Project_Purity App: Captain Jack Harkness
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Name: Hakura
Personal LJ: Nakitamanomiko
Age: 21
Contact: hakura0@msn.com of Hakura0 on AIM
Current Characters: None
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[Optional] Where did you hear about PP? RPSecrets
☣ Character
Character Name: Captain Jack Harkness
Character Age: Physically around thirty- not a bad thirty at that, but he's really been around a couple centuries.
Canon + Format: Doctor Who/Torchwood - TV Series
Background: Born in the fifty-first century, he grew up on the Boeshane Peninsula. He was raised by his mother and father, and has a little brother, Gray. His childhood was fairly normal though his home lived under threat of invasion. At least until the day his home area was attacked, resulting in the death of his father and the disappearance of his brother. The loss of the two family members left his mother distraught, especially her son.
Time passed and a war started, presumably against the things that had attacked. Whether this was in effect already is unknown, but in any case at one point Jack joins it. He persuades his best friend to join up with him, telling them that it would be an adventure. They end up captured crossing the border over enemy lines. As the weaker of the two his friend is tortured in front of him, forcing him to watch as he was killed before releasing him. How long he fought in the war is unknown.
After it, however, he joined the Time Agency. The details of his time spent there are vague, however there are a few things known. For at least one mission he was paired with a man who would at one point be called John Hart. They were stuck in a two week long time-loop for the duration of five years. Music used and references made by John during later meetings may suggest that the loop took place on Earth in the 1980s. An unrelated comment by the Doctor remarks on this period as having been 'dented', it's possible that this was because of the time-loop or even the cause of it. His employment in the Time Agency continued for an undetermined amount of time until he left upon discovering that they'd taken two years of his memory.
Keeping possession of his vortex manipulator, he turned rogue. Stealing a Chula ship he started running a con. He'd find a piece of space junk, hurtle it through the time vortex to get the attention of a Time Agent, and then land it in an opportune location. This was normally where history said an explosion was going to take place, or where at a certain time the object would be destroyed, without the buyer ever seeing it. While he got a good amount of money from these cons, his ultimate goal was always the return of his stolen memories. He was always careful not to get anyone hurt as a result of a con.
One particular con though, involving a Chula ambulance and the London Blitz changed everything, in which he took the name of Captain Jack Harkness. What he thought was an empty ambulance proved to be full of nanogenes which were released when the ship crashed, nearly resulting in a plague of gas mask zombies that would have eventually spread over the entire Earth. It was during this period that he met the Doctor, who showed him that the plague was indeed his fault, and lead him to question himself. In the end he took responsibility for it, stopping the bomb that was set to destroy land in the train yard the ambulance, and numerous people, most victims of the gas mask plague, were gathered. Had the Doctor not intervened this would have resulted in his death, though instead it led him to a new stage of life.
Though his time traveling with the Doctor and Rose Tyler was short it left a large impact on him. They became a very tight knit team and in a way, by the end he had managed to fall for them. The Doctor in particular he had a deep faith and trust in. "Never doubted him, never will." In the end though, on the Gamestation he once more said his goodbyes to them, and this time he did die. However he was restored to life by Rose, who at the time had the power of the Time Vortex. Awakening to his new immortality, he ran towards the sound of the TARDIS's engines arriving in time to see it dematerialize, leaving him stranded alone on the satellite full of the dead, in orbit above a ruined Earth.
For awhile he waited in case the Doctor returned, but after a few days there was no sign of him. Taking things into his own hands he made use of his vortex manipulator, planning to make his way to Cardiff in the twenty-first century, where he knew the Doctor would have to return eventually to refuel. It malfunctioned though, possibly because of damage taken from he Dalek's blast that killed him, and he ended up in America, in the late 1800s. Determined to at least get to Cardiff, deciding there was a much better chance of catching up there, he eventually found himself on Ellis Island. There he waited for a ship to come in, with the plans of sneaking on board a vessel that was sending those that were rejected entry to the United States back across the ocean. He was eventually successful, though in 1892 he got into a fight on the island, and was shot through the heart by the other man. When he awakened from this second death it was with the realization that he couldn't die.
