69 Memory Lane - Friday

[time_watcher]

Jack had returned from his stroll late that night, in fairly good spirits as he was wont to do when he'd been out up to God knew what

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[cpt_j_sparrow]

Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered along, pretty as you please. Sometime throughout his day he had acquired a bottle of rum -- don't ask -- and he was pleasantly having a conversation with himself until he saw that. That thing. That big thing that was a thing like he's never seen before.

He stood still. Stared. Took a swig of rum and declared, "My eyes do not see what they be currently lookin at, mate. Aye, 'tis like that cold box. Only not. Let's 'ave a looksee, shall we?" With that, he swaggered closer to the SUV, ready to draw his pistol were it necessary.

[time_watcher]

Jack heard the boots approaching and peered out from beneath the truck. He scanned from the boots, up the pants, across the shirt, to the beared and the eyeliner and the hair.

"What the heck are you?"

[cpt_j_sparrow]

"What the heck are ye?" Captain Jack answered back, standing his full height, peering down his nose at the gent.

[time_watcher]

"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack introduced himself.

[victimofcylons]

"Something wrong with the car?" Cally said, having been out for a walk.

[time_watcher]

"Nope," Jack said as the worked from beneath the truck. "Just a bit of preventative maintenance."

[victimofcylons]

"Oh, good," Cally said. "Maintenance is always good."

[time_watcher]

"Would hate to lose a tire on the highway," Jack agreed. "How are you doing today, Cally?"