[Jack is wandering on one of the edges of the city, getting steadily closer to the Wastes. When he sees the PCD's activated, he speaks in a crisp and business-like voice.]

The Eleventh Doctor and Amy Pond have gone home. The Tenth is -- that shouldn't happen. Not here, he should -- ...Dammit. [A sigh.]I knew there was a reason I never liked ( Read more... )

[The PCDs have an annoying tendency to turn on to video whenever Jack is around, don't they. Maybe they just like him. In any case, congratulations, Adstring, you're being treated to the lovely sight of Jack and Ianto, both shirtless and kissing. Neither of them notice that the PCD is running, and Jack pulls back after a moment or two, smiling.] ( Read more... )

So, I don't know how many of you noticed, but we've had some new arrivals lately. One of them shares a, uh, name with me. ...If we wanna get technical, I share a name with him. I figured we should clear up any confusion before things got way too complicated.

[There's a pause, then, slightly unwillingly:] Before anyone asks, I did serve in the ( Read more... )

I know there aren't a lot of people from the same world as I am, here -- but there are some that are close enough. For those who don't know, today -- November 11, is Armistice Day. It's a day to honor those who fought and died for their country, or their adopted countries, in some cases.

Personally, I think they -- we -- deserve more than one ( Read more... )

[The PCD turns on, flipped on its side. A button has been hit unintentionally, and the viewer is treated to a sideways video of one Jack Harkness, naked and partially covered in a bedsheet. He's glaring at another pair of sheets that have been tied to the bedposts, muttering curses in languages probably no one other than the Doctor and the Master ( Read more... )

[The only thing that shows up on Jack's comm is a location, coordinates leading to an area in the Wastes that was, until recently, home to a group of sandworms. If someone investigates said coordinates, they will find the body of one Jack Harkness, covered with a very familiar coat. His clothes are in a pile nearby, along with a shirt that is ( Read more... )

[People who have their PCD on today will be greeted by the sight of one shirtless Jack Harkness. Whether or not the lack of clothing continues is unclear, as he is currently standing in the lake, his PCD gingerly balanced atop a rock near the shoreline. When he's certain the thing is properly recording, he settles down into a slight crouch and ( Read more... )

[Jack has been scarce since the events of Saturday afternoon, preferring to go out wandering and avoid people rather than discuss things like a normal human being. Today, he's been poking around the outskirts of the city, where he encountered a spiky little friend who decided to gnaw on his trousers. After a firm discussion in which said creature ( Read more... )

[Hello, Adstringers! You are being treated this evening with the lovely sight of one Captain Jack Harkness swigging from a dust-covered bottle of whiskey, seated in the casino. Dusty or not, it's still alcohol, and thus worthy of his attentions. He takes one last long swig, wipes his lips, and then turns his attention to the PCD.]Right, I've had ( Read more... )

[Here's Jack, sounding cheeky and chipper as ever.]

I think I'd commit murder for a proper cup of coffee. Or, at least, some of my friends would. Time to do some research, then. Suggestions are welcomed.

[There's a pause, as he gets this filter going, and then, somberly:]

[Filtered to the members of Team Torchwood/people living in ( Read more... )