Eventually he arrived in Cardiff, dieing a few times within the period he was there and gaining the attention of a newly formed Torchwood. Through a series of events, after some initial reluctance and with the news that he has a lot of time to kill before him, he joins up. For awhile he's something of a freelancer, though as time goes on he becomes more a real member or the organization. He fights in both of the world wars. In 1944 he has a brief romance with Estelle, though eventually they lose contact, until they meet again. This time, to hide his lack of noticeable aging he pretends to be his own son. He dies numerous times during the years, and eventually on January first, nineteen ninety-nine, the person formerly in charge of Torchwood Three kills the rest of the team, and subsequently himself, telling Jack that the Hub was his.
This left him in a position to form Torchwood into what he wanted it to be. Distancing Torchwood Three from the other branches, he set to rebuilding it in the Doctor's honor. After a small amount of fluctuation, he was left with a team consisting of Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Ianto Jones and Gwen Cooper, with the position of guard dog filled by resident pterodactyl, Myfanwy. For a brief stint he was reunited with the newest Doctor, where he traveled with him to the end of the universe, clinging to the outside of the TARDIS. Here he was finally able to get his answers about what had happened on the Gamestation, and there was some friction between them. With the return of the Master, previously disguised as a human, he worked with the Doctor and his companion Martha Jones to stop him, spending a year that was eventually reset as a captive on the airship Valiant. Afterwards, despite an invitation to travel with him again he returned to his team.
Canon Point: Early second season, after episode 2x04 "Meat". (Note: While I keep Jack's brother, I have not, and do not plan to, watch season three of Torchwood ie "Children of Earth", and thus do not include any events featured within it in my 'canon' for him.
[Optional] Previous RP History: N/A
Personality: At heart, Jack is an extrovert. He is very much a people person, thriving on attention and contact. He is extremely open sexually, and very much the flirt. He has no problem telling stories about things that may or may not have happened to him exactly as he says, and is capable of laughing at himself. Beyond this he is smart and knows how to utilize what he has, be it his own charms or supplies or a team. He is a practicer of optimism. He is extremely confident.
He has spent alot of time in various organizations and some sort of chain of command, and it shows. He is more then willing to give orders, and to do what needs to be done. He can think on his feet, and has a habit of assuming responsibility for people that he is with. Mentally, he is a very strong individual. When he believes something he strives to prove its truth, even if there is little evidence to it. He can be more then a little reckless when he's sure of what he's doing, and tends to not listen to those around him in these cases. (Examples: Sleeper; Bad Wolf)
His immortality has had an effect on his personality, especially because of his return to a linear timeline. He's had to work to hide things about himself, often out of neccessity and avoiding waking up people trying to find out his immortality's cause. So as far as actual things about himself go, he says only what is strictly neccessary. He's still willing to tell the insubstantial anecdotes about armoured sharks and stories that end or start with him naked, but nothing with substance.
He's had practice keeping things inside, pushing things to the back of his mind where he can deal with them without thinking about them right away. Then later he can let the weight of whatever it was hit him, at a time when he doesn't have to be in charge thanks to some minute level of psychic ability. This allows him to focus and show a strong front when it is needed, though there are still things that can easily bother him, and it can backfire. In effect it's something of a shell he's built over time.
Over time, he has grown into someone more forgiving and less likely to hold a grudge. While once he was dead-set on the return of his memories, to the point where the desire for their return fueled his lifestyle, in comparison when he finally met back up with the Doctor, he acted almost as if he had never left. It may be that he is just more willing to forgive those close to him, as demonstrated by numerous instances throughout the series. He's also more willing to grant leeway to those he has fallen for, though he will remain resilient if he believes it's for the best. He is highly protective of those he loves.
He can attract people easily, and is also easily attracted. When he falls for someone the affection lasts, and he can sometimes fall easily. He is not one for monogamy, though that doesn't stop him from showing loyalty in his relationships. Given his immortality, the ease with which his emotions can come attached to others is bound to lead him to hurt. However it's also a crucial aspect of his personality that he can't close himself off from caring. People leave their mark on him.
Appearance: http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6800000/Children-of-Earth-promo-pics-torchwood-6840360-1706-2560.jpg There's a killer smile in there somewhere too, though it seems to be MIA where photographic evidence of it is concerned.
