the resident of this room is quite the military man, although of a type Havelock has never before encountered.

He also has a collection of esoteric sexual devices in a case at the bottom quite unrivalled even by Rosie Palm herself. Havelock is puzzled, but mildly impressed at how complete a set it is.

He tactfully leaves those be, once he determines there is nothing particularly helpful contained within, and switches to searching the pockets of each jacket hanging above.

He feels cold metal, in a shape unfamiliar to him, and draws it out slowly.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Thump. Thump. Thump. Groan.

Only that time, the groan was not the undead creatures, but the door itself. Puck glances abruptly over to Havelock.

"... What is that?" he says. It looks as if somebody got hold of a musket and sawed off the front end.

[oneman_onevote]

"Some kind of weapon."

He wraps his fingers around the handle - similar to a horsebow, but with no feeling of drawn-up tension to indicate what pwer it might have.

Almost grudging, "I do not know the type."

It is too easy to hold, too light- almost like a toy. He runs fingertips lightly over the top, catching a button as he does. There is a very faint hum from the thing, and he pauses to turn the barrel consciously away from the faerie and to one of the walls.

"Do you?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs, though it's more of a snort.

"What cause have I?"

Faeries, like the proverbial lilies of the field, tend not to toil, and spin only when they expect high returns in the form of children.

He shrugs. "They shall have the door in a moment's time. If you can make it go, perhaps you ought to make a test of it."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock shrugs, sights at a blank expanse of wall, and pulls the trigger.

Beyond, there appears to be another, larger room, devoid of undead presence.

"...Well."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck blinks, copiously.

And edges towards the new room.

And picks up a piece of glass from the floor, which he pitches through the apparent opening. It sails harmlessly through and skitters across the floor.





"Aha."

He brightens.

"Well! Shall you go?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock reaches out, and delicately touches the new edge in the middle of the wall. It is warm, but not nearly as warm as it should be, apparently burned away in a moment by a pulse of light.



"It seems the wisest option," he says, holding the device slightly gingerly to one side.

He has no desire to see what it does to a living creature. Apart from a few moments entirely scientific consideration, which he has now sternly put from his mind.

"Perhaps we can pull the chest in front of it to mask the hole from this side.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"... Oh, yes," Puck replies, realizing with a downward quirk of his mouth that the one downside to their shiny new friend is that wherever they go, they shall likely leave a rather accessible trail of gigantic holes.

"Do let's, then," he says, and darts through.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock pushes the chest of drawers up beside the hole, then glances around the room once more and follows the creature through (ducking a little, since it has not quite his height).

From the other side, he tugs on the chest again, to block off the hole as best he can.

"Is this room any more use?" he asks, as he works.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck has mysteriously come into possession of not only his own broken bottle, but the undisturbed one of probably-whiskey, which he sets down cautiously on the ... somewhat gaudy bed, which appears to be the only furniture in the place.

He goes for the doorknob, puts his hand to it, then bends in to listen.

"Of naught that I can see," he says absently.

"But 'tis all silence in the next one."

[oneman_onevote]

"Good," says Havelock absently, stepping away from the now-blocked hole, and looking around critically for more furniture to pile in front of it.

...Bed it is, then.

But then perhaps they should move on, locking the door behind them for an extra barrier.

He joins Puck at the door, kneeling down to look through the keyhole.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The view through the keyhole is ... exceedingly sleek.

And, perhaps nearer to the point, empty.

Puck turns the knob and pushes through.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock stalks through after him, wary and reserved.

But he needn't be so cautious at this time - the rooms appear pristine in their emptiness.

Also: decorative!

stealing from emmy's descriptors with abandon

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

It is curious that it is so silent in here.

(The idea of soundproofing is several hundred years ahead of Puck.)

He sniffs the air curiously, then steps forward into the room. Aside from a few broken glasses, which he tiptoes round, the place appears in perfect order. In the far right corner, there is a small but elegant bar counter; the selection behind it seems to render Puck's own bottle somewhat superfluous. There are more discreet doors leading out from this room, all of which look a great deal like the one Puck and Havelock have just entered through.

Strangely enough, despite the fact that most other suites are simply rectangular, this one seems to have ended up with more than its fair share of dark corners.

Perhaps most importantly, one of those discreet doors leads out to a balcony.

You THIEF.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock smiles at the sight - or at least, the blank set of his features unbends in a vaguely positive manner - and he makes for it after a swift, sweeping assessment of the rest of the room.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is starting to determine a trend here where the dreadful mortal goes places and he just ... follows him.

To be fair, Puck does not tend to blaze his own trails. And if the dreadful mortal goes first, he's more likely to provide human shielding.


The balcony offers a view of the lawn, lake, distant mountains, and the start of the woods, all of which are significantly corpsier than they once were. Nothing much is moving, because in the absence of prey, the dead creatures seem to sort of shamble about aimlessly.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock appears to be completely fine with this state of affairs.


Either that, or he thinks nothing of it - instead, he leans thoughtfully over the railing, to survey the grounds below. Although the creatures appear docile for the moment, there are still a lot of them. Too many to go down without a clear aim. He turns around after a moment, leaning back of his elbows to look up at the wall above, trying to see how tricky the way up would be to another window, or the roof.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

As it happens, he gets a good view of Puck's toes.

That's what is dangling down from Puck's newest, precariousest perch up on the eaves above the balcony. It's largely a decorative structure, and therefore doesn't offer the greatest roof access ever, but Puck seems largely unperturbed.

Except by the zombies.

"They have certainly multiplied themselves," he observes in a mutter.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock takes a moment to eye Puck's feet, before shaking his head slightly and leaning further outward to peer politely around him.

"Their condition appears highly contagious," he says. "Do tell me if you start craving the flesh of the living."

More than usual, if that's your thing!

"I'll do the same."

PERFECTLY NORMAL PRECAUTION.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs humorlessly as he surveys the landscape.

"Very well," he says.

"An I do, I hope you shall apply your blade to me as readily as you have these others." An absent tilt of his head, as he regards the cloudless sky and not immediately assailable roof. "I may beg it of you in any case, before all this is done. It would be quick."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock tilts his head a little, gazing up at him; and seems to think before speaking.

"If need be," he says at last. "But I think you are too quick for any of them."


The narration wishes it could say that Havelock's methods of killing are always quick, but sadly... no, not always.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The fairy looks both a little amused and a little flattered, but immediately casts aside both reactions in favor of looking a little aloof.

"Shall I to the rooftop, then? I am not sure we shall profit by it, but I haven't anything else at present."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock nods.

"I should check the doors inside," he says.

Otherwise, he has a feeling he will wind up waiting out here for Puck to return. And that would be unproductive.

(Besides, if he reaches safety - maybe he won't return at all.)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is gone about five minutes.

When he returns, it's perched on the balcony rail, and he is picking dirt insouciantly from beneath his nails.

"There is little to the roof but a view," he says.

"I think you might manage the climb, had you a mind to."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock has made himself busy in the meantime, and two doors - one to the outside corridor, and the one through which they are arrived - are now effectively barred with what chairs and tables he could find; the other doors stand open from when he had checked to see where they led. They are mostly bedrooms, but two lead to small bathrooms (complete with jacuzzis, because the proprietress has her priorities straight) and one to a smaller private bar.

He reappears from the latter once he hears Puck's voice, and nods thoughtfully.

"I may well do before too long," he says. "Though we are reasonably secure here for the moment - and there may be a way downstairs that bypasses the corridors."