What's the best drink you can think of?

I want something strong-- knock me off my feet if you can.

If you're new, introduce yourself. Neighbor to neighbor.

... Who the hell is playing Muse? Good music but... It's been on repeat for hours now!

Change in plans-- there's a gas station down the street, and I've been wanting to remodel anyways.

That being said, if anyone would like their toilet blown to smithereens courtesy of me, I'll be down the street.

Sam, Dean, I ordered some pizza. So, Sam, none of that tofu junk. Time to eat like a man!

That settled... An idea for tracking this guy. This is one giant computer, right? Humor me here, there's nothing quite like this in my Template.

If it's a computer, anyone who uses it can be tracked, right?

Now, I'm no brilliant hacker, but I'm sure someone out there is. And could find our little serial killer that way.

Just.. throwing my two cents out there.

Nice weather we're having lately. It's clear skies... And hot. Oh, very hot.

...

So.

Let's say someone has... a funny dream.

Waking up with a butterfly bruise is not normal, right? Maybe my mirror is a little skewed, but that's what it looks like right now.

Now, I've seen all manner of crazy and you'd better believe I didn't have answers for all of it... But seriously, what is this?

Oh, Torchwood Archives. What would I do without you. [very. Annoyed look.]

[This is Jackie. On the second level.

In just a bra and panties.]

Did you know those bathrooms are really nice?

Because they're really nice.

Soo... Just like that, it's over?

This place isn't letting a girl show off that great, is it?

I guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth...

But, It's not like we solved this problem, either. Who knows, it could come back.

Knowing my luck, it probably will. [Sigh]

Alright!

Enough of that talk. I know I'm stuck here, for a bit. And there's no use in moping around if you know what I mean.

So, let's try this introduction again, shall we? I'm Captain Jackie Harkness. You can call me Captain, Captain Jackie, or Jackie. Juuuust... Ask me for when each name's appropriate. ;)

That said, who's gonna take a girl out around the town? Will it be you, Ianto? Or will it be Captain Jack?

Maybe Dean or Sam Winchester?

Or maybe I'll get a surprise this time.

One day.

One lousy day.

Ianto, I love your conversation still and all, but we need to find your memories ASAP. For many, many reasons. ;)

Actually, looking around here on this... What'd they call it? Second level? I'm gonna call it a mind trap. It sounds better.

Anyway, looking around this mind trap, looks like a lot of people are out a memory or two. Even Captain Jack Harkness, of all people! I thought I had a solid conversational partner for 45th century style living, and now even he's gone and lost his memory!

Anyone seen anything strange? Or is this 'mind trap' thing working better than I originally thought?

At least a lead or something'd be great.

And Dean? I~ think we should do that again.

So, I don't remember crashing here, and I don't remember you. And trust me, I'd definitely remember a face like that, gorgeous.

I'm only saying hello, really!

Oh, alright, I can be really professional if you want. So, where is this? Template, you say?

Well, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to disagree. You're sure? Because the Template I remember is a little bit different and a little more fish and chips obsessed.

You're sure, huh? Alright then… Definitely catch up to me some time, honey. I think you and me should hit the bar for a few, if you know what I mean. ;D

Alright. Let's see if I can configure this… If this is Template, maybe I'll be able to find the gang. If I'm even in the same dimension anymore.

Hah! That'd be classic. Ianto ordering pizza for us and one bite, wham, you're in another dimension.

That or one of them messed with the rift after I told them not to...

But I like the pizza idea better for now.

Player's Name: Raina
Player LJ: aphonetic
AIM or Email: fated sound

Timezone: CST
Other Characters Played: Anya, Kallen Stadtfeld, TU!Zelos Wilder, Balthier, Asch the Bloody

( I was only saying hello! )

I've never realized [cough] how clean [cough] you keep this place, Ianto!

Where did all this dust come from anyway?

This is getting really ridiculous-- [Jack uncovers the Defabricator] Oh, hey! I forgot I had this for awhile.

I wonder if it still works. I'll turn it on, see how it g-- [bzzt]

... The more hi-tech things get, the more particular they get about dust.

(o hai, Jack just accidentally defabricated oh... I guess a mile radius from his apartment? shutupiknowi'mtakingliberties!

So, if you want to get hit, have some fun with it~? ♥)

[Jack is tapping his fingers against a desk. Obviously bothered]

You know, maybe I should have been a liiiiiiiiittle less reckless...

I hope-- Ah, nevermind.

Now, it's that time of year again. No, not steak and blowjob day. That's next month. Trust me, that day's marked on my calendar for the next 20 years. Valentine's day. For all of you who've never heard of it, it's the day de l'amour. Or as the French say, the day where every male who is not of French decent makes an absolute fool of himself trying to express his love.

As a gesture of goodwill, and a testament to how very sporadic things are here, I'm willing to give advice on how to charm the man or girl that is your heart's desire.

Trust me. No one has more experience than me-- and you'll find my advice very well founded.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Now, if there were a damn thing for Torchwood to do...

Dragons, huh?

Now that's something you don't see every day.

So, what would it take to subdue these babies and stop them from terrorizing a few peasants?

[Filter: Fay]

I need to talk to you.
[/Filter]

[Filter: Ianto Jones]

I can't find the games. Tonight felt like a monopoly night!
[/Filter]

[Jack is rocking on the balls of his feet, glancing around. Seems to just be doing... Nothing?]

You have a choice to make, right now.

One choice is: Great love. The greatest, heart filling, soul enriching, warm and fulfilling love that anyone has ever known. The downside, unfortunately, is that you will only have pleasant sex. Nothing kinky, earth shattering or special. Just…nice.

The other choice is: Great sex. Mind blowing, decadent, explosive, delicious sex, no matter who you have it with or how many times. Every sexual encounter will be epic. The downside to this is that you will never have love. No one will love you, and you will not love them. It won’t be unpleasant. No hate. Just no love.

No hedging. No tricks. No loopholes. Choose this prompt and you choose one or the other. Could you?

Now there's a question I never wanted to hear. Really, come on. Two of the loves of my life, and you're asking me which one I'd choose? Not an easy choice, I'll say.

Love's one of those finicky things. You do one thing wrong, and it's pretty much gone. And sometimes, you have to work damn hard to get it. To be honest, real infatuation? It's one of the biggest pains in the ass. No joke. Infatuation always leads to making a stupid decision, at the earliest, five minutes down the line.

You have no idea how hard that habit was to break.

But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the feeling love brings. When it's there, it's like nothing in the world can compare. So what if the sex isn't much more than mediocre? You just have to look into the other person's eyes and you know. It's pretty hard to describe, especially after being stuck in the 21st century as long as I have.

I never really did get the point in monogamy.

But nothing hurts worse when that's gone...

I've had my fair share of sexual encounters. You could say my bedpost doesn't even exist anymore, and plenty of others have notch in them, just for me. And I've had some pretty mind blowing sexual encounters. Talk about your breath catching in your throat, huh? Good sex is good, but great sex is off the wall amazing.

It'd be really easy to just say, "Give me the sex!" But, I've grown up since the Blitz. Living a couple hundred years will do that to you.

Oh man, but mediocre sex...

No, no, I'm not taking my answer back. I'd take the love over the sex. But maybe that's because it's been a few days since Ianto broke out the stopwatch.

I need a drink...

Remind me why I volunteered to die over and over and over again...

Celebrate! Come on! The house arrest is over! And apparently, we can breathe outside again!

How the hell did they... What-- well. It's already impossible to die.

I might as well see what I can find.

Time for a little experiment.

Who's willing to look out their windows for me? I want to test something.