Abilities: Jack has his share of skills, most of them learned, including a knowledge of the use of fire-arms. He's also deceptively bright, and knows his way around tech, especially when it comes to improvising weapons. After his death and subsequent resurrection aboard the Game Station, none of Jack's deaths 'stick' and he eventually heals, and wakes back up, with varying time lengths between them depending on the manner of death. I believe I'm correct in assuming this isn't something that will carry over into the game at all, judging by your rules on immortality. He's also proven to have an extremely slowed rate of aging due to it, and, unrelated to that incident, slightly enhanced pheromones thanks to his origins in the 51st century.
Items/Weapons: A WWII Webley .38 mark IV, and a(n already) defunct vortex manipulator housed inside of a Time Agent wrist strap, that would normally have some minor remote control/short-distance communication device/minor holographic capabilities.
☣ Samples
First Person Sample:
[The video crackles into something like focus, a pair of bright blue eyes temporarily intent on the screen until his face is well framed, and then he cracks a bright smile.]
Captain Jack Harkness, obviously one of among the many apparently insane people who have been let out on the streets. Trying to understand the logic of that, anyone got a guess, feel free to let me know. Alternately if anyone's after a good time...same.
[He winks.]
If nothing else, I can assure you that what I came out of there remembering means I have one hell of an imagination, and a lot of ideas on how to use it. Some more entertaining than others.
I'm sure I'll have even more once I've gotten on my feet here. All the ones that aren't for fun right now just make me sound like I could use a Doctor. Doesn't mean I'm not willing to share.
For now though, like they say.. over and out.
[Video ends.]
Third Person Sample:
Captain Jack Harkness awoke nauseous, covered in something distinctly warm and wet, naked on the floor, and not nearly disoriented enough to stop him regretting the fact that he didn't remember a thing about what had to have been one amazing night. He was, however, disoriented enough to take a few minutes as he lay still on the ground, raking his memory, that he was a couple hundred years past the last time that he'd actually partied like that. The realization made him actually open his eyes though, at the same time as he tried to sit up. The effect the ultimately unwise movements had on his head elicited a brief moan as he closed his eyes once more. While he waited for his senses to get a hold of themselves, he tried again to cast his thoughts to what might have happened. He really doubted that the team had finally given in and decided it was about time to get rid of all of the unresolved sexual tension down under the Plass at one time. That would have made the lack of memory a real shame. Anyway; twenty-first century, and no way he'd have gotten drunk enough to forget it.
That left a few other options, and he opened his eyes again after a few minutes, actually managing to get a look around as he worked to get to his feet. The wet part didn't help with that, but he managed, staying still and just staring. The room was huge, cavernous you might even call it, and as far as he could see the only decor seemed to be made up of ton of giant metal capsules. There was a lack of vibrations that assured him no, he hadn't somehow decided to stow aboard some kind of colony ship, which was good because it would have meant he'd lost a century or two of memory and the two years he still hadn't figured out were really more than enough. At the very least, he knew that he hadn't been dead. That would have come with the far too familiar feeling of being dragged over broken glass he'd told Gwen about. This rang more of his having been drugged somehow.
When he thought that he might actually be able to take a step, Jack tried it. Fought back the last of the now faded dizziness and peered at one of the computer monitors he managed to notice next to a capsule. It made him think of a hospital, but he couldn't figure out why he, of all people, would be in one. Not that it made any sense even without him. Jack gave up on the screen eventually, and restrained himself from trying to get one of the other capsules open. There was no telling what their use was, and he didn't really want to find out too late that they just plain shouldn't be. Dying never stopped being the opposite of fun. The next logical thing to do was to search for the exit and, since he couldn't think of anything illogical to do, and there just happened to be one on hand, he walked towards it, squinting into the darkness as he went, and startled only briefly as something broke the silence.
"Good day. Welcome to Vault 1. Please proceed to decontamination where further instructions will be given."
The captain took in the words as well as the tone. A bit on the tinny side, probably female, and hey, he could understand them. That was a plus and he stood as confident as he could in the middle of the hallway after he'd confirmed that no, unfortunately his compact laser deluxe wasn't on his person. "Don't suppose you'd be up for a little story time before I go, huh?" He asked the voice as he glanced upwards, but after a few moments of silence he was treated to a simple repetition of the message. "Yeah, didn't think so," he muttered, tone only half good natured as he glanced over at an exit sign and started walking that way.
His trek and fabulous ability to listen was eventually rewarded with slightly improved lighting, and another chamber that was another wonderful shade of grey. It wasn't an uncommon enough design scheme, and he closed his eyes to the warning of a decontamination, bracing himself before the cold air hit him. It wasn't like decontamination procedures were especially rare, and he'd gone through his fair share of them. The ones involving company and hoses were more fun in his opinion than the one going on just then, even if the jets of cool air surprised half a smile out of him.
"Decontamination completed. Memory scanned and replicas processed. Please proceed to the adjacent chamber and pick up your replicas. A complimentary lift will be provided. Welcome to Boston, located in the state formerly known as Massachusetts." Something was kind enough to inform him, and that was a much more interesting message. On one part because the mention of memory scanning gave some concern, call it a touchy subject. Replicas perked up his interest though, and he started walking again, but not before he addressed the final point.
"Never knew Massachusetts had such big fans of Prince," Jack joked to his prerecorded companion of the moment, not bothering to wait for a reply this time before he moved along to his next stop on the rather un-illustrious tour. Eventually he reached what seemed to be an elevator door, and a box that, upon further inspection, contained his clothes. "Damn, thought for a minute I'd been kidnapped by a nudist colony. So much for that."
He put the wrist strap on first, since it was the only thing he felt anything near weird about not wearing, but followed it by actually getting dressed. That was where the replicas came in he assumed, and a quick inspection of his gun's identical twin proved it to be unloaded. Who copied an extra gun over for someone he didn't know, but he put it in an inside pocket of his coat and after a final glance over his shoulder, and shoving the other thing he'd found in the box with the rest of the stuff into another pocket, he headed into the elevator.
"Going up," he guessed, as the door closed, and Jack shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants as the doors closed, smirking with a hint of amusement before adding to no one in particular, "Catch ya later and I swear, if floor two is Daleks...we're over."
The opening of the doors revealed pamphlets instead of killing machines, and for a fraction of a second he felt almost at home, in a faintly amused way. What was it with seemingly secret things and tourist paraphernalia anyway? It didn't matter in the long run, but the existence of another exit did, so he headed out.
Name: Hakura
Personal LJ: Nakitamanomiko
Age: 21
Contact: hakura0@msn.com of Hakura0 on AIM
Current Characters: None
Are you fine with your application being unscreened? Yes
[Optional] Where did you hear about PP? RPSecrets
☣ Character
Character Name: Captain Jack Harkness
Character Age: Physically around thirty- not a bad thirty at that, but he's really been around a couple centuries.
Canon + Format: Doctor Who/Torchwood - TV Series
Background: Born in the fifty-first century, he grew up on the Boeshane Peninsula. He was raised by his mother and father, and has a little brother, Gray. His childhood was fairly normal though his home lived under threat of invasion. At least until the day his home area was attacked, resulting in the death of his father and the disappearance of his brother. The loss of the two family members left his mother distraught, especially her son.
Time passed and a war started, presumably against the things that had attacked. Whether this was in effect already is unknown, but in any case at one point Jack joins it. He persuades his best friend to join up with him, telling them that it would be an adventure. They end up captured crossing the border over enemy lines. As the weaker of the two his friend is tortured in front of him, forcing him to watch as he was killed before releasing him. How long he fought in the war is unknown.
After it, however, he joined the Time Agency. The details of his time spent there are vague, however there are a few things known. For at least one mission he was paired with a man who would at one point be called John Hart. They were stuck in a two week long time-loop for the duration of five years. Music used and references made by John during later meetings may suggest that the loop took place on Earth in the 1980s. An unrelated comment by the Doctor remarks on this period as having been 'dented', it's possible that this was because of the time-loop or even the cause of it. His employment in the Time Agency continued for an undetermined amount of time until he left upon discovering that they'd taken two years of his memory.
Keeping possession of his vortex manipulator, he turned rogue. Stealing a Chula ship he started running a con. He'd find a piece of space junk, hurtle it through the time vortex to get the attention of a Time Agent, and then land it in an opportune location. This was normally where history said an explosion was going to take place, or where at a certain time the object would be destroyed, without the buyer ever seeing it. While he got a good amount of money from these cons, his ultimate goal was always the return of his stolen memories. He was always careful not to get anyone hurt as a result of a con.
One particular con though, involving a Chula ambulance and the London Blitz changed everything, in which he took the name of Captain Jack Harkness. What he thought was an empty ambulance proved to be full of nanogenes which were released when the ship crashed, nearly resulting in a plague of gas mask zombies that would have eventually spread over the entire Earth. It was during this period that he met the Doctor, who showed him that the plague was indeed his fault, and lead him to question himself. In the end he took responsibility for it, stopping the bomb that was set to destroy land in the train yard the ambulance, and numerous people, most victims of the gas mask plague, were gathered. Had the Doctor not intervened this would have resulted in his death, though instead it led him to a new stage of life.
Though his time traveling with the Doctor and Rose Tyler was short it left a large impact on him. They became a very tight knit team and in a way, by the end he had managed to fall for them. The Doctor in particular he had a deep faith and trust in. "Never doubted him, never will." In the end though, on the Gamestation he once more said his goodbyes to them, and this time he did die. However he was restored to life by Rose, who at the time had the power of the Time Vortex. Awakening to his new immortality, he ran towards the sound of the TARDIS's engines arriving in time to see it dematerialize, leaving him stranded alone on the satellite full of the dead, in orbit above a ruined Earth.
For awhile he waited in case the Doctor returned, but after a few days there was no sign of him. Taking things into his own hands he made use of his vortex manipulator, planning to make his way to Cardiff in the twenty-first century, where he knew the Doctor would have to return eventually to refuel. It malfunctioned though, possibly because of damage taken from he Dalek's blast that killed him, and he ended up in America, in the late 1800s. Determined to at least get to Cardiff, deciding there was a much better chance of catching up there, he eventually found himself on Ellis Island. There he waited for a ship to come in, with the plans of sneaking on board a vessel that was sending those that were rejected entry to the United States back across the ocean. He was eventually successful, though in 1892 he got into a fight on the island, and was shot through the heart by the other man. When he awakened from this second death it was with the realization that he couldn't die.
Eventually he arrived in Cardiff, dieing a few times within the period he was there and gaining the attention of a newly formed Torchwood. Through a series of events, after some initial reluctance and with the news that he has a lot of time to kill before him, he joins up. For awhile he's something of a freelancer, though as time goes on he becomes more a real member or the organization. He fights in both of the world wars. In 1944 he has a brief romance with Estelle, though eventually they lose contact, until they meet again. This time, to hide his lack of noticeable aging he pretends to be his own son. He dies numerous times during the years, and eventually on January first, nineteen ninety-nine, the person formerly in charge of Torchwood Three kills the rest of the team, and subsequently himself, telling Jack that the Hub was his.
This left him in a position to form Torchwood into what he wanted it to be. Distancing Torchwood Three from the other branches, he set to rebuilding it in the Doctor's honor. After a small amount of fluctuation, he was left with a team consisting of Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Ianto Jones and Gwen Cooper, with the position of guard dog filled by resident pterodactyl, Myfanwy. For a brief stint he was reunited with the newest Doctor, where he traveled with him to the end of the universe, clinging to the outside of the TARDIS. Here he was finally able to get his answers about what had happened on the Gamestation, and there was some friction between them. With the return of the Master, previously disguised as a human, he worked with the Doctor and his companion Martha Jones to stop him, spending a year that was eventually reset as a captive on the airship Valiant. Afterwards, despite an invitation to travel with him again he returned to his team.
Canon Point: Early second season, after episode 2x04 "Meat". (Note: While I keep Jack's brother, I have not, and do not plan to, watch season three of Torchwood ie "Children of Earth", and thus do not include any events featured within it in my 'canon' for him.
[Optional] Previous RP History: N/A
Personality: At heart, Jack is an extrovert. He is very much a people person, thriving on attention and contact. He is extremely open sexually, and very much the flirt. He has no problem telling stories about things that may or may not have happened to him exactly as he says, and is capable of laughing at himself. Beyond this he is smart and knows how to utilize what he has, be it his own charms or supplies or a team. He is a practicer of optimism. He is extremely confident.
He has spent alot of time in various organizations and some sort of chain of command, and it shows. He is more then willing to give orders, and to do what needs to be done. He can think on his feet, and has a habit of assuming responsibility for people that he is with. Mentally, he is a very strong individual. When he believes something he strives to prove its truth, even if there is little evidence to it. He can be more then a little reckless when he's sure of what he's doing, and tends to not listen to those around him in these cases. (Examples: Sleeper; Bad Wolf)
His immortality has had an effect on his personality, especially because of his return to a linear timeline. He's had to work to hide things about himself, often out of neccessity and avoiding waking up people trying to find out his immortality's cause. So as far as actual things about himself go, he says only what is strictly neccessary. He's still willing to tell the insubstantial anecdotes about armoured sharks and stories that end or start with him naked, but nothing with substance.
He's had practice keeping things inside, pushing things to the back of his mind where he can deal with them without thinking about them right away. Then later he can let the weight of whatever it was hit him, at a time when he doesn't have to be in charge thanks to some minute level of psychic ability. This allows him to focus and show a strong front when it is needed, though there are still things that can easily bother him, and it can backfire. In effect it's something of a shell he's built over time.
Over time, he has grown into someone more forgiving and less likely to hold a grudge. While once he was dead-set on the return of his memories, to the point where the desire for their return fueled his lifestyle, in comparison when he finally met back up with the Doctor, he acted almost as if he had never left. It may be that he is just more willing to forgive those close to him, as demonstrated by numerous instances throughout the series. He's also more willing to grant leeway to those he has fallen for, though he will remain resilient if he believes it's for the best. He is highly protective of those he loves.
He can attract people easily, and is also easily attracted. When he falls for someone the affection lasts, and he can sometimes fall easily. He is not one for monogamy, though that doesn't stop him from showing loyalty in his relationships. Given his immortality, the ease with which his emotions can come attached to others is bound to lead him to hurt. However it's also a crucial aspect of his personality that he can't close himself off from caring. People leave their mark on him.
Appearance: http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6800000/Children-of-Earth-promo-pics-torchwood-6840360-1706-2560.jpg There's a killer smile in there somewhere too, though it seems to be MIA where photographic evidence of it is concerned.
Abilities: Jack has his share of skills, most of them learned, including a knowledge of the use of fire-arms. He's also deceptively bright, and knows his way around tech, especially when it comes to improvising weapons. After his death and subsequent resurrection aboard the Game Station, none of Jack's deaths 'stick' and he eventually heals, and wakes back up, with varying time lengths between them depending on the manner of death. I believe I'm correct in assuming this isn't something that will carry over into the game at all, judging by your rules on immortality. He's also proven to have an extremely slowed rate of aging due to it, and, unrelated to that incident, slightly enhanced pheromones thanks to his origins in the 51st century.
Items/Weapons: A WWII Webley .38 mark IV, and a(n already) defunct vortex manipulator housed inside of a Time Agent wrist strap, that would normally have some minor remote control/short-distance communication device/minor holographic capabilities.
☣ Samples
First Person Sample:
[The video crackles into something like focus, a pair of bright blue eyes temporarily intent on the screen until his face is well framed, and then he cracks a bright smile.]
Captain Jack Harkness, obviously one of among the many apparently insane people who have been let out on the streets. Trying to understand the logic of that, anyone got a guess, feel free to let me know. Alternately if anyone's after a good time...same.
[He winks.]
If nothing else, I can assure you that what I came out of there remembering means I have one hell of an imagination, and a lot of ideas on how to use it. Some more entertaining than others.
I'm sure I'll have even more once I've gotten on my feet here. All the ones that aren't for fun right now just make me sound like I could use a Doctor. Doesn't mean I'm not willing to share.
For now though, like they say.. over and out.
[Video ends.]
Third Person Sample:
Captain Jack Harkness awoke nauseous, covered in something distinctly warm and wet, naked on the floor, and not nearly disoriented enough to stop him regretting the fact that he didn't remember a thing about what had to have been one amazing night. He was, however, disoriented enough to take a few minutes as he lay still on the ground, raking his memory, that he was a couple hundred years past the last time that he'd actually partied like that. The realization made him actually open his eyes though, at the same time as he tried to sit up. The effect the ultimately unwise movements had on his head elicited a brief moan as he closed his eyes once more. While he waited for his senses to get a hold of themselves, he tried again to cast his thoughts to what might have happened. He really doubted that the team had finally given in and decided it was about time to get rid of all of the unresolved sexual tension down under the Plass at one time. That would have made the lack of memory a real shame. Anyway; twenty-first century, and no way he'd have gotten drunk enough to forget it.
That left a few other options, and he opened his eyes again after a few minutes, actually managing to get a look around as he worked to get to his feet. The wet part didn't help with that, but he managed, staying still and just staring. The room was huge, cavernous you might even call it, and as far as he could see the only decor seemed to be made up of ton of giant metal capsules. There was a lack of vibrations that assured him no, he hadn't somehow decided to stow aboard some kind of colony ship, which was good because it would have meant he'd lost a century or two of memory and the two years he still hadn't figured out were really more than enough. At the very least, he knew that he hadn't been dead. That would have come with the far too familiar feeling of being dragged over broken glass he'd told Gwen about. This rang more of his having been drugged somehow.
When he thought that he might actually be able to take a step, Jack tried it. Fought back the last of the now faded dizziness and peered at one of the computer monitors he managed to notice next to a capsule. It made him think of a hospital, but he couldn't figure out why he, of all people, would be in one. Not that it made any sense even without him. Jack gave up on the screen eventually, and restrained himself from trying to get one of the other capsules open. There was no telling what their use was, and he didn't really want to find out too late that they just plain shouldn't be. Dying never stopped being the opposite of fun. The next logical thing to do was to search for the exit and, since he couldn't think of anything illogical to do, and there just happened to be one on hand, he walked towards it, squinting into the darkness as he went, and startled only briefly as something broke the silence.
"Good day. Welcome to Vault 1. Please proceed to decontamination where further instructions will be given."
The captain took in the words as well as the tone. A bit on the tinny side, probably female, and hey, he could understand them. That was a plus and he stood as confident as he could in the middle of the hallway after he'd confirmed that no, unfortunately his compact laser deluxe wasn't on his person. "Don't suppose you'd be up for a little story time before I go, huh?" He asked the voice as he glanced upwards, but after a few moments of silence he was treated to a simple repetition of the message. "Yeah, didn't think so," he muttered, tone only half good natured as he glanced over at an exit sign and started walking that way.
His trek and fabulous ability to listen was eventually rewarded with slightly improved lighting, and another chamber that was another wonderful shade of grey. It wasn't an uncommon enough design scheme, and he closed his eyes to the warning of a decontamination, bracing himself before the cold air hit him. It wasn't like decontamination procedures were especially rare, and he'd gone through his fair share of them. The ones involving company and hoses were more fun in his opinion than the one going on just then, even if the jets of cool air surprised half a smile out of him.
"Decontamination completed. Memory scanned and replicas processed. Please proceed to the adjacent chamber and pick up your replicas. A complimentary lift will be provided. Welcome to Boston, located in the state formerly known as Massachusetts." Something was kind enough to inform him, and that was a much more interesting message. On one part because the mention of memory scanning gave some concern, call it a touchy subject. Replicas perked up his interest though, and he started walking again, but not before he addressed the final point.
"Never knew Massachusetts had such big fans of Prince," Jack joked to his prerecorded companion of the moment, not bothering to wait for a reply this time before he moved along to his next stop on the rather un-illustrious tour. Eventually he reached what seemed to be an elevator door, and a box that, upon further inspection, contained his clothes. "Damn, thought for a minute I'd been kidnapped by a nudist colony. So much for that."
He put the wrist strap on first, since it was the only thing he felt anything near weird about not wearing, but followed it by actually getting dressed. That was where the replicas came in he assumed, and a quick inspection of his gun's identical twin proved it to be unloaded. Who copied an extra gun over for someone he didn't know, but he put it in an inside pocket of his coat and after a final glance over his shoulder, and shoving the other thing he'd found in the box with the rest of the stuff into another pocket, he headed into the elevator.
"Going up," he guessed, as the door closed, and Jack shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants as the doors closed, smirking with a hint of amusement before adding to no one in particular, "Catch ya later and I swear, if floor two is Daleks...we're over."
The opening of the doors revealed pamphlets instead of killing machines, and for a fraction of a second he felt almost at home, in a faintly amused way. What was it with seemingly secret things and tourist paraphernalia anyway? It didn't matter in the long run, but the existence of another exit did, so he headed